MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 43 DOESN'T WANT TO BE ANYMORE

I'm getting closer to Arka's mas. I removed the tears.

"I'm sorry...Mas" I whispered quietly in his ear with a sob. I feel very sinful. I feel so stupid.

Bima walked out. He closed the door to my room, and passed. I let out my breath.

I close my eyes, why is this all I'm doing? So stupid of me. That's how humiliating I am. I sat on the edge of my bed. I was crying as much as I could. Crying until I'm tired. I lay down my body and fall asleep.

In the afternoon, I woke up my mother-in-law. I don't know when Mom came. You know he's in my room. I opened my eyes. Get out of my sleep.

"When did your mother come?" my many. Then I grabbed my mother's hand and kissed her.

"Just have to" answered my mother. Then I noticed the Arka.

"What's Arka's condition, Ar?" ask mother.

I explained the condition of Arka's mas. Showing the results of physiotherapy at the hospital. Although I know that mother also did not understand, with the contents of the paper from the hospital earlier. At least I gave a full report.

But without telling me about the incident. When the Arka was crying. When me and Bima...

Ah, nevermind. I also want to forget about this incident. Although it still burdened me.

Mom and I went out of the room. It's afternoon, time for the Arka mas to be cleaned. Without my orders, seeing me and mom out of the room, Bima went straight into my room.

He will definitely do his job. My mom and I sat in the middle room. We talked about my mother's health.

Mom said, lately his health is not good. I understand, maybe mom's too tired.

Fatigued at the thought of his only son just lying weakly helpless. My father has just left forever.

Before long, Bima pushed the wheelchair. The arka looks fresher. Although he still can't move.

Mom asked Bima to bring the wheelchair closer. Mom clasps Arka's hand. While asking him to tell a story.

Bima went into his room. I glanced at him briefly. Our eyes met for a moment. Then we throw each other out of sight.

I just kept asking Arka to tell her stories. Even though I know, Arka's mas can never respond. But it is a message from the doctor, keep the patient telling stories. To stimulate the nerves in his brain.

I was overwhelmed to see that sight. My husband can't respond to anything.

After maghrib, my mother came home. Bima I told you to deliver mom, use Arka's car.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Bima just returned. She said I asked to be delivered to the supermarket first.

I'm nodding. After Bima handed over the car keys, I told her to take Arka's mas to my room, and move it to the bed.

I'm still sitting in the middle room. Enjoy the television show. Even though my mind is not concerned. And I'm just changing the chanel.

Until the night, I was still sitting in the living room. Bi Yati I told him to massage my feet. Lately, my feet have been feeling sore. Maybe because I'm gaining weight.

I shared the story with bi Yati. About my life. About a fate that doesn't seem to be on my side. Just enjoying a comfortable life with the husband, suddenly in a terrible ordeal.

Bi Yati told me to be patient. Everything has its way. Destiny is forever beautiful. Destiny is not always bitter.

Bi Yati also told me a lot about her family. She's a widow. Her husband died of severe illness.

Her husband's illness was never treated. Because the price of medicine is expensive. He did not have a health card.

Bi Yati who had to bash the bones to make a living. To support them. Sometimes a neighbor or relative helps.

But the necessities of their lives cannot rely on people's gifts. Bi Yati works anything. The important thing is that his family can eat.

After nearly three years of illness, God finally called her. Her husband is gone forever.

Bi Yati's life goes on. Along with their life needs. Until one day, there is a brother who wants to adopt his son. Although heavy heart, with various considerations, finally bi Yati let go.

One by one his children were brought by his brothers. Until now, bi Yati only lives alone.

Since the house only contracted, bi Yati chose to work as ART. That's what he wants to stay over. So he doesn't have to stay anymore.

"If you miss kids, how about bi?" my many.

You can video call. So replied bi Yati. Or if there is an opportunity, bi Yati will visit them one by one. Because the brothers who adopted their children, allowed bi Yati to visit at any time.

I thought, there are still many out there whose lives are harder than mine.

Long ago, my family lived a long time. But I have parents who love me very much.

Now that my husband is sick, I don't have to bother like bi Yati. Our economy is much better than hers.

We talked until late at night. Since I saw that bi Yati was already sleepy, I told her to take a break.

I came back with my mind drifting somewhere. Thinking my husband. Think about how I'll give birth. And think about what happened this afternoon. With Bima.

I let out my breath. I feel guilty for my husband. But I also can't resist my desires. My eyes feel very sleepy. I feel like I'm not walking anymore. I also slept on the sofa.

The morning sunlight penetrated my room. The light hit my face. I blinked my eyes.

I was silent for a moment. Remembering something. Didn't I fall asleep in the living room last night? Why am I in my room? Who moved me?

I ask myself.

I saw next to me, Arka's mas lying weak. But his eyes are open. It means he's awake.

Suddenly the door of my room was knocked several times and opened. Bima went into my room. He smiled at me.

"Sorry I moved you last night. Because it must be very uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa" said Bima.

Me? Ye? Since when did Bima call 'me' and 'you'?

"Yes. It's okay" I replied briefly. Though in my heart thinking, she moved me means she carried me?

Why don't I feel it? So what did he do last night? My brain, which just woke up, feels dead-end.

I walked to the bathroom. While Bima started his activities. The Arka Mas.

Although there was something going on between me and Bima, but she was always professional in taking care of the Arka mas.

I intend to be in the bathroom soon. Because it will definitely be used to bathe Arka mas.

I opened the bathroom door, Bima was already standing in front of me. Our eyes are glared. Ah, naw. I don't want to repeat it.

I stepped past Bima. And walk out of my room.