MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE

MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 115 CANNOT PROMISE


I am confused about my journey. Too steep and winding.


Now I feel like I'm at a crossroads. I don't know where to walk?


My husband, who was sick and almost dead, is now healthy again.


While Doni who always faithfully accompany my lonely days, still faithfully accompany.


I'm galau. Really confused. People might say, just leave Doni. Our relationship is unclear.


We are both traitors. Equally cheating. But it's not that easy to leave Doni.


He's been too good to me. It's not fair to suddenly leave him after my husband recovers.


But if I stick with Doni, how does my husband feel? He who had been given a very heavy ordeal, who had lost everything, should lose me as well?


And in the end I kept it all going. You want to say evil to others, yes please.


I can't leave Doni. But I can't leave my husband either. Being honest with both is also very unlikely.


Every time I tell Doni about my husband, he doesn't seem to like it. But Doni never intended to leave me. He just switched the conversation.


Like today when I wanted to spend the weekend with my husband, Doni asked me to accompany me out of town.


The reason is that he has a business that needs a friend to finish his business.


As a good employee, I did not reject Doni's invitation either. Sarah and my son are also there.


Doni should be able to go alone. Or invite other staff to help him.


With guilt, I say goodbye to the Arka mas will go out of town for business.


Mas Arka just nodded even though I knew from the look in his eyes, as if unwilling.


"Sorry, Mas. I can't just leave my job. You know, we live from my work. If I'm laid off, what are we gonna eat?"


Reason I think makes sense. Even if it's just common sense.


I put clothes in a bag that's not too big. Because it's only two days. Sunday afternoon I was back.


I left a lot of food for the Arka mas at home. I was worried that he would get sick again if he ate too late.


When I left the house, Arka held my hand. I can't bear to see it. But how, Doni was already waiting for me in front of the alley.


"What's up, Mom?"


Mas Arka just kissed my hand and let me go. He kept looking at me from his wheelchair as I turned his head.


Arka has damned my steps. Or am I supposed to come to her senses and go back to her?


But what if Doni gets angry and fires me? Want to find a job where the salary is enough for both of us.


Ijasahku is just a High School. There's nothing extra. If I had to work again as a shopkeeper like I used to, it would be impossible to cover the needs of both of us.


I stepped with a worried heart. Even though I keep moving.


Doni's in front of the alley.


"Old kok?" ask Doni.


"Yes, Don. Sorry, I forgot to get my clothes cleaned up last night."


It was true that I had just cleaned my clothes just before leaving earlier. Because my heart is worried.


"Arka fussy?" ask Doni.


I'm shaking. I don't want Doni to corner Arka's mas. Anyway Arka my husband. I don't want anyone to underestimate him even though Doni.


"Cirtain fusses asking to come along."


"Your husband should be aware that he is relying on you now. So you shouldn't be so heavy-hearted you're gone." Doni still continues to discuss it even though I am lazy to answer it.


"Keep me how, Don?" I'm trying to lure answers from Doni.


"Continue stepping. Are you ready to be unemployed?" ask Doni.


I glanced at.


"Are you going to fire me?"


"I'm not going to fire you. But if your husband doesn't like you working in a hotel? Are you still going to keep the job?"


"Yes he must have a solution" I replied.


"Well that's what I mean. But your husband can't work. People who have had a stroke especially severe like your husband, can be cured. But his brain function has decreased. Is there anyone who wants to hire people who have less brain?" sahut Doni at length.


"Udahlah, Don. Don't talk about it anymore. Dizziness. I was just relieved of the burden of taking care of a sick husband. Can you burden me with that next problem?"


"It wasn't me who was weighing on you, Ar. But your husband's attitude will burden you" replied Doni.


"Maybe not. I'm tired of all my life's problems, Don."


"Look at me, Ar. I'm ready to be your back. I promise I'll never leave you, no matter what. Do you promise too?"


I kept quiet thinking about Doni's request. If I said I couldn't promise, Doni would be angry. But if I promise, I have an obligation to keep it.


"It's hard, he answered?" ask Doni.


"Other question, yes."


"Okay, now another question. Do you still love your husband?"


Quibble. It's harder to answer. Because I don't know the answer either.


"arc. Why don't you answer it?"


"I don't know, Don. All I have done is my responsibility as a wife. I can't leave him behind while he's still down like this."


"Oh, huh?"


Doni seemed to doubt my answer. I'm nodding.


"But if your husband returns to normal again, you'll be harder and harder to leave. Even you will stay away from me" said Doni memelas.


"Come, Don. We just go with it, okay?" my door.


"Until when?" ask Doni again.


"Time will answer." I just answered it.


"When my divorce with my wife is being processed. I wish I could live with you."


Deghs. My heart feels like it's going to fall out. Doni divorced his wife for me?


Then I'll have to promise Doni to divorce my husband for him?


I don't love Doni. Or don't know thank you. But it's hard for me to leave the Arka mas, after everything we've been through.


"You're serious, Don?" I ask who still does not believe in Doni's words.


"Do I look like I'm joking? Have I ever been serious about you? Or, have I ever lied to you?"


I'm shaking. None of that ever happened. He was always serious about his words, his actions. And almost never lied to me. At least I never felt lied to.


"Keep what makes you doubt? Your husband won't die if you leave, Ar. If he needs a fee, I'll pay him. Find a baby sitter to take care of her. But not you. You're the same me. You're mine, Ar!"


I looked down and closed my eyes. I'm sorry Don. I can't promise yet.