After Marriage
CHAPTER 149 - When Sick Say Sick

Arriving at the library, Alana, Sisil and Nathan parted ways to choose the book they would read there. Later, they will meet again at the table they have agreed to.

Sisil took biology textbooks, while Alana was Indonesian.

Alana, difficulty in understanding fast reading techniques. That's why he wanted to understand his theory.

After finding the book she was looking for, Alana went straight out of the bookshelves, towards the reading table.

But how surprised Alana, when suddenly her hand was blocked and quickly someone pulled it more into the bookshelves.

Alana wanted to scream, but the altar quickly silenced her mouth with her hands.

Then beckoned to be silent with his sharp gaze.

Knowing he could not communicate with Alana through talking, the Altar wrote down a question in a paper.

Why silence me? Write the altar on that paper.

Alana read, then clenched her forehead. And violently snatched the paper.

Think yourself. Reply Alana, both write.

I'm not a psychic.

I'm not a psychic either.

Altar, exhale slowly.

All right, I'm sorry. Write the Altar again.

Sorry for what? Alana asked, writing with a fierce look at this man before her. He was sure, if the Altar certainly did not know what his mistake was. A mistake that made him stay quiet like this.

For everything, all my faults combined into one, and I apologize for that. Reply Altar. Reading it, instead of being happy, Alana even more grouchy.

In a hurry, the Altar returned to writing. I am always wrong in your eyes. Write the Altar, he even put on a face.

And stupidly, Alana felt pity every time she saw the face of the Altar like that.

Not wanting his fools to be discovered, Alana wanted to just leave from there, but quickly the Altar held back her wrist.

Holding violently, but when Alana turned her head towards him, the grip slowly turned soft.

“Stop silencing me,” whispered the Altar, asking solemnly. He would rather be reviled by Alana, than be silenced like this.

“Hem,” replied Alana briefly then pulled her hand roughly.

And right then, Alana immediately left the Altar alone there. Walking towards the table that was already occupied by Sisil and Nathan.

“How long was it?” nathan whispered, Why did Alana leave for so long, while he and Sisil had already come back here.

“not your business,” whispered Alana anyway, to make Nathan flinch. While Sisil who had come to hear was just stalling a smile.

Alana, it's always been like that, judes, ketus. If you say Mother Dinda, Alana is like a young aunt Kiran.

The whispers between Alana and Nathan were not separated from the sharp gaze of the Altar at the end there, complete with the eyes of his five friends.

“Seneng ih, there are new toys,” said Billar, happy now they will make Nathan as bulian material.

Since Alana came to class 2E and loudly called the altar dear. The whole school knows instantly that Alana and Altar are now officially in love. Their guesses all along turned out to be true. Alana and Altar are dating.

But as if closing himself off from the truth, Nathan still approached Alana in various ways, including using the library to get closer to the girl.

Altar who felt furious even agreed with the idea of his friends.

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At 10 in the morning, Kiran came to Widya's house this morning her best friend did not go out to buy vegetables at a traveling greengrocer. Usually, every morning they will meet in front of the house to buy vegetables.

Afraid that Widya is sick, Kiran comes here when all her homework is done.

Pressing the bell of the house repeatedly and the door was still faithfully locked, no sign of it going open.

With his slightly anxious feelings.

Kiran tries to call the friend's number, but unfortunately, the call is ignored.

“Yes Allah, may Wid be fine. May Agung also be fine,” muttered Kiran, with my feet flowing here and there, not calm.

Kiran's footsteps stopped, when she saw a car that began to enter the yard of the house.

It turns out that what came was a grand car. Hurriedly, Kiran approached the car, even before the owner got off.

Standing anxiously by the car door. Watching the Great descending with his sad face.

“Gung,” call Kiran weak.

“Wait for ya, I help Widya get down first.” The Great answered, then approached his wife who began to come down also from the door there.

Kiran followed and joined Widya also to immediately enter the house.

“Why not tell me,” Kiran said, holding back sobs.

For 2 years, Widya often fell unconscious. A congenital disease of the mother left in her body.

“Sorry Ran, I just don't want to trouble you,” Widya replied softly, she's even still trying to smile between her pain.

“If it hurts say it hurts, don't smile like that,” now it's Great who's voice open. This man who loved his wife so much could not really see the suffering of his wife. Suppose he could, he wanted the disease to move in his body and take over all the pain of his wife.

Unable to resist, Kiran's tears finally fell as well. Even so he still held back with all his might so that his cries did not break. If he cried hard, Agung would scold him.

Shortly after entering the house, they all arrived at the room Agung and Widya, Kiran also took us to get inside here.

“Jaga mbak Wid, I'll make food.” Said Kiran then, without waiting for her second answer she immediately rushed off towards the kitchen.

Leaving Agung and Widya in this room, the two of them, stared at each other with sad eyes.

The doctor said, Widya's disease can indeed be treated, but can not be cured completely.

Therefore, Widya asked for him to be treated at home, no need to do treatment in the hospital.

“Mas,” call Widya slim.

And without any words, Agung immediately embraced his wife. Hugged tightly and full of warmth.

“calm down, don't think too much, I will always be there for you dear,” said Agung, trying to calm down, no matter if his heart was rumbling great.

Slowly, Widya returned the embrace of her husband. A hug that always makes him feel comfortable.

Being a great wife is the most beautiful thing in her life.

“I love you Mas,” Widya said softly.

“I love you more dear,” reply Great anyway, by hugging tightly the wife.