MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 35 DON'T HURT MY HUSBAND

Eight o'clock in the morning passed a little, the visiting doctor came to check my condition. I who really wanted to go home, deliberately asked the doctor to joke. I mean to make the doctor sure I'm better.

"Can I go home today?" my many. To the point.

"Well, do you want to go home now?" the doctor asked me back.

"Yes, Doc. I'm missing" I replied absurdly.

"Lho, her husband is waiting here, is he still missing?" ask doctor.

"Didn't know, Doctor didn't know" I replied.

The doctor explained that my condition had improved. But for a while, I had to bedrest. Not much activity first. Especially husband-wife activities.

"But I can go home, can't I?" my question, a little forcing.

The doctor breathed. Because I was insistent on asking to go home, the doctor finally allowed me to go home. But under various conditions. And I had to sign a statement, which included, that I was the one asking to go home and all the risks involved were no longer the responsibility of the hospital.

I also nodded in agreement. The important thing is to go home. Thought. For my husband's health too.

Mas Arka and the mother who heard me were so determined to go home, to the head bobble.

After Arka finished his administration, I could go home. Even though mom asked, while we stayed at home mom first.

I was worried that when I came home to my own home, no one would watch and help me. Because according to the doctor, even at home I have to stay bedrest. Can't do anything for the next two days.

I also agree with my mother's wishes. Pity also the mother who just lived father. It would be very lonely.

And if at home mom, I don't need to think about the needs of the Arka mas first. Because there is a mother and bi Sumi who will replace me.

I got out of the hospital, pushed in a wheelchair. It feels like a sick person. But not anything. I'm also afraid of bleeding again.

When I was about to ride the car, Arka mas carrying me. People say, bridal style.

Arriving at my mother's house, I see there are still many neighbors who go back and forth there. Someone tidied up the tent and chairs. Someone's sweeping the yard.

My family-in-law is very well-regarded. And they are also famous as good, polite and generous people. No wonder there are so many neighbors who help.

Not like when my parents died. As soon as the funeral was over, everyone dispersed. Only a few stayed and helped me. Maybe it was just out of pity to see me as an orphan.

Not because my parents were not kind to the neighbors, but rather because my parents were not rich. Who always distributed his wealth.

Let alone handing out, for daily needs only, mothers must be willing to work part-time as ironing workers, in a loundry.

I am lucky to be part of my husband's family now. Distinguished family. Everyone respects us. Everyone according to what mom ordered.

And lucky again, my husband had a great career. A huge salary. Can meet all the needs of life alone without asking for help from parents.

And for sure, I don't have to work hard anymore. All my needs have been met by my husband.

Living in an elite compound, not in a slum like my parents' house. Going anywhere does not need to overheat, because my husband has a car that can take me anywhere.

God is fair. After all this time I had to live mediocre, now I can enjoy the luxury of my husband. The wheel of life is always turning.

I entered my in-laws' house, in my husband's bopong. Because I can't walk on my own.

I am willing to use it. Even if it's my own pee, but still risi.

I wanted to buy a wheelchair, too, so that if I wanted to get out there, there was no need to walk. But I don't want to. I told Arka, I thought I had a STROKE.

Arriving in my room, Arka mas teased me.

"You want to slow down, what's in the throw?" I pinched Arka's arm. It's good to throw, am I trash? My answer.

Then Arka's mas lowered me slowly. Bi Sumi walked into the room with warm tea for me. And some snacks on a small plate. Feels like a princess of the king, nothing to serve.

After I lay down comfortably, Mas Arka pamit want to go first. Help the neighbors clean the house.

Mas Arka although the son of a rich man, but he did not hesitate to go down to help the work of others. Moreover, they help smooth the funeral of the father.

I was alone in the room. I grabbed my phone that was on the nightstand. I tried to turn it on, it was lowbath.

Want to charge, it's hard to take the charger. I finally put my phone next to my bed. I fell asleep soon too.

During the day, Arka woke me up. Because I have to eat and take medicine. Before long bi Sumi delivered my lunch.

While Arka's mas prepares my meds. Then he bribed me. Like a child, eat in a bribe. I smiled to myself.

I looked at the face of Arka's mas up close. He looks pale. Must be soy sauce. And just now it helped clear the yard, overheated.

"Mas, your face is pale" I said. I feel that handsome face that looks tired. Sayu's eyes.

"No, Honey. Very well" he replied. Always has. Always hide the pain.

"Mas, you brought your meds, right?" ask again. I'm really worried about his condition.

Mas Arka just nodded while continuing to bribe me. After my meal is over, Arka's mas will help me take medicine. While carrying a glass, suddenly...

PRAANG

The glass fell and broke. Mom immediately ran into our room. Mom looks panicked.

"What's up, Ar?" ask mommy. I kept quiet and didn't answer.

I saw Arka's face getting pale. His hands were shaking in cold sweat. I shifted my position a little to the middle. Gave a place for the Arkas to lie down. Mom helped lay Arka's mas next to me.

"Where's your medicine, Ka?" ask mommy to Arka. Mas Arka pointed at his briefcase. Then I looked for the drugs.

I'm still silent. Looks like mom memorized correctly with panyakit mas Arka. Because the mother spontaneously asked about her drugs.

Mom calls bi Sumi to get some more water. And clean the broken glass on the floor.

After the mother helped the Arka mas take the medicine, the mother told the Arka mas to sleep. Like a child, Arka mas also according to the orders of the mother.

After mum and bi Sumi came out of our room, I tilted my sleeping position. I hugged my husband tightly. Mas Arka is still in position, supine.

"Don't hurt my husband" I whispered slowly in his ear. Mas Arka just nodded weakly, then clasped my hand that was holding her. I saw a tear in the corner of his eye.