MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 60 HEALTH INSURANCE CARD

Yola's staying at my house tonight. I'm so happy because I have friends to talk to all night. Apalgi with Yola. A friend I miss so much.

We talked all night. Yola told a lot of her excitement during her stay abroad.

He said that while there often visited other countries. Because her husband's work requires her to go abroad often.

"How are you doing Deni?" I asked, on the sidelines of Yola's story.

Suddenly Yola's face was gloomy. He put his face down, like trying to hide his feelings.

I who knew Yola well enough, despite our friendship not long ago, felt the change. I feel bad myself.

"Sorry, Yol. Sorry if my question made you uncomfortable" I said, patting Yola's hand.

"No, Ar. I'm doing fine. I'm sorry for you, I can't answer your question" Yola said.

I don't understand what Yola meant. Why can't he answer it yet. My question is not difficult. I'm just asking you about Deni, Yola's husband.

Yola doesn't usually hide things from me. Yola is an open person. Especially to me, he was always outspoken.

I just nodded. Want to force him to tell a bad story too. I was afraid that Yola would become sad and depressed by my question.

"Yol, you keep my mother-in-law's phone number?" ask me to divert the conversation. Yola shook her head.

"I never kept your in-laws' phone number, Ar. But if bi Yati's phone number, I keep it. Because I would often call him to ask about the house" Yola replied.

From the answer and look on his face, it seemed like he had forgotten about my question earlier.

Yes, Yola is a person who is always cheerful. He is not a person who is always late in his problems.

He can always handle his problems quickly. It's not like I'm an easy baper if there's more trouble.

Then Yola handed her hape to me. I tried calling bi Yati's number. Many times I dialed his number but was inactive.

"The number is off" I said, handing back Yola's hape.

"I haven't contacted him in a long time either. Look at the last time I chatted. I was just asking about the state of my house and also your situation" Yola said as she showed her whatsapp conversation with bi Yati.

I read it at a glance. That's when bi Yati was still in my house. Bi Yati did not tell Yola about her while following my mother-in-law.

"Oh yeah, we'll wait until tomorrow morning. If you can't also call, tomorrow we go to your in-laws' house" said Yola.

I'm nodding. I can also meet my mother-in-law, and see how she is. I haven't heard from him in a long time either.

Yola and I spent the night telling other stories. Until the night was getting late, we just stopped because we started to get sleepy.

Yola chose to sleep in the room that once occupied Bima. I changed the sheets and Yola cleaned the floors.

After Yola went into her room, I went into my room. I saw Arka's mas sleeping on the bed.

It was peaceful sleep. Some days sleep on the floor that is only covered with blankets, making it comfortable again to sleep on a soft mattress.

I lay my body next to him. I tilt my body. I looked at Arka's face. I caressed her face which was increasingly visible to her jaw.

My husband looks so skinny. Her cheeks are no longer filled. Many people have started to grow.

Bima used to clean it. Yes, Bima is indeed very painstaking and patient to take care of the Arka mas.

That's why I never thought that Bima would commit the robbery.

I let out my breath. Then I tried to close my eyes. Until finally I fell asleep because I was too tired to talk with Yola.

The next day I woke up from my sleep. I felt something tearing down my stomach. I immediately opened my eyes.

It turned out that Arka's hand was on top of my stomach. He was hugging me. Hugging my stomach with his body position slightly sideways.

I tilt my body. I looked at his face. Is it true that Arka can move his hands and tilt his body?

I just kept staring at his face. Suddenly his eyes opened slowly. I looked into those eyes.

The eyes of Arka were just looking ahead. It still looks empty. But I feel like he's looking at me.

"Mas.." call me shrewd. There was no reaction.

"Can you see me, Mum?" my many. Still no reaction.

I just kept calling her name. Trying to stimulate his hearing.

And I felt the hand of the Arka mas that was on top of my stomach, moving slowly. The hand was like it was stroking my stomach.

I don't want to bother him by touching his hand. I just let his fingers move.

Very slow. But I can feel it because the nightgowns I wear are thin.

I felt no clear circles flowing from my cheeks.I was happy and very moved. My husband started moving his body.

"Keep the movement of your fingers, Mas. Me and your son miss your caresses" I said softly in his ear.

Mas Arka was still moving his fingers. Until we finally fell asleep again.

In the morning at six, I woke up. I saw that Arka's mas was still asleep. His hand was no longer on my stomach. He's in a supine position.

I am grateful, because Arka mas has begun to develop. Although still very little.

I get out of bed. I would clean my face in the bathroom and prepare a simple breakfast with potluck ingredients for us and Yola.

I put my foot in the kitchen. I saw Yola cooking there. I also saw a lot of cooking ingredients on the kitchen table.

"For the big madam" Yola greeted with a teasing smile.

"What are you cooking, Yol? And where did you get these groceries?" my many.

Then Yola told me that she had been awake since dawn. And after performing the morning prayer, he went out for a while to shop.

I often neglect my duty to my Lord. I was so late in my troubles that I forgot the One Who Gives Life. I'm ashamed of myself.

"Arka's up, Ar?" ask Yola while continuing her cooking activities.

I'm shaking. And I'm telling you about last night, when Arka's mas suddenly hugged my stomach.

"We enjoyed it until the morning. That's why we woke up bad luck" I said defensively. Shame on Yola who woke up first.

"Thank God then. It means there is good mining. When is the control schedule going to the hospital?" ask Yola.

I'm ready to answer. I haven't taken Arka mas to the doctor in a long time. Even the drugs ran out I never bought them again.

Yola looked at me sharply.

"Why?" ask Yola.

"I don't have any more money to go to the Hospital, Yol" I replied, bowing my face.

"Ar, can't you apply for BPJS for your husband's treatment?" yola.

Deghs.

Yes also. Why did I never think of making a BPJS card?

"Let's take care of it, Ar. We can take care of it online. Later will also be useful for you when giving birth" said Yola again.