When My Wife No Longer Asks for Money

when my wife no longer asks for 33

That is your heart, Mom!!

My body collapsed on the hospital floor hearing my mother's honesty, I was stupid all this time too dark eyes with bad behavior when behind all that he struggled to make me happy alone but I never cared.

I walked into the ER room, Rahman was still there. The infusion hose and some medical devices stuck to his body, he slept so soundly he might have been tired all this time to make me happy.

Forgive me for not being your wife Mas, I only judge your ugliness but forget the goodness that is on you.

I clasped Rahman's weak hand, hoping he could get through his critical period.

"Mas, wake up I'm here for you, Mas! don't stay with me" I said softly begging him to stay strong. I regret not hearing the explanation first so I chose to leave the hospital.

"Wake up, Mas" I said softly.

There was no answer, only the sound of the infusion falling. His face was so pale, I could only pray that we would still be given a chance to be together. I kissed the forehead in exchange for this miss.

"Sorry madam, Mr. Rahman will be taken to the ICU first," said the nurse holding a gurney belonging to Rahman.

"What can not be brought VIP room only so that I am more free to take care of it," said I asked about Rahman who would be brought in ICU room.

"Alright, ma'am, we asked the doctor who handled Mr. Rahman first" said the nurse.

I just nodded hoping that Rahman wouldn't be taken to the ICU. I don't want to part with him for a second.

"Sorry, we can't ma'am. The tools there are incomplete while Mr. Rahman is in critical condition" the nurse said.

"Mother just go home, let me here nemenin mas Rahman. Tomorrow I go again with Rania here," I said asking mom to come home. Kasian if Rania is in the same neighborhood continuously, she is still small but must get a lack of affection from her father.

I walked back to the ICU room, only one person was allowed to go there to accompany a critical patient.

I sat gently rubbing Rahman's cheek, I looked at the face that always kept the pain alone without sharing it with me. My tears fell as I remembered how I behaved towards her.

Why are you torturing yourself and me like this, Mom. Quickly realize that we can get together again. Don't you miss our daughter, I talk to her myself as if I want her to know that I'm next to her.

I hope this time is still long, I will do anything for his recovery. Whatever it is, this Dimata dew keeps falling. Every droplet that scared me of losing it.

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The morning was very bright, but not as bright and glimmering as my hope at this time.I woke up when the sun broke through the hospital window. I saw Rahman was still sound in his sleep, I just sat staring at his handsome face even though he was in a critical state.

"How Rahman is doing, has he gone through his critical period," asked the new mother who came to take Rania, seen Siti also coming with the mother.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am" said Siti.

"I should be the one who apologizes that I'm not mbak, I've gone bad on mbak.

"Ahh it's okay, Ma'am.

I took Rania and kissed her, all night with mom. I walked outside to buy food and afterwards went home to pick up some clothes during the hospital.