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23. The emperor suddenly became ill

"Sir, are you okay?" mr. Burhan asked timidly, but the Emperor did not abhor him at all. Just being silent, daydreaming like an undead.

"Would I just take Master home, Madam can definitely calm the mind of Master who seems to be disturbed. Well, is it possible that Mister is disturbing the same demon grave huh?" Mr. Burhan was already shuddering in horror, he immediately drove his car to the house of his great master who was now still silent like a statue.

Upon reaching the house, Mr. Burhan looked at the Emperor, Delia who saw the return of her husband, immediately welcomed, but Delia was astonished, when she saw the Emperor his face was so pale, his body was also shivering, his eyes blank. Delia brought the Emperor to their room with the help of Mr. Burhan.

"Your master why?" delia asked curiously and worriedly.

"I don't know, Madam! You ran out to the grave of his late mother, uh, back from there, angry, crying, screaming, then like this, Madam. I'm afraid that you're going to the devil in the grave, ma'am!" mr. Burhan said his face was pale with fear.

"You are, there is-there is! Once there, ask the aunt to prepare green tea and bring lunch to the room only. My husband and I want to eat here!" delia's orders. When she approached her mute husband, tears were still in her eyes.

"Why are you, baby? Is there a problem?" Delia stepped carefully, her gestational age was willing to enter four months, but Delia was still wary of anything. The Emperor was still fixated, not responding to anything.

"Mrs, here's the order!" said the aunt behind the door.

"Come, BI!" Delia screamed because she was trying to get her husband to talk.

The door opened, the aunt placed Delia's order on the table, then looked at her Master, "Master why, Madam?" Delia glanced at a glance, then shook her head slowly.

"I was still trying to ask, but your Master was still silent from earlier." suddenly the Emperor hugged Delia, crying bitterly in his arms. "Mamah, Emperor Kangen, Mah! Hiks hyks!" Delia was surprised, the aunt followed sadly to see the Emperor who was now sobbing sedan. "Master must have remembered with Ndoro the deceased princess!" the aunt then went outside the room. Crying too.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Delia asked again.

However the Emperor only sobbed, still hugging Delia tightly, Delia finally gave up, only stroking her husband's back, providing peace for the Emperor.

"Darling, I'm a bribe, huh? You must be hungry!" The Emperor looked at Delia for a moment, then nodded, giving Delia an opportunity to grab some food on the table, Delia then fed the Emperor with great patience, the Emperor still fell silent.

After she finished eating, the Emperor went straight to sleep, Delia could not bear to let her Husband just suffer by himself without being able to do anything about it. Delia then went downstairs to look for Mr. Burhan. Want to know more about what really happened.

"Tell me, what really happened? Why is your master, until now still like a dazed person?" Delia was sitting on the sofa, Mr. Burhan was still standing, not daring to sit down, because he had not been told by his employer.

"Sit down!" delia's orders. Mr. Burhan then sat down in front of Delia. "Tell me, what happened at the cemetery?" repeated Delia still with the same face mimic.

Delia seemed silent, trying to absorb what her husband's driver had to say. "Yes, Mr. Burhan can rest again. Sorry to interrupt!" Delia returned to her room, wanting to see her husband.

"Actually, who did you meet there? So that makes you this syock?" Delia monologized, while holding the Emperor's hand that was still shivering.

"You're hot, too, Mom! Do we need to go to the hospital?" Delia asked the Emperor, but the Emperor laid his body back. Closed his eyes.

"All right, you rest! I'll accompany you!" Delia then lay down next to her husband. They took a nap together. This was the first time the Emperor had slept in Delia's arms. It was usually the Emperor who embraced Delia if they slept together. They slept until the Maghreb arrived.

"Darling, let's get up! Ashar prayer first, we sleep this obscurity!" Delia woke up her husband, but the Emperor was still silent, looking a sweaty hair on his forehead.

Delia went straight to the bathroom, took a bath last afternoon and prayed ashar that was late because of sleep. The emperor was still sound, Delia became even more worried. The Emperor even cried in his sleep. Delia looked at her husband with sadness. Sweat on his forehead.

"I take the compress and the medicine down the heat first," Delia then got off the bed, but Delia's hand pulled on her husband, "Please, don't leave me alone! I'm scared!" the Emperor's eyes closed but held Delia's hand firmly, as if afraid that Delia would leave him for good.

"Darling, I didn't go long, just wanted to go downstairs, get a compress and get some medicine for you!" Delia tried to persuade her husband, but the Emperor now hugged Delia by the waist.

Fix, Delia can't go anywhere. The Emperor seemed to be suffering greatly at this moment. Delia could see her husband who was usually strong, firm and arrogant, now looked so weak, lethargic and lost the spirit of his life.

"Either what have you faced, so that makes you so." Delia monologue.

Delia would just sit, stroke her husband's back, and occasionally, the Emperor would cry in his sleep. Delirious of her deceased Mamah, mentioning something that Delia did not understand, because her voice was more like to mutter, but it was not so clear.

"Cheal fast, baby! Tomorrow you still believe. I had to take you to the hospital. I'm worried about you, baby!" Delia kissed her husband's forehead who was still sweating coldly.

"Whatever you've been through, believe me! I will always be with you. Don't be afraid anymore, baby!" Delia whispered in her husband's ear.

Delia read alphatihah, Al Falaq, Annas, Al-Ikhlas, in the ears of the Emperor, hoping that the holy verses of the Quran could awaken her husband who was like being sucked into a different dimension.

"For half an hour, Delia recited the holy verses of the Quran in her husband's ear. Until adzan Maghrib. The emperor is starting to improve.

The Emperor opened his eyes, then hugged his wife tightly, "Never leave me! I beg!" Delia was happy, seeing her husband was willing to talk, although still hoarse, it seemed like her husband had just done a very tiring thing.