Wife On Paper

Chapter 121 Indonesia

Adrian drove his car slowly. Because since the hospital, the wife looks more quiet.

"Darling?" he called his wife as he occasionally glanced at the woman sitting next to him. However, there is no answer coming out of those usually fussy rancid lips.

"Hey," his left hand grabbed the back of the wife's hand until she gasped.

"Yes, Mas,"

"Why?"

"none. I'm just hungry" said Ara. It was seen if the woman next to him forced herself to pull the corner of her lips to smile.

"You wanna come by the diner?" adrian Tawal. He was not sure his wife was hungry.

"Just go home. Poor Mommy and Dani must be waiting for us," the woman who stared blankly in front of him, more like a daydream when answering the husband's question.

"How about we go to the apartment?" still focused on the streets, the man got a small pinch on his forehead until he complained. Then Adrian pulls the offender's soft hand and takes it for grabs.

"What are you going to do there?" ask the wife full of questions. Ara could not pull her hand from her husband because of the tight grip of the man's hand.

"Nostalgic. Didn't you say that in the office? Besides the office, we used to spend more time in the apartment together, right?" Adrian glanced at the wife who turned fiercely into his eyes.

"We just go home" said Ara firmly.

"Whether you want to be in a house or apartment, you will still be mine" said Adrian ambiguous. Makes the wife cringe cynically.

"What do you mean? Talking about possession at a time like this," Ara grew increasingly upset. His heart is not okay.

"At least you're not quiet, honey. I'd rather you scold me or hit me too" Adrian leaned his body toward his wife.

"I'm not angry. Especially with you," Ara urged her husband to return to his place.

"Then?"

"I'm just disappointed in myself. Is Laura's memory that bad about me, Mom?" Ara lowered her head, the woman was seen playing the chain from the handbag on her lap.

"What bad news? You only met for a moment. Not even getting to know each other closely" Adrian said in response.

"Yes, but I know he's still expecting you when you take me to his wedding first. Seen from his attitude," the woman looked up, seeing the husband's expression whether changed to hear his words.

The man smiled faintly. "That's good. That means you liked me from the beginning, right? How great am I to be the snatch of 2 women?"

And immediately got a punch on the thigh, a pinch of the stomach and a slow push that meant nothing to Adrian. But the man acted hurt, to make Ara pursed her lips.

The man immediately embraced the wife's affection, kissed the top of her head and said, "I love you and you never took me away from her. Point."

"But I was there after,"

"Stop! There is no debate. ILOVEYOU. And nothing else" said Adrian, who shares his focus with the streets.

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"Ma, can I go back to Indonesia?"

"Your house is here, Ki. Why should it be in Indonesia? Treatment here is more sophisticated. Mama will be calmer if you are here," said Aimi on the sidelines she gently wiped the fragile body of the son who shrank from week to week.

"Didn't I have Indonesian blood?"

"Don't mean you have to be there, right? Here all the best facilities and treatment are available. Later if it is healed, you can go anywhere as you please, son," rubbed Akio's legs which are even now as big as his hands, making his maternal instinct suddenly as slashed. He felt he could not take good care of his son.

"I just want to go back to Indonesia, Ma," Aimi's heart was like pierced with an indictment. What Akio said was more like a last wish than a goal that would get him excited to heal.

Although Aimi knew, why the son chose Indonesia as his last place. Of course it's Adrian's wife, his cousin. The only woman who may remain in Akio's deepest heart at any time.

Sighing deeply, the woman from the land of sakura was distraught. What if it's Akio's last wish. It would be very painful if he could not make it happen.

Last wish? What's on his mind? It was like praying for the son to leave soon, because it was like believing that Akio would really leave after this.

Aimi's tears fell accidentally over the boy's arm. And immediately he rubbed a wet towel to disguise the droplets that came out without permission from his beautiful eyes. But the sound of his soft sobbing, could not lie to Akio who then blocked the wrists of the mother.

"Mama's crying?"

"No, Ki. It was just a drop of water from a towel" Aimi said. The middle-aged woman turned her face only to hide her shrouded face that was increasingly visible, as a result of several nights he only cried over the fate of the son.

"Ma. don't cry I won't calm down if Mama is like this," said Akio who made the tears of the mother more swift.

The woman was in silence. Sculpting and squeezing tightly the wet towel that was within his grasp. His fragile and limp bones made one of his hands finally support the edge of the bed.

"Mama is my first love and forever." With great difficulty Akio tilted his weak body.

"Where are you going?" said the mother who caught Akio's movements in her bed. The woman did not care about her tears that continued to flow, she immediately turned around and wanted to help the son.

But it turns out that Akio even grabbed the hand of the mother. He took her cupping both of his cheeks. "Ma, Mama is my life, so are Papa and Shaikha. I love you guys a quarter of my age. If I had to stop here, I would. You guys have been more than enough to make me special all this time."

The man's tears trickled down, flowing through the gap between the pale cheeks that were sunken with the mother's palm that was whitened and wet. It's destiny, and the conditions are already very final. The man realized it. That his life was no longer his. He was just waiting for an extension of God's hand, through the surgery option suggested by the Doctor. And he wants to meet Ara, before the end takes his life.

Aimi put up with her stuffing in front of the son. Hearing the expression of affection for him, collapsed also his defense.

With a heart-wrenching screech, the woman spilled out all the feelings that hurt her heart. All this time, he had only pretended to be strong in front of Akio, only for his son to get positive energy from him to always be happy and help his healing process. But it seemed, that power had been lost somewhere.

Aimi fell under the bed. His hand was still tightly grasping Akio's hand. The man could not hide his sadness. Pain and sadness that fused in his chest as if increasingly piercing to hear the mournful cry of the mother. This fate, it really broke his heart.

But today, Aimi felt like everything was nearing the end of her handsome man's struggle. Is it true that Akio has given up on his pain? In his heart, the middle-aged woman could not take it for granted.

"We are going to Indonesia, please.... "