You Are My Life (You are My Life)

Warm Hugs

Hasna was about to fall asleep, but her stomach hurt again. Very sick, it seems like the fatigue factor is also because he works overtime.

Hasna rolled to and fro anxiously. His hands continued to press against the stomach which felt so painful.

"Why does it hurt"

Hasna wakes up on the bed. He was so tormented by this pain in his stomach. He continued to grimace in pain with both hands pressing down on the lower part of the abdomen.

Chequek..

The sound of the door opening turned Hasna's gaze away. He looked at the man standing in the doorway holding a small towel in his hand.

"Sa-honey" Why is he still here? I thought I was home from earlier.

Bima walked closer towards Hasna after closing the room door. The man sat on Hasna's bed, lying on a carpeted floor.

"It hurts his stomach?" Bima asked, so soft and full of attention.

Whatisthis? Why is she this soft?

"Shift" Bima said while helping Hasna to shift her seat slightly.

After there was empty space for her, Bima immediately went up to the top of the mattress and placed a pillow on the wall. Then he sat leaning against the wall of the room, with a pillow as a pedestal.

Bima spread her legs, and patted the empty space in front of her "Here, sit here"

Huh uh??

Hasna gasped at Bima's words, she stared at the empty spot that the man meant. Sitting in front of him with both legs Bima is on his left and right side.

"Hurry up, don't waste too much time"

"But-but..." Hasna felt doubtful about Bima's orders this time. The man told her to sit right in front of him.

"Hurry up!!"

Bima's voice had already risen by an octave, the man really wanted Hasna to sit in front of him. This is an order that cannot be denied.

Finally Hasna complied, inched closer to Bima and sat right in front of Bima. Gasped as suddenly burly hands hugged him from behind. Bima kept the small towel in Hasna's stomach.

Warm.. Whatisthis?

Hasna held Bima's hand which was on her stomach and fumbled over the little towel. It turned out that the small towel was used by Bima to wrap the bottle he had filled with hot water.

"Be quiet, compress with hot water like this can relieve pain. Or are you going to the hospital now?" Bima

Hasna shook her head slowly "No, this is enough. Thank you dear"

"Hm. Now that you're sleeping, you've been tired all day. Now it's time to rest"

How can I sleep if it's this way. My heart was pounding continuously and getting louder.

Bima leaned Hasna's head on her chest. "Sleep, don't move much"

Is.deg..

How Hasna could sleep if they were this position. Bima actually hugged her from behind with her hand compressing Hasna's stomach with a small bottle of hot water wrapped in a small towel.

"Close your eyes" said Bima who placed her cheek on Hasna's head.

Hasna just gave a small nod, then she closed her eyes. Although his chest was still very pounding, but the comfort he felt. The pain in his stomach also began to subside.

Is this smile in the arms of those we love?

Bima's embrace felt so warm and comfortable for Hasna. Until unknowingly, the girl had fallen asleep in Bima's arms.

"I love you" said Bima, further tightening her embrace

Finally, Bima fell asleep by himself. She also felt the same comfort as she hugged Hasna. Both seem to have their own comfort. Love has united those who have different natures and ways of thinking.

...🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧...

Hasna woke up when the alarm on her phone went off. He blinked and looked down, where the burly hand was still perfectly coiled in his stomach. Hasna was a little surprised, she slightly distanced her body from Bima. The man's chest must have been sore because Hasna was completely resting her head comfortably there.

I thought last night it was a dream, it really was.

Hasna raised Bima's hand slowly, then she broke free from the man's embrace. Hasna fixed Bima's position, confirming the pillow that the man was backing. Then, he enveloped the man.

He looked so handsome while sleeping like this.

Hasna stood up and walked out of her room. He will prepare for work and prepare breakfast. The pain in his stomach has improved.

Hasna awoke Hisham to immediately carry out his duties. He then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Sir, Sham wants to go to the mosque first" shouted Hisham when he came out of his room, the child was ready with a cocoa shirt and a holster he wore.

At the same time Hasna's room door opened. Bima came out from there, still with a sleepy face.

"Where are you going Sham?" Ask Bima

Hisham turned his head towards Bima, the boy was a little surprised to see Bima coming out from his sister's room. For the first time Hasna allowed a man to enter let alone sleep in her room.

Hasna entered the living room with a kitchen knife, the girl was cutting vegetables and some ingredients that would be cooked for breakfast later.

"Loh Tu's..Eh Honey, you're awake" said Hasna who immediately approached them.

Uhuk...

Hisham coughed at hearing Hasna calling Bima like that. His spontaneous reaction was instantly gaining a sharp gaze from Bima.

"Hehehe. Sorry sir, I have a sore throat" Hisham said alibi with a whimper

Duh Sham, you really do not know the situation.

"Yaudah Brother, I want to go to the mosque first yes" said Hisham while kissing the back of his brother's hand.

"Wait on! I'm coming" Bima said a little screamed

Hisham and Hasna turned their heads towards Bima, they were quite surprised by the man's shout. However, moments later Hasna smiled at it.

"Alright, honey take ablution first. Let me bring you some clean clothes for her prayers" Hasna smiled

"I wait here Brother-in-law" said Hisham casually, the boy walked up to the chair and sat there

"Ehh. Hisham, don't call him seper..."

"Continue, I love your new call little boy" Bima said flatly, as she passed towards the kitchen

Brother Sister looked at each other, then shook her head in surprise with Bima's attitude.

"Here you go, Brother, he loves my new calling" said Hisham

Hasna just shrugged indifferently, she passed to the room to pick up a change of clothes for Bima. Hasna kept a few pieces of her late father's clothes. And definitely fit for Bima wear.

Seriate

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