MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 113 MY HUSBAND IS GETTING BETTER

Doni followed me to my desk. I looked at his ice-cold face.

"I didn't hire you to hang out with that cheap girl, okay?"

I don't understand why Doni judged Mila to the extent. For example, Mila often changes dates, not Doni's business as well.

Doni's business is just a job. Why do I need to connect personal business.

If Mila ever set me up, I'm still safe. Nothing happened to me.

"Why silence? Still unsure of my words?"

I'm still quiet. Doni took his cell phone and gave it to me.

"If you are unsure. You can read how he almost every day asks me to date him. If it's my own hotel, I've fired him a long time ago!"

I read the messages sent by Mila to Doni's number. It's awful to ask for a date with Doni. Doni just hated him so much.

"You still want to be close to a girl like her?"

"I'm sorry, Don." That's all I can say.

"Yes already. I just want to get the files. Finish your job well."

Then Doni gave me another job.

"I'll go first. Don't forget lunch. If you don't want to go out alone, then just order online."

Before leaving, Doni kissed my cheek at a glance.

Even though Doni was angry, he could still be sweet.

I came back with a lot of time and brains. Here my brain is really sharpened. I, who had no basis in management and accounting, was forced to work on it.

It was fortunate that I had quite a watered-down brain, so I could learn it easily.

It's time for lunch, I opened the food that Doni bought this morning. There is no need to spend money to buy food.

There is no need to go out of the hotel to find food. Because I'm likely to see Mila again.

It's not that I don't like Mila anymore, but I don't want to get caught with Doni anymore.

Tok to tok.

My workroom door is knocking. After I opened, it turned out to be the security hotel. He brought me food, he said there was a package for me.

I accepted. After I read the name of the order, it turned out to be Doni. He also bought me food.

I took a picture of the food and I sent it to Doni's number, let him know that I got the food. Even though I have no interest in eating it first. Because I've eaten.

I thought, it's good to be an employee like me. Breakfast, free lunch. Just eat.

Transportation is also free. Shuttle too. But when will it be? My husband is now recovering.

What if one day my husband is completely healthy and can work again?

My relationship with Doni will definitely be found out. Then how's next?

Ah, make dizzy and upset.

I chose to return to my job. About my husband and Doni let me think about it later. Whatever happens, happens.

I was so busy working, I forgot about time. It's four o'clock more.

But not yet finished the task of Doni. I'll finish it first. Doni hasn't picked me up yet.

It didn't feel like it was almost six. Doni hasn't called me yet. I tried to call him first, but his number was off.

I finally decided to go home by myself. I can go home with an online motorcycle. Not to forget I also brought the food that was ordered by Doni this afternoon.

Half an hour later, I got home. Like yesterday, the porch lights are on. And the door of the house opened.

I entered without saying hello. Because I thought it was useless, no one answered.

"Mas! Arka Mas! Where are you?"

I'm looking into the kitchen, nothing. There is nothing in the bathroom either. I opened my room, empty.

I was stunned when I opened the room occupied by the Arka mas. He was praying Maghrib while sitting in his wheelchair.

My eyes water. Trenyuh see the specificity of the Arka in worship.

My question, since when did Arka start praying again? Because I've never seen him all this time.

If in the past while still at my in-laws' house, Teguh mas often took him to the mosque even though he had to push it far enough.

I kept watching the Arka Salat until it was over. As soon as she did the greeting, I slammed into her embrace.

"Mas. You've recovered. You're healthy, Mom?"

Arka just nodded. I looked at his face. A very cool face. The face that once made me unable to move to another heart.

But now? I even betrayed him. I forgot about him with Doni.

My tears are coming down hard. I rested at the feet of the Arka mas. I'm sorry, Mas.

With a still weak movement, Arka's mas stroked my head. I looked up my head.

Arka wiped my tears. Then he tried to smile, even though it was very difficult.

I brought the Arka mas forward. With tears that will not stop.

"Have you eaten, my dear?"

Mas Arka shook his head.

"We ate together, huh?"

Then I went to the kitchen and prepared dinner for the two of us.

The food that was ordered by Doni this afternoon I also serve, in addition to the food that I made this morning.

I was about to push Arka's mas to eat together at the dinner table. But Arka's already pushing himself the wheelchair.

I get him food on the plate and put it on his lap. My tears kept flowing seeing my husband painstakingly trying to feed his food.

Even Mas Arka held out a spoonful of food towards me. He wants to bribe me.

I approached, then I held her hand and I opened my mouth to put the food in.

I chewed it with tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

"Thank you....Mas." I stammered it.

I also took my food and fed Arka. We become like a pair of young people who are dating.

My memory drifted two years ago. When we were dating. Although our courtship time was very short.

I just realized, it turns out our marriage has not even been two years. But the storm that hit him was terrible.

Like a sailing man, our boat was hit by a great storm. We're still in it, because the boat hasn't been wrecked.

But I'm looking safe myself. I play with fire. While the Arka mas has not been able to drive the boat again as before.

It's so mean to me. What if I'm in Arka's mas position? When helpless is betrayed.

After eating, even the Arka mas can help me clean the dining table. He remained in a sitting position in his wheelchair.

"Already, Mas. Just let me. You just sit down. It will fall."

Mas Arka shook his head and still helped me bring dirty dishes to the laundry.

Yes, Arka is actually an independent person. Early marriage also he often helps homework that should be my responsibility.