DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU

DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU
part 65's


Oma came to the hospital with opa who was now sitting in a wheelchair. Lately opa health is somewhat decreased, probably due to age factor as well but does not reduce the good looks of opa that is good looking. Maybe if I was the age of oma, I would also have a crush on opa. Opa's face is like papa's. They're one derivative, and handsome. And Devan, that doesn't mean he's not handsome, the combination of papa's handsome face and mama's pretty face makes him perfect.



Ah husband. He's handsome, isn't he? Not like I'm just mediocre.



Even like this is me who is sometimes lazy to dress up, with slightly messy hair, hehe.


I'm not like my beautiful sister Melati, even more beautiful now with her short hair.



Brother Mel, I miss. How's brother doing now? Since we met at the mall, that was the last time we met. Not an impressive meeting. But I can't forget Mel's sister with her affection for me. And me, evil! I took his fiancee. Even though Devan doesn't love Mel, it still does. I am the third person in their relationship!


"Anye. How are you, baby?!" asked Oma while stroking my cheek and then turned to my stomach.


"Good oma. How about oma and Opa?" askaku.


"We're good. Thank you for saving your in-laws." said Oma. I just nodded. Opa smilingly ordered the nurse to get closer to my bed. Without saying much opa, clasping my hand caressed her.


"Thank you!" say Opa briefly.


Oma and opa, the two people who have always loved me. I also have a grandmother and grandfather. Grandma my grandfather umm.I mean Grandpa Mel, rarely come to the house. Even when I found out that I wasn't mom and dad's son, I knew at the same time that they were always differentiating between me and Melati's sister.


We talked in a relaxed manner. Today Devan is not going to his office, he said as long as I have not returned home from the hospital, Seno's office affairs will be held. It's good to be rich, just point it out!


Oma and opa didn't visit me for long, because opa had to take a quick break. I am so grateful that oma and opa came to visit.


Mama doesn't come, papa is busy out of town, sometimes I wonder why rich people get out of town more often than at home. Is that how busy they are?


Stare at the door again - and again, hoping someone comes along.


"Why?" devan asked, he began to pick up the plate that had just been between the nurses.


"Mama's not coming?" I asked Devan.


Devan fell silent he started bribing me. Maybe for him now it's more interesting to see me open my mouth than to answer my question.


"Dev!" call me.


"Mom I forbid to come here!" devan surprised me. Is that how angry he is with my mom?


"Why?" ask Devan ketus.


"No. It's just that mama has regretted her actions, I don't want you to be angry with mama." I said, then stopped when Devan bribed me again. Hospital food is bad! I want Padang rice!


It's enough, I don't want to talk anymore, the look on his face is not good to see!


"Devs."


"Be quiet, just eat!" madder Devan doesn't like it.


Before long the doctors and nurses came, the atmosphere became a little tense.


"Quick my wife is in pain!" shouted Devan, he even made the atmosphere become gripping. Face worries. The doctor immediately checked my condition.


"How can you say I'm fine, my wife is in pain!" devan snapped at the doctor, I still couldn't say anything about seeing my husband.


"Be aware if anything happens to my wife and child. I'll fire you all!" he shouted again, making the doctor who was examining his fear and tremble his hand.


"Sorry sir, you'd better wait in..outside!" the nurse ventured, I saw the doctor couldn't concentrate because Devan kept yelling at him.


"What's? So you dare to throw me out?" growling dislike, his teeth fused together with the neck veins that were clearly visible.


"Sorry, sir. It's not. We're just.." The nurse was just as afraid she wouldn't look at Devan.


"Devs." Call me.


"QUICK I SAID HE'S IN PAIN!!" scream Devan again. Geez, he misinterpreted my call.


"Yes sir." The doctor's hand re-opened my shirt.


"Doctor I'm fine" I told the doctor, holding his hand. Devan just glared at me.


"Dev, I'm not sick like that. I'm sick because your son is moving so fast!" I said a little loudly making a commotion that there was a moment of silence. Devan was silent in his place. The doctor and nurse breathed a sigh of relief.


"It doesn't hurt because..."


"No!" quickly answer. "Don't lebay. You just run before I finish talking!" my words made Devan speechless, and the nurse behind Devan covered her mouth, her shoulders quivering, she was laughing, either laughing at Devan or laughing at what.


"Sorry doctor. I'm sorry my husband made a fuss." my great-granddaughter, the doctor just stroked his chest with a smile, as if from that smile he said congratulations, not to be fired! maybe that's what he thinks. And the nurse behind him, glanced at Devan then laughed without making a sound maybe like this he thought, Young master! Though the wife wants to be loved, but even make a mess of everyone! maybe it's like that. But I don't know, I'm not a psychic!


The doctor and nurse returned to their place. I giggled amusedly while feeling the warmth of Devan's hand on my stomach, while Devan pouted, whether he was upset or embarrassed by the incident?


"What?" ask Devan ketus.


"No. You're funny." I woke up and realized when his face was getting upset.


"You said it was funny when I was going to hang it?" he didn't like.


"Next listen until I'm done talking!" myrt. Devan blew the air from his mouth upwards making the hair covering his forehead move. He's still upset.


"I'm just afraid you and our son are doing nothing!" devan. His hands did not stop stroking my stomach.


"Dev, I want to be hugged!" wanting to be spoiled a little is okay, right?" Devan got up from the chair and sat on the bed, leaning on a pillow that had been piled high. I leaned myself against his chest that field.


"You don't make me afraid, baby. I'm so scared that you're doing anything." he said kissing my head. I'm just chuckling.


"You're told it's even whiny!" annoyed but continued to kiss my head in anxiety.


"You're funny!" say again.


We talked about a few things, and then I heard nothing more.