Forgive Me My Wife
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“Jun, Om stay first.”

“Juna, you should just go home, too many waiting in the hospital are also not allowed,” remove Rima smooth. He did not want the calmness of his ailing grandson in there again disturbed by the feud.

“I-iya Aunt. Then I'm sorry.” With a heavy heart Juna said goodbye to go home and glanced at the door of Nara's treatment with a sharp look and an annoyed face before stepping away.

Rima half dragged Abdul to walk faster to the side park in the hospital.

“What the hell is Mom, impatient like this?” Abdul felt astonishment on the sidelines of his footsteps.

Rima did not push, even more speed up his steps so inevitably Abdul joined to balance the steps. Arriving at their destination they sat on a wooden chair lined up in the park.

“Check mobile Father,” pinta Rima.

“For what? What's on my phone?” the question is not clear.

“Quick check it out! Open message Whatsapp.”

Abdul touched the green application on his phone screen, there were indeed dozens of messages that had not been read because Abdul was busy with his work all day. Most of the messages that came in were from business partners, but there was one message from an unknown number.

“Open that message,” point Rima in a demanding tone.

“Daddy doesn't know the number?” Abdul frowned, he did not have a new Bima contact number so he did not know if it was a new Bima number.

“Open it!” The rhyme is completely exhausted of patience.

“Mother why the hell?” Abdul turned to look at his wife felt strange, Rima rarely insistent and only this time impressed so pushy.

“Mom will give dad space and time. Please open the message and listen carefully. After hearing that, I hope you can think clearly. Mom will go back inside,” she said without looking back.

*****

Thirty minutes later, Abdul just came back inside. His facial expression looked puzzled, after hearing the contents of the recording he was extremely upset. He wanted to refute, but after more thorough examination the recording was indeed original. His brain was working properly, but his heart was still rebuffing.

Stepping gontai Abdul socked himself next to Rima who was sitting on the outside chair of Nara's treatment room. Rima sat leaning with her eyes closed the effect of the drowsiness that approached her.

The rustling sound of Abdul's clothes rubbing against the chair drew his consciousness, Rima straightened her back and rubbed her face, awake as she felt the presence of the husband beside her.

“Dad already listened to the recording?” Rima corrected his sitting position, slightly tilted while looking at Abdul who was bowed lethargic.

Abdul massaged the base of his nose, took a heavy breath then exhaled slowly, stared back at his wife with eyes that were difficult to interpret, between being hit and still denying.

He woke up and opened the door of Nara's room just a little, Rima also stood near Abdul equally nailed his gaze inside.

The sight of Bima enveloping Viona then kissed the sleeping Nara.

“Let's see, the three of them are tied to each other, filling each other in need. Bima was wrong, but now he is really learning to be a better figure. Even Viona and Nara looked peaceful with her presence.”

Abdul still did not answer, closed the door again and looked at his wife closely. “Bu, Dad should how?” said lethargic.

*****

Nara's gentle breath regularly foreshadowed the boy's falling asleep, Bima gently caressed his baby who was slipping in his arms. His eyes were then distracted at Viona who also closed his eyes, his hands turned down a pale pretty face with traces of tears that were full of affection, Viona must be exhausted of body and soul.

Bima supported his head using one hand. Staring alternately at Nara as well as Viona. He slowly got out of bed, picked up a folded blanket near Viona's feet, enveloping the mother of the child. While Nara was left without a blanket according to the doctor's advice so that her fever did not get worse.

Rima went inside with a large bag in hand containing Nara's equipment, and Abdul chose to return to the park because he was still plagued by anxiety.

“Bim, this is Nara's change of clothes. Mom's outside, if you need anything, just call. Or if later you sleepy, let Mother take care of Nara.” Rima handed the big black bag to Bima.

"Mom better rest on that couch alone, don't wait outside, the seat is hard. Actually I want Mom to go home and rest at home worried that Mom also fell ill, but given my status with Viona I do not want to arise slander if we spend the night in one room even though there is Nara. For that I need Mom here.”

Rima patted Bima's shoulder and looked at her gently. “Thank you, for trying to get better. Viona and Nara love you, need you. May you soon be reunited in a legitimate bond. I'm always waiting for’, for your happiness."

*****

The clock on the wall already showed twelve o'clock at night. Viona and Nara are still asleep as well as Rima. Bima examined the infusion of Nara that turned out to be running out, since earlier he kept awake watching the condition of his son worried about worsening.

Bima called the nurse, after being replaced with intravenous fluids, Nara was disturbed from her sleep and restless again. Her fever started to drop a little, only then Nara vomited again even though the volume was a little.

Bima painstakingly cleans up the vomit and changes Nara's clothes, also brewing the milk when her son asks without waking Viona or Rima. Without realizing it all did not escape the observation of Abdul who again peeked from the door.

Abdul observed, still reluctant to enter. Seeing from a distance how Bima carried the rather fussy Nara while dragging the iunfus pole in the room. His ego began to erode bit by bit, just that the disappointment in his heart was still quite large.

He closed the door again, went to the musholla, took ablution and stayed there.