MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 41 THERE'S A STRANGE VIBE

I was very helped by the presence of Bima. Even though I have to spend money to pay for it. But it's okay, the important thing is Arka to take care. And not only that, Bima also every day gave therapy to the Arka mas.

This morning Arka's mas will be in his foot therapy. As before, bi Yati prepared a large bucket filled with hot water and coarse salt.

Later Bima will regulate the heat level, by adding cold water. Bima looks very professional.

"I'm used to dealing with stroke patients, ma'am. I used to work in an alternative medicine. There I was trained to treat stroke patients. Starting from a mild stroke to a severe stroke, like this father" said Bima explained.

"Why don't you continue working there?" my many.

"There's been a problem with the patient's family, ma'am" he replied honestly. I was surprised to hear his honesty. Butwhy?

"At that time, I was treating a severe stroke patient. I was assigned to the boss to deal with him privately. Several times handling, patients have not improved, yes like the father now. Then the family got angry. Even cursing at me. Even slandering me doing mal practice. And they'll sue me and my boss. Well than I got a problem, I finally chose to resign" said Bima with a sad tone.

"Stroke sufferers like this father, not fast healing process, ma'am. It takes a long time for therapy. Sometimes it can even be years" he said again.

"Wow, bother too if for years? Hopefully Arka's mas will be healed soon. It's a pity that he's tormented like this?" my spoken.

I also don't want Arka's car to be in a wheelchair for years. Who will take our lives?

While the cost for healing arka mas is not cheap. I've used the savings that the plan is to make my son born later.

I don't know where the money is coming from, either. So far, I've been trying to save money. I'm not going to spend money on unimportant things.

Yola sent me money yesterday. He said make a grip, maybe it will be useful. He knows my condition now. Ah, if Yola were still here.

Lucky now at home there is bi Yati and Bima. So I'm not lonely, and I don't mourn too much fate. My mother also came here often.

Tomorrow's the schedule for physiotherapy in the hospital. Actually, therapy from Bima is also quite good. I'm the only one who wants Arka's mom to get medical care, too.

If in the hospital there are tools, complete for physiotherapy. That's what Bima did all the manuals. Yeah, I consider it an alternative medicine.

Rather than me having to bring Arka mas to an alternative medicine place, it would definitely be very troublesome.

Good thing Bima can drive a car, so we can use the Arka mas car to get to the hospital.

Mother who was about to come, called me. He said he caught a cold, his body a little bad. So cancel coming. Finally I set off to deliver the Arka mas only with Bima.

My age is not far from me. A little younger. It doesn't look very handsome. But it's quite interesting. Supel's people. Easy to get along with others. Including me who sometimes has trouble getting along.

I find it hard to be close to others. But for some reason, I can immediately familiar with Bima.

Because of the age of Bima that is below me, so I consider her like my own sister. Let me not worry if I have to be close to him.

I rarely get close to men. Especially since marriage, almost never.

In the car, I sat in the middle seat. Accompanying the Arka. Pity it if Arka's alone. Usually the mother who sits next to the Arka mas.

Even though I was wondering why. Something is wrong with my appearance. I secretly researched my appearance.

Arriving at the hospital, Bima quickly pulled Arka mas out of the car. Help some hospital staff.

After Bima finished registering, we sat waiting in front of the physiotherapy room. Bima was sitting right next to me, with no distance.

His arm is stuck to my arm. I was a bit worried, then I pretended to fix Arka's hand that fell from her lap. Just to change position.

Then I stood up, pretending I wanted to buy a drink.

"Where are you going, Mom?" ask Bima. I said I would buy a drink. Bima stood up.

"Let me buy it. I'll wait here. Let's not get tired." I nodded, then gave the money to Bima, but she refused it.

Before long, Bima gave me a bottle of cold mineral water. He said I don't drink fizzy, because it's not good for my womb.

I obey. Then drink. The bottle was opened by Bima. I don't feel good being treated like that.

The name of the Arka mas is called. Bima pushed Arka's wheelchair into the physiotherapy room. He came out soon.

Bima took me for a walk for a while, let me not wait for him, he said. I have to wait an hour more.

We're looking for a canteen. Since I was pregnant, I have been hungry more often. Many eyes were staring at us. Maybe they thought, we were a couple. Some even ask.

"His wife is pregnant, is she?" ask a canteen officer. And with his pede Bima assented. I let out a breath. There are-there are people.

Bima was so attentive to me. He brought me food. Offering me this-that. And all he paid for. He was my husband's nurse, and I paid him.

But, yes, I don't want to argue about that. Later if I pay him, I add to change the money.

We were in the cafeteria for almost an hour. If I don't remind you, Bima seems to have forgotten the time. Because he just kept talking. I just respond as necessary.

Honestly, I as an adult woman, who had not received a touch from her husband, became somewhat excited with Bima's attitude.

Especially if Bima sticks. It feels like goosebumps of my rom.

We walked back to the therapy room. Arriving there, Arka's mas is already outside, waiting for an officer.

Bima directly pushed the Arka's car wheelchair. I aligned my steps with Bima.

As I walked, my legs suddenly slipped. I almost fell. Bima quickly caught me. And take off Arka's car wheelchair. I was automatically in his arms.

For a moment our eyes met. He looked at me sharply. And within. There was a strange vibration in my chest.

I immediately corrected my position. I felt my face heat up. My heart is beating so fast.