HATE TO LOVE
My husband

Anisa sighed deeply once, then brought everything she needed like a small towel, warm water and a P3K box with her to Bimo who still had not left her seat.

Not a word Anisa let out of her mouth, she just sat quietly on the messy floor because of the items that Bimo had rampaged through, slowly Anisa grabbed the injured Bimo's hand, she said, then check it carefully.

"What are you doing?" Bimo asked to forcefully pull his hand out of Anisa's hand.

"Come with me!" Take Anisa.

"I don't want to go anywhere!" reject Bimo.

"Don't be stubborn, let's hurry, there's still a lot of broken glass in your hands, I can't clean it," Anisa seemed to give up on cleaning and treating the wound on Bimo's hand, because he saw there were still a lot of broken glass stuck to the back of the man's hand, it seemed that Bimo really needed experts to treat him, not amateurs like him.

"Let it go, what cares about you!" ketus Bimo's.

"Of course I care, you are my husband, you are, you are" Anisa said loudly.

Deg, man,

Bimo's heart seemed to jolt violently, for the first time there was a woman who called him my husband, reminding him that at this time his status was a husband, whatever the way they married and whatever the reason why they married, that is clear in the eyes of state law and religious law they are legal as a married couple.

It is ironic indeed, Bimo now seems to be the worst man, where he as a husband who was angry and even rampaged and injured because of other women, while Anisa who treated him.

"Why dream, my mom? Come on!" take Anisa again.

Like a buffalo on his nose, Bimo obeyed all of Anisa's orders, even when Anisa asked him to be boncenged on his bike, Bimo did not protest at all, that afternoon Bimo became a man and husband who was very obedient to his wife.

Anisa continued to pay attention to the doctor and nurse who were taking care of her husband's wounds, sometimes she grimaced as Bimo's face looked slightly grimacing with the pain in her hands.

"It's done madam, the wound is not exposed to water first, and for the cure there are antibiotics and painkillers, please," said the female nurse at the clinic kindly.

Anisa did deliberately choose a clinic near the apartment, because the hospital is quite far away, fearing Bimo's hand even more severe or infection, he thought the layman with the medical problem.

"Well, thank you sus," Anisa said as she nodded in a respectful gesture.

"It looks like you have to learn to drive a car," grumbled Bimo when he was about to be held back by his wife, it feels like he became a loser because he had to be bullied by women.

"Why? I love riding a motorcycle, mas. because it is faster and can overtake here and there, when stuck," continued Anisa while starting her motorbike.

It was late afternoon when they returned to the apartment, before Anisa also stopped by the supermarket to buy some vegetables and snacks, Anisa planned to cook in the apartment, the workers would have gone home, the workers would have gone home, because it's afternoon.

"Have a rest here, mas, later I cook for dinner, I've sent a message to grandfather that today we go home late, we wait for our new sleeping grandfather to come home, we're waiting for our new sleeping grandfather to come home, I don't want Grandpa to worry about seeing the wound on your hand," said Anisa, before going to the clinic earlier, Anisa had told the workers to clean up the room that was like a broken ship, it seems like it's back to order now.

The apartment was almost done, only small touches to beautify it, not all parts Anisa fox, after all, for parts that are still good and in accordance with the theme they want, will still be maintained not unloaded.

Anisa did not want to argue with Bimo just because the man prefers to rest his body on the sofa, let it be equally rested, Bimo has also been more and more calm at this time.

From the sofa where he lay now, his eyes continue to bathe Anisa who was left in the kitchen, gadia is very special, not only good at her work, but she is also good at taking care of her household affairs.

Bimo also felt amazed by the work of Anisa who changed the design of the apartment to be very elegant and unique, although not finished perfectly, but it made him feel at home for a long time in that place.

"Mas, the cooking is ready. Would you like to eat there I anterine, or eat at the dinner table?" Anisa asked to disperse all her daydreams.

"Ah, just there, I want to try the dining table that we made together yesterday" he continued.

"Mas, you only helped put one nail yesterday at the foot of his desk, but already claimed to be involved in making it!" Anisa rolled her eyes irritated.

But Bimo just grinned, deep in his heart Bimo was admiring how currently Anisa who was wearing an apron with sweat that splashed on the forehead of the girl looked very sexy and beautiful extraordinary.

If he is usually used to seeing women who always look perfect with good makeup and clothing when together with him, that is not the case for Anisa, just simply appearing as it is can make Bimo feel that the girl is indeed special.

"Why not eat, my mom? Do you not like my cooking? Or should I order the food you want?" astonished Anisa, because Bimo only looked at the food that Anisa served on the plate for her to use.

Bimo then brandished his right hand wrapped in a bandage, making it difficult for him even just to hold a spoon.

"Ah, I forgot that my hand was hurt" Anisa patted her own eel, then he moved from his seat to Bimo who seemed to be very hungry and wanted to eat his food but was constrained by his injured hand.

"Here I'm a bribe yes, mas," Anisa grabbed a plate containing rice and side dishes that she had just cooked.

Bimo opened his mouth as the spoon that Anisa thrust into the front of his mouth drew closer.

"Sorry to trouble you" said Bimo, feeling unwell.

"This is my duty as a wife, mas," said Anisa while giving two grains of medicine to Bimo drink, after the rice on the plate moved to Bimo's stomach.

"You are indeed a good wife, someday if you are divorced with me, your husband must be very lucky to get a wife like you," said Bimo.

"Here you are, don't think about tomorrow the day after tomorrow, just live this day well, sincere and happy, that's enough," said Anisa, his heart felt like it was pinched when Bimo mentioned about their divorce later.

"Nisa, why don't you ask me why I'm angry until it happens like this?" Bimo pointed at the back of his injured right hand with his chin raised.

Honestly, Bimo felt astonished, why Anisa could not ask in the slightest what was the reason for her becoming angry.

"Mas would have told me not to interfere in the affairs of the mas, I was just trying to obey, even though I almost died curious to know why it could happen like that," explained Anisa.

"Kepo, you!" bimo said as he threw a used tishu towards his wife sitting down.