HATE TO LOVE
Thousand Reasons

Bimo did not hesitate to kiss the cheeks, lips, head and even the neck and shoulders of Anisa occasionally while they were in the middle room of the house where Surya was also among them.

Maybe Bimo wants to show that the relationship between her and Anisa is well and harmonious, he deliberately showed off his affection to his grandfather so that his grandfather felt happy, besides that, he also felt happy because in the end he could freely treat Anisa with so messranya by watching pretenses.

"Mas, this is no grandfather, don't be like this!" Anisa let go of Bimo's embrace on her shoulder when they were already in her room that night.

"Ah, sorry. I'm already comfortable hugging you," Bimo's tease that seems like it's really an expression of her heart's voice.

"Mas, you want to be a father, why you're still flirty." Anisa said.

"Ishhh what a flirtatious mistake on his own wife!" Elak Bimo does not want to lose.

"It's not wrong if it's a wife who is really a wife, not a wife so-called events like me," Anisa smiled.

"Come on Nisa, don't start again. No one thinks you're a fucking wife or anything, you're my legal wife, period!" Just a little upset.

That night returned to the original habit, where Anisa and Bimo would sleep separately, but that night when Anisa who was sleeping on the mattress suddenly disturbed her sleep because she heard a groaning from the direction of the chair.

Anisa thought Bimo was delirious, but after seeing him again, her eyes opened.

Disturbed by the noise of Bimo's delirium, Anisa finally woke up and turned to Bimo.

Looks like the man who has the status of her husband was shivering violently, even her mouth continues to rumble indistinctly.

"Mas, what's wrong with you?" Anisa asked as she got up from the bed and approached where Bimo was.

Anisa knelt before Bimo who was lying on the soft sofa that used to be also made her bed when they lived in the house.

"Hmm,,, !" just the leaping that sounded from Bimo's lips, his face looked like it was ripe with a crimson color.

Anisa's hand outstretched and touched Bimo's forehead and cheek,

"Mas, you have a fever!" Anisa screeched as she felt the heat being channeled from the skin of Bimo's cheeks and forehead on her palm.

"Mas, come to the hospital, I'm afraid you're okay." Take Anisa.

But Bimo was seen shaking weakly, it seems he refused to be taken to the hospital by his wife.

"Mas, but you're so hot, you're sick." Panic Anisa.

Afraid of anything happening with her husband, Anisa finally decides to tell Surya to call the family's doctor.

"What's going on, why is he getting sick like this?" Said Surya who was no less panicked.

"I'm just in the house, I don't want to go to the hospital." Reject Bimo.

After a long debate, doctors finally allowed Bimo to be treated at home with extra care and daily doctor visits.

"Why can this be, how can Viona take care of you for a week until you get sick like this, mas!" Reflexively nagging Anisa as if to blame Viona.

Because as he knows, for the past few days Bimo has indeed lived with his dark lover.

But Bimo was just silent, he did not want to tell Anisa that for almost a week he rarely ate because he felt unspeakable with the food that Viona ordered from outside, Viona can't cook like Anisa.

In addition, Bimo has also been dependent on the cuisine made by Anisa so far, so that every other food he eats always feels bland or not suitable in his mouth.

"Emhh,, sorry, I don't mean to blame Viona, it's just that I'm getting carried away," Anisa rectified her speech earlier which sounded as if blaming Viona after seeing the look on Bimo's face which she said showed an unpleasant face.

"I don't blame you, but I also don't want you to blame Viona, maybe it's all because I'm not taking care of my own food." He said softly, putting the blame on himself.

There was a slight upset in Anisa's heart when Bimo defended her lover openly in front of her, like no one should blame her and seem to be very protective of her lover.

Though that was not what Bimo meant at all, he just did not want Anisa to engage further emotions with Viona, let Viona be his personal business only.

"I'll cook porridge for you" said Anisa did not want to extend the chat about Viona again, because she thought Bimo would always defend and protect her, so that it will only make him feel more upset and hurt.

"Anisa," called Bimo, she realized that she seemed to have made her misunderstand what she was saying, evident from her eyes that kept dodging as she stared at him.

"I'm sorry I messed with you, let Bi Nani make it, I don't want to make you tired from taking care of me, it's too late, you have to rest, too," bimo's hand stretched out to reach Anisa's hand fingers beside the mattress where she lay.

"Mas, you're my husband, it's my duty to take care of you, the matter I said earlier about Ms. Viona I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame anyone else here, I'm your wife, I'm her, if anything happens to you like now, it's my fault that I can't take care of my husband, I can't blame anyone else here, I'm sorry for what I said." Said Anisa let go of Bimo's hand and passed out of the room to make her husband's porridge.

Bimo massaged his forehead, suddenly his head felt dizzy.

'Akh, what is it like to have two wives?' Bima's whisper in her heart imagined that if one day she really had two wives, it would be very difficult for her to side with one of them, really small things can trigger misunderstandings that make him dizzy.

But suddenly his phone rang repeatedly, and he just remembered that all day he had not informed Viona, he would have been very angry.

Sure enough, Viona's name was plastered on the screen, at midnight like this her lover was still trying to find her.

"Yes Vio, I'm sorry I couldn't call you all day, I was sick" Bimo said, pointing the camera at his hand with an infusion tube while they were on video call.

Not much they talk about, just that Viona advised that Bimo should stay at his grandfather's house first as long as he was sick because he could not and was not smart to take care of patients, Bimo said, once about what Viona talked to Bimo, making Bimo feel relieved at once sliced.

Relieved because finally could have more time with Anisa, and the smell turned out to be precisely when she was sick like this only Anisa who cared about him, she said, while Viona was impressed like she did not want to take care of her ailing self for a thousand reasons.