MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 114 WANTS TO EAT REMEMBER HUSBAND

Finished eating and cleaning the dining table with the help of Arka mas, I invited him to sit in the living room.

Although the living room is not too big, even much smaller than the home of his parents, Arka mas looks very comfortable.

"Here Mas, I massage his hands. You must've been aching me in the kitchen."

I grabbed Arka's hand. And I started to massage her slowly. I haven't massaged her in a long time.

Ever since she was taken care of by her annoying cousin sister. I avoided my husband too.

Remembering it makes my emotions rise. Fortunately he was dead. Death brings his sins.

I don't know where he was buried. I never asked the police or the hospital.

I also have no intention of going on a pilgrimage to the grave of the man who once intended to kill me and my husband.

"Enak, Mommy?"

Arka nodded. If only I had time to bring her back to the hospital, Arka's mas might recover faster.

After enough sitting with the Arka mas, I took him to bed.

"Mas, what's going to sleep with me?"

Arka pointed at my room. Apparently he wants to sleep together.

I pushed the wheelchair into my room. Then I helped her get on the bed.

Now it's a little light, because his body can already compensate. Not just silent like a living statue.

Before going to bed, I asked him to talk again. Although he could not answer yet, at least it could stimulate his brain to work.

I grabbed his hand again, I moved up and down. In order not to be stiff.

"Yes, my mom. I'm sleepy."

I also fell asleep immediately.

At midnight, my phone rang. Mas Arka nudged me, signalling that there was an incoming call for me.

Lazily, I got up and picked up the phone I had placed on the table.

Doni. I looked at the Arka mas who was still awake and looked at me.

Although he won't protest, but I don't dare to raise him. I don't feel good when Arka's mas hears it.

Without rejecting her call, I just ignored the call and went back to bed.

I haven't had time to break down, my phone rang again.

Doni called again. I finally decided to pick it up, but outside the room.

"Yes, Don. What's up?"

"Then, abis maghrib. Yeah, it's okay. Okay. See you."

I went back to the room and Arka's mas still sees me.

"My coworkers, Mom."

Arka still sees me, as if she still needs my explanation.

"Doni. You remember, right? Who helped us move here."

Arka nodded and closed her eyes.

I let out my breath. He seems to be starting to want to know my business.

I lay down and slept by hugging him. So that he doesn't suspect anymore.

At dawn, Mas Arka woke up. He shook my hand.

"Morning still, Mum. Get some sleep." I clasped his hand.

But Arka's wiggled my hand again.

"Would you wake up?" He's nodding.

I also gave up. Then I went down first and helped him down.

"What do you want?"

Mas Arka signaled that he would pray.

"Can you?" My eyes are still very sleepy.

He nodded, then ran his own wheelchair.

While I continued my sleep.

I woke up at six o'clock. I immediately moved. Why didn't Arka wake me up? Is he sleeping again?

I got out of the room, and was surprised to see the dining table was tidy with the food I brought last night.

"It was food yesterday, Mom. Stale ain't?"

She shook her head. I smell it, and it doesn't even smell warm.

"You're the one who's heating up?"

Arka nodded. How-to? While there is no dirty frying. Everything is clean. Did Arka wash it too?

Arka nodded. But I can't believe I didn't see it for myself.

"Seriously, Mom? How's it?"

Arka smiled a little. Or can he walk?

Ah, it's impossible. His hands were still weak, how could he possibly walk? Which is the most fallen.

"I'll take a shower, Mom. It's six o'clock more."

Let it be, if indeed the Arka mas can stand, thank God. It means I'm not too tired and bothered anymore.

After the shower, I went straight to the room. The bed that was a mess was already neat.

Looks like Arka's mas will surprise me. He does everything well like a normal person.

Finished getting dressed and getting ready, I got out of the room. It was like having a house assistant. Everything is available, it's neat.

"Come, Mas. Eat together." I'll get Arka's mas to eat. Because he is my husband after all. I still have to serve him.

"I'm leaving first, Mom." I kissed his hand and went to work.

In front of the alley, as usual Doni was waiting for me there.

I opened the car door and got up.

"Have you eaten, Ar?" ask Doni.

"just now. The Arka...."

Well, why is this mouth not on the brake? Maybe because it's too happy, to just get out.

"What's what?"

I don't want Doni to know first about the development of the Arka mas that has been very good.

"I prepared the meal. As usual."

"Ooh." Doni remained focused on the streets that were quite crowded.

"Have you eaten yourself, Don?"

Doni.

"I'm with breakfast, right? What do you want to eat?"

"No need. Easy later."

"Later your stomach hurts. You're going to the project again, right?"

"Today, I'm not into the project. Roni has handled everything. My body is not healthy anymore."

"Well, that's not healthy. Let's eat first."

After I forced it, Doni finally wanted to eat breakfast. Chicken was his choice. Because his digestion is again problematic.

"Eat in the office, huh, Ar?"

"Yes, it's okay. What matters is that you eat."

I ordered one serving of chicken porridge wrapped.

Before long, the chicken came. Mm. The smell makes me laper again.

"Bang, one more! Same as this."

The chicken porridgeist came back and made it for me.

"She ate? Want ya?"

"The smell is delicious. So drool." Doni just laughed.

After my order came and paid for it, we immediately headed to the hotel.

"Don, you're gonna take me home from work to Sarah's, okay? I miss my son."

"OK, ready. But you tell Sarah first. Who knows if they're going out."

"Yes, I'll call you later."

Arriving at the hotel, Mila greeted me. I just smiled. Doni glanced at me.

Hadheh. Wanting to have a temen aja, in forbidden. I'm just talking if I bete again.

"Would you stop by Mila's desk?"

"No!"

I live Doni. I went into the workroom first. I'll just open the chicken porridge.

Hhm. The smell makes a laper. But suddenly I remembered the Arka mas. He used to love chicken breakfast the most.

My appetite was gone. I put my chicken porridge back.

"Not eaten, he said laper?"

"Not being a laper!"