MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 9 IS NOT YET

We slept again until noon. Because we were tired after we fought.

I opened my eyes. I didn't see Arka's mas. I don't know where he is. I quickly got out of my sleep, and rushed to the bathroom. Had to shampoo again.

Don't forget I'm looking for a towel that was removed this morning by the Arka mas. Apparently the towel was removed. He placed it on the small chair in the room.

And I saw the bag containing my clothes was on the side of the bed. I immediately picked up a change of clothes and a towel, then went into the bathroom.

After the shower, I still don't see Arka's mas. I slowly walked outside the room. Because I'm not used to this house yet, I still feel awkward.

After being outside the room, I spread my gaze, in several directions. It turns out that the Arka mas is in the middle room. He was watching television.

I approached him and sat down next to him. Mas Arka grabbed my shoulder.

"Don't you wake me up anyway?" my many.

"You sleep well, baby. I can't bear to wake him up" replied Mas Arka. I'm flattered by his unfortunately call. And he no longer mentioned 'me' to himself. But 'gold' is like my calling to him.

"We ate yuk. I've ordered food for us" asked Arka. I'm nodding. Then we headed to the dining table.

Not much food is ordered, because later in the afternoon we have promised to go to the parents' house Arka.

I arranged the food on the plate, and took it to the dinner table. Because we were hungry and the time had gone to lunch, we ate it without rest.

After we realized that we were eating so much, we both laughed.

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In the afternoon according to our promise, we also glided to the house of the old man. The mother, who was waiting for us, greeted us on the front porch.

"In a moment a guest from your father's former coworker will come. Come in, then get ready. Aryani help mom prepare her food huh?" said his mother, Arka, who is now my mother.

I nodded, then walked after him. While Mas Arka joined the father in the living room.

I'm happy to be involved in mom's work. So I'm not just sitting around.

Soon, my guests came. I was invited by my mother, to welcome them, all of you introduced. After the introductory event was over, my mother took me back again. We immediately prepared the dishes at the dinner table.

Dining table at home, pretty big. You can accommodate five guests of the father and us, to eat together.

After everything was ready, the mother invited them to eat together.

Before Maghrib, the guests had already said goodbye. We are also preparing to perform maghrib prayer.

By nightfall, Arka and I went back to our house. Because tomorrow morning, Arka mas already have to go to work again.

If I had resigned. Mas Arka won't let me work anymore.

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This morning, my first time as a wife, preparing for my husband's needs to go to work. There was a sense of pride, because I was finally able to become the wife of a company manager.

I also try to do my job as best I can. Take my husband to the front porch. Kissing the back of his hand, as a sign of my life.

I took a broom and started cleaning the floor. Sweeping it, even though there is almost no dust or dirt.

After I finished sweeping, I mopped it. I keep doing housework. Since I consider it my own home, I also have to do it myself.

Finished with my work, I sat down casually in the living room. I'll cook later that afternoon, before my husband gets home from work.

Last night my mother brought us ingredients for cooking. Mother said, it's the rest of yesterday's celebration.

While sitting back, I opened up the photo album under the table. I noticed one by one. Old photos of my husband.

There are also photos of her childhood. It's funny that his face. But it looks pretty.

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In the afternoon I went to the kitchen. Preparing food for my beloved husband. I, who was used to homework, did not mind all this busyness.

I'm enjoying. Moreover, the tools in this house are modern, unlike in my house which is still partly conventional.

It didn't take long for me to cook. Because we are just the two of us, there is no need to cook a lot. It's a shame that not abis.

After cooking, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then sholat ashar.

I saw the clock on the wall, still four, which means it's still an hour away waiting for my husband to come home from work. I decided to wait on the front porch. I had a few books there. Maybe there will be something I can read.

I rushed to the front porch. I started looking at the book. Suddenly, there was a book that caught my attention. Books about heart health.

I started to open it. Suddenly a piece of paper fell out of the book. I took it and read it. Copy of doctor's prescription.

I don't understand the writing. But I can read the doctor's name on the top of the paper. Cardiologist. And the name of the patient. Putranto Arch.

Deghs.

What's wrong with my husband? Does he have a history of heart disease? Why did he never tell me? Not even my mom or dad said anything to me. Or do they not know?

I looked at the paper again. I want to know the date of manufacture.

Deghs.

A month ago. Didn't we start busy with our wedding preparations a month ago?

At that time, I saw that Arka's mas was fine. I never heard him complain of pain. I've never even seen him carry or take drugs.

Though I saw in the paper recipe, there are five kinds of drugs that must be consumed every day.

Curious, but still there was time, I rushed into the room. I unloaded the drawers and the closet. I'm gonna go find evidence again. Maybe I can get something that further strengthens my estimate. There's none. I didn't find anything.

I ran to the room that was used as a work room. I'm dismantling everything. Nothing I found. In the desk drawer, there are only work files. In the closet there are only books. Where did he hide his drugs?

What if you kept your disease? Why hasn't he told me all this time? Or should I ask him directly? It doesn't seem like the time yet.