MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 57 WHOSE RING

After they came home, I went into my room. I saw that Arka's mas is already face down. Apparently he continued to move his body, until he fell face down and could not come back again. Just a baby of a few months old.

I turned his body. It is sad that he will have trouble breathing. I told you that today, I sold the closet in the living room.

I also showed you the money from the sale. Mas Arka just stared blankly ahead.

After I saved the money well, because I don't want any more help, I went out of the room to pull out the contents of the closet.

Arriving at the door, I heard something sliding. Apparently the glass that was made to drink Arka's mas, I forgot to get rid of it.

Arka seemed to be moving her body again. Maybe his hand, to shift the glass that is nearby.

I immediately took the glass. Afraid of breaking and injuring Arka.

"You're moving again, Mum?" my many. I watched the silent Arka mas return.

"OKAY. Keep moving, Mom. I'll clean the closet. Later in the afternoon who bought will transport it" I said, then out of my room.

After putting the glass on the dining table, I looked for a big box to move the contents of the closet.

I opened the glass cabinet doors one by one. And one by one I also moved the contents into the box that I brought from the kitchen.

I picked up some neatly arranged books. Looks like I have to find somewhere else to organize these books again. Let one day if the Arka mas is healthy, easy to find it if you need it.

At the end of the book, I saw a jewelry box. Iopenit. And I was quite surprised to see the contents of the box. A beautiful ring.

This must be a ring for a girl. It must belong to Arka. But for whom?

Because it is in the corner of the upper room of the closet, and covered with a row of books, then the person who opened it will not see. Except take the book in front of the box.

I was also interested in the book that covered it. A novel. Hm. I opened it page by page.

In the very back of the book, I saw a signature. It's not Arka's signature. Maybe it's the owner's signature.

Not wanting to think any further, as there was still a lot I had to get rid of, I placed the novel book and the jewelry box on the guest table. Let me see him again.

It was quite tiring to also move the entire contents of the closet. Which contains more personal items.

I almost never open the closet. Because the Ark itself rarely open it.

I shifted the box containing books and other items from the closet, to the side of the closet. If I take it somewhere else, I'm not strong. Too much stuff and heavy.

I sat on the living room couch. I opened the jewelry box again. The ring is so pretty. I tried to wear it. It fits in my finger.

I liked it and refused to let go of my ring finger. I don't have any more jewelry. It's not wrong to wear it.

Although I don't know who it is for, at least this stuff is in my husband's closet. So I assume it belongs to my husband.

Then I opened the novel. I started reading the early chapters. How intriguing. Then I just kept reading it.Until it didn't feel like I was asleep on the living room couch.

At one o'clock in the afternoon I woke up. My stomach is starting to fill up again. I walked into the kitchen, opened the contents of the crackle bag that this morning was given by the vegetable maker.

It's a pity that I didn't pay. He is also tired of his money. Around from one complex to another complex peddling its merchandise.

After cooking, I eat first. My stomach is no longer strong.

I'll just cook it. That's my irony, so I can cook tomorrow again.

It reminds me of my parents' lives. They also always save on food.

My fate is the same with both my parents. Not sad or sorry. I was just thinking, why does destiny seem to repeat itself?

After eating, I prepared food for the Arka. Then take her to my room.

The door to the room was a little difficult to open. Like something's stuck. I put down the tray I was carrying, and then I tried to push the door slowly.

When it opened, I was very surprised. Because it turns out that the door was blocked by Arka's feet. Apparently he's moving a long way. His feet almost hit the door.

Fortunately, I did not push the door too hard. It could hurt his leg Arka if I pushed the door hard.

I entered the room, and placed a tray containing food and drinks on the floor.

Slowly I pull Arka's body back to its original position. It's also heavy. Although the Arka looks thinner.

I started to eat the food I brought. Slowly as usual.

When I put my right hand near Arka's, he kind of nudged my finger. And fitting on the finger that had the ring he pressed it rather strongly.

Spontaneously I looked at his hand. But the hand was like it was back weakened. I'm back to feeding Arka's mas.

Why was Arka's hand like pressing my finger with the ring? Does he know I'm wearing the ring? Or just my feelings?

On a whim, I tried to lure him in by showing him the ring. I want to know his reaction.

"Mas, I found this ring in the front closet. Close to a novel called Adinda's Regret" I said while showing a ring on my finger.

The face of Arka's mas turned cloudy. I kept watching his face. His eyes that had just been slightly sparkling slowly were a little foggy.

What's with this ring? Why does Arka look so moody? Are there any unworn memories of those things?

If so, why not throw it away? Just keep it in the closet.

Questions came up on my ship. Ah, nevermind. After all, I asked also Arka mas will not be able to answer.

Enough of his facial expression alone I can deduce a bit. That there are bad memories with this ring.

Yesin, I will continue to wear this ring. Because I don't care about past memories. Why bother with the past?

Everyone has a past. Including Arka and me.

Everyone deserves their past. To be remembered or forgotten.