When My Wife No Longer Asks for Money

When my wife no longer asks for 38

"Mas, is this really good?" I said when I saw the painting of the three of us, I never expected an expensive gift if a simple one could make me happy. Why it must be a luxury, not married is not a matter of property but when we are together and share with each other.

I look at the photo with happiness, later behind the frame of the photo that something depends. I turned the painting over and saw the diamond ring.

"Mas, what is this?" I said take the Ring. Rahman took it from me.

"This is all for you, will you wear it baby?"

"But this ring is so expensive, Mom!"

Price is not a measure for me to love you, no matter how expensive I want you to be happy for the rest of my long life, dear,"

"Mas, please don't make me sad tonight, please!" I felt his hands cold, I invited him to go into the room because the night air was not good for Rahman was sick.

"Get us into the room yeah, you've been outside too long" I said.

"In a moment, the ring has not been pinned on your ring finger,

Ah, I forgot that we were celebrating our 3rd anniversary, I just didn't want Rahman to drop back like yesterday.

Mas Rahman pinned the ring on my ring finger and kissed my forehead again, I was so happy. A night I don't forget until any moment.

Because it was too long outside, we finally returned to the room. Mas Rahman was just silent, his hands were so cold that I quickly pushed his wheelchair to the room.

Arriving in the room, Rahman went to the bed provided for the patient. He spread his body, his eyes began to shut maybe too tired because of just sitting.

I enveloped him and whispered words of love, I always hoped for a cure Rahman.

I walked to the sofa and laid my body there, hoping that tonight would not pass. Leave it like this so I can feel happy.

The sun began to emit light, I woke up from my sleep but did not see Rahman was there. Why has Rahman been disappearing lately.

"Mas, where did you end up?" I asked him to see him enter the room with his wheelchair.

"The mother sat in the garden because you were sleeping, and went alone,"

"Did you eat!" Mas Rahman shook his head.

"Well, did I buy some food first? You're fine living alone" I said. I walked out to buy food for the two of us, hopefully, Rahman's day is allowed so I can work again.

I bought two packs of rice for Rahman and me, today my mother did not come because she had to take care of Rania. Mom called me saying that Rania was a little fussy, maybe she missed her papa.

"Mas, is this the food?" I said.

Mas Rahman tried to stand up from the wheelchair and then walked towards the sofa.we ate together, after this I will go to the doctor's room to ask if Rahman was home or not.

After eating, Rahman rested in bed. The sound of knocking on the door made me move to open the door.

"Is this really Rahman's room, sir," Someone wearing a suit stood in front of me.

"Right, sir, come in first" I said.

"Sir Fandi, how do you know I'm here?" Rahman smiled looking at Mr. Fandi.

"yes, I want to ask about cooperation the other day with you," said Mr. Fandi.

"Cooperation, what cooperation?"