
Morning greet, after the congregational dawn prayer, now Aslan helps the wife to release her face.
Kiran, pray in that wheelchair.
The two continued to smile, even without any conversation. The room, which usually feels cold, is now so warm.
Even as many as the two chuckled, the moment their sight met. Just like a teenager in love.
"How do you know I'm here?" kiran asked when she saw the husband had placed the prayer tool on a small table in the corner of the room.
He smiled, pushed his wheelchair closer to the side of the bed and sat there.
"Mas the Great," answered Aslan briefly, and his hand moved to tuck some of the wife's hair behind the ear.
Hearing the name, Kiran frowned.
"Relations?" kiran asked once more and Aslan nodded.
"Why did he tell Mas?"
Aslan flicked his shoulders, a sign of not knowing. But seeing her husband's smile, Kiran became suspicious.
His eyes narrowed, staring intently at the husband.
"Why?" kiran asked urgently and Aslan chuckled.
"I don't know, suddenly Grandma told me about your whereabouts_"
"Why are you looking for me?" kiran asked quickly, asking before the husband even finished his words.
One question that always haunts him every night, has the husband ever sought his whereabouts, after the departure of Kiran at that time.
Because all this time, to be honest, he was always waiting.
Not immediately answering, Aslan then stared fixedly at the wife's eyes.
"Since the first day you left until yesterday, I. kept looking for you," Aslan replied and that was how it was.
Although small, Kiran smiled when she heard the husband's answer.
Then pulled the collar of Aslan's shirt and sipped his lips at a glance.
Treated like that, Aslan was so happy.There was no bored-boss he carved a smile, full of gratitude.
"Wait," said Aslan and got up. Approached the dresser of the wife and took her purse lying there.
"Open up" Aslan said, and in confusion Kiran received the purse, and opened it slowly.
Clearly, 1 black and white photo that stole his attention.
"Photo USG our son?" kiran asked without turning her gaze to the photo.
"Every day, I talk to him about you."
Touched, Kiran then raised her face, returning the husband's gaze with a happy smile.
"What about Umi Ran? can you forgive umi?" ask Aslan carefully. Fear, if the wife can not forgive the mother for what happened in the past.
Hearing the question, Kiran dived into her own heart and looked for answers.
Umi and Maya, inwardly called out two names. However, it turns out that he felt nothing, either hate or disappointment, now he is fine. His sadness in the past had completely disappeared since the arrival of Aslan.
"Umi was not wrong Mas, at that time I was too sad to explain everything, to make umi misunderstood," said Kiran.
"Everything has passed, and now we are back together. I have clarified what has happened" Kiran said again when she saw the husband who was just silent.
For Kiran, harboring hatred would only harm herself. Instead of adding to the reward, even piling up sins, also made his heart so tired.
That's why, Kiran decided to let go of all the sadness. Ihklas is his preferred path to happiness.
"I'm very lucky to have you Ran" said Aslan lirih, a mature woman with an open mind. Not only is she beautiful, but Kiran also has a soft heart.
"Indeed," Kiran replied proudly, complete with a smile that revealed her teeth.
Seeing the behavior of his wife, Aslan was like finding his Birth again. Kiran the haughty and arrogant girl of a complex and a school. No one can match Kiran.
"Tomorrow we'll go home, okay?" take Aslan and Kiran to an enthusiastic nod.
Before going out and preparing breakfast, that morning Aslan also helped the wife to clean the body.
Kiran this time the bath was helped by Aslan, usually always Tika who helped her in the bathroom.
With her innocent body, Kiran stood by the sink and held on there. While Aslan continued to gently rub all parts of the wife's body.
"Mas, amused," Kiran said while chuckling.
But instead of stopping, Aslan also chuckled. Keep cleaning the core of the wife's body.
"When is the cast removed?" aslan asked, he stood right in front of Kiran with a hand that kept moving.
"When?" ask Kiran while remembering.
"A month is possible" he explained between forgetting and remembering.
"Why is that?" ask Kiran next.
"Pas," Aslan replied with a grin and a vow for nothing, Kiran had no idea what that meant.
"Pas with the age of my son who can be looked up to," Aslan timpal then chuckled.
While Kiran directly hit the husband's chest with cheeks that had turned red.