MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 18 SURPRISE PARTY

That night, I really didn't eat. I'm not lustful at all. I just ate some fruit from the fridge.

To reduce hunger and wait for time until Arka mas came home, I chose to sleep.

I opened up my favorite online novel app. I read some of the synopsis, looking for the novel I like the most. Until I finally fell asleep.

At four o'clock in the afternoon I woke up to the sound of an alarm from my phone. I deliberately set it at four, so I can get ready first, before going to the obstetrician

After being tidy, I walked out of the house. I'm gonna wait for my husband on the porch. While reading the book, which my husband had prepared under the table.

Arka is a hobby of reading. Wherever the place, when there was time, he would read books. He always put books in some places.

Like on the car dashboard. While he was in the car, he would read it. In his office, for sure. On the terrace of the house and all the rooms in this house, except the kitchen and bathroom.

I who incidentally also included nerds, when in school first, very supportive of the habit of Arka mas who put his books in several places.

So do not bother to carry reading books everywhere. I have been reading more novels online lately.

Because I think it's more practical. Don't be tired of going page by page. All titles are. Click on the search.

I sat on the porch, alone. I noticed Yola's house, the door was still closed. The page also looks dry. Because usually in the afternoon, Yola will water the plants.

Yola is a lover of ornamental plants. There are so many collections, I don't know the names. He said, make yourself amuse. Because they live far from their partner.

Because of the large collection of plants, Yola left a few pots in my yard. He arranged it in such a way that it resembled a small garden.

Said Yola, living in a love fish pond, or a mini waterfall, be a beautiful little garden. Cool, because there was the sound of water gurgling. Like in Yola's yard.

I agree, but I haven't. Arka also has no free time. Six days, just to work.

I'm just going to Sunday. Sometimes he still finishes his work in his office.

If the days are ordinary, I ask the Arka mas not to often-frequently mushy, unless it is really necessary.

I said, give your body and brain time to rest. Do not be forced every day. He also complies. Almost every day home on time. Except stuck in the street.

The distance from our house to the Arka mas office is not too far away. If it gets stuck, it can be more than half an hour on the road. The time should be about fifteen minutes.

I read a book about the anatomy of the human body. I want to learn it again. In the school was taught. My majors.

But many have forgotten. Understandably, even though I used to be one of the outstanding students, but after High School I did not continue college.

I choose to work. Actually not choosing anyway, more to be forced to work. I was forced to seek my own income. Because I'm a kara.

While my peers, still cool with his teenage world. Still struggling with the stacks of tasks from the campus. I have to find a mouthful of rice.

I have to fight alone, against my destiny. So that I don't go hungry. So that I don't live relying on people's mercy.

Miris. But that's life. That's my destiny. Like it or not, I have to accept it. I have to go. Unless I choose to die.

Many people have advised me to live my life. It's easy for them to say that. But it's not as easy as I did it.

Sincere or not sincere, I just go. Perhaps more precisely, I leave it all to the All-Giving One.

It was so fun to read, until it was unconscious that it was getting dark. I saw the clock on my wrist. Almost six o'clock in the afternoon.

Why did Arka not arrive at home. I open my phone. There was no notification from my husband.

I tried calling her. Just calling. The hape is inactive. I tried calling ordinary. Because I filled the pulse earlier, it was only the answer from the operator.

I'm starting to get anxious. Not usually like this. Usually if there is a sudden business, always give news. Even when stuck in traffic also took time, giving news, so I do not worry.

But this, there's no news. Even the hape is dead. If you run out of power, it's impossible. Because usually the Ark mas carry power bank.

I started pacing. How do I contact my husband? I might not have gone to his office either. Because this hour is usually the office is quiet.

The voice of Adzan maghrib began to sound. I took a long breath.

I decided to pray maghrib first. Who knows abis maghrib, mas Arka home. But until almost anything, Arka mas has no news.

I tried calling her phone again, still off. Where's she? What the hell happened to him?

Until eight o'clock at night, there were no signs of the return of the Arka mas. I started to panic.

I went back and forth to the terrace. Looking far towards the streets. No cars passing by.

Nine o'clock at night. The streets are getting quieter. Yola's house was dark. I don't know where the guy is.

I'm getting anxious. And a little creepy too. Not usually the atmosphere of the complex is quiet like this.

Or because I'm worried, and Yola's house is dark. And I should be on the terrace.

I chose to go into the house. Somewhat increased the volume of television. And sitting anxiously watching the television, which I had no interest in.

Before long, I heard the sound of Arka's car. I immediately ran to open the door. I immediately developed a smile. Relieved. My husband finally came home.

I saw the Arka mas walking with a lot of tentengan. Bring what is he?

Arka walked in casually. Then put the luggage on the living room table.

Soon, Yola came. He carried a tart, with a colorful candle lit on it.

I'm still confused by all this. What was?

"Surprisee.." said Yola. I'm getting clueless.

Mas Arka kissed me on the cheek, saying happy birthday to me. Congratulations on my pregnancy.

It turns out today is my birthday. Because I never celebrated, I forgot.

Yola brought her cake closer to me. Then he and Arka sang a happy birthday song for me.

I shed my tears. Thank God, in my growing age, your gifts increase.

After singing the song, Yola told me to blow the candles. But before that I was asked to say my request in my heart.

Wuuushh.

The candles all died. Aided by a blow from the Arka mas.

We celebrated three. Blissfully. The people closest to me gave me a surprise. Surprise Parties.