When My Wife No Longer Asks for Money

when my wife no longer asks for 26

"What a chance, Mom!"

Rahman's face smiled, he walked towards me who was still sitting in front of the mirror. I just smiled seeing him hold back the passion.

"The opportunity to make a new adek for Rania," said Mas Rahman teasing me, I giggled amusedly at the sight of Rahman with a red-faced face. Maybe he was as strong as possible to resist the passionate desire.

"I'm tired, let's go to sleep Mas," said I deliberately invited him to sleep, I walked up the bed and laid this tired body.

"Well, fail to make a fool for Rania," Rahman pouted replacing the clothes he wore in his short pajamas, then climbed on the bed and drowned his face under the covers.

I just smiled to see Rahman as a little boy who took his toy, I hugged him from behind hoping he would face me.

"Mas, don't pout so dong?"

Silence no answer, maybe Rahman was asleep. I turned around to look at Rahman.

"Stay like this...!"

Mas Rahman hugged me turns out he hasn't slept, then why was it just silent. I closed my eyes hoping he would believe I was asleep.

Blowing in my ear, I'm sure Rahman hasn't slept at all.

"Good sleep baby, may you be strong when I'm gone,"

"Where are you going, Mom?" I asked her to turn around and face him. It looks like Rahman was shocked and wiped his tears, did Rahman cry but why.

"You haven't slept yet, I think you're asleep" said Rahman.

"I asked, where are you going, man,"

I asked Rahman, our views clashed with each other. I just heard the clock ticking.

"Mas is not going anywhere, maybe you misheard," said Rahman evasive.

Though I really heard that Rahman really wanted to go. Why he always dodged whenever I asked him "where he's going".

"Never cry, I don't want to see these tears. I love you and our daughter so much."

Cup...

Mas Rahman pulled me in his arms, then wiped away my tears that had fallen without asking.

"If you don't want me to cry, why would you hide something from me. Tell me, what are you hiding from me" I said.

Rahman sighed, he got out of bed and walked into the closet and took something there, Rahman returned to the bed and gave him a white envelope.

"What is this, Mom?" I took the white envelope in her hand and opened it, slowly reading it. These tears continued to fall slowly as I read the paper in my hand turned out to be a letter from the hospital, Mas Rahman was sentenced to have leukemia stage 4.

My heart was broken, Rahman hid something this big to me and didn't tell me all this time, because it made Rahman Rahman change to me.

"Why do you hide all this from me, do I not deserve to know about your illness, I am your wife. When did you get this disease, Mom?" I asked him to beat his chest with my hands, my heart screamed at all this.

"Taken two years ago!" rahman lowered his head.

What, two years ago. Is this the reason you used to, give me a little money so I hate you and assume you're a stingy husband who only hurts your wife.

"What all happened two years. You start to change and stingy towards me, is it all because of this disease Mas," I asked to shake his lowered body, there was no answer. Just sobbing was heard, I could only cry not expecting him to be willing to hide his pain against me.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Mas just do not want to make you sad to think about the disease that is suffering," said mas Rahman lowered his head, he did not dare to look at me.

"What was the time when I was fired was also the reason that I hated mas more and so that I could work,"

Mas Rahman simply nodded, his body shaking his mark he held back tears. What pain do you feel, willing to hate your wife. I looked at Rahman who was still stunned in silence, I hugged Rahman to strengthen him.

Silence, no more crying. His breathing seemed to stop, I felt his face with my hands.

"Big, Rahman!" I tried to call Rahman who was still in my lap. Blood flowed from Rahman's nose and tried to clear it.

It turns out that Rahman fainted, I should take Rahman mas to the hospital so that it can be handled by a doctor.