Healing
114. Special Person

Today should Yoga and Haidar go home, because they have to go straight to the office, there is still a lot of work that they have to complete.

But because my condition has not healed properly, Yoga told Haidar to go home first and handle the work that should be completed as soon as possible.

" You get back on the train just let the spit up, the car leave here so I can go around easily if there is a vehicle here".

Haidar obeyed the orders of Yoga, indeed not long ago Haidar became a personal assistant of Yoga, exactly a month after the failure of the marriage of Yoga and Utari, Haidar just joined the Yoga company and became his personal assistant.

I am grateful because who accompany Yoga as long as he needs someone beside him is his own best friend, so that Yoga is able to quickly rise after the departure of his mother.

30 Minutes after Haidar's departure, Yoga took me to the hospital, this time Yoga forced me to obey his wishes. Although again I refused, because I did not want to bother Yoga.

" All this is for your health, I've been looking for the best dermatologist information in town. And today the doctor is open practice, not in the hospital, but in his private clinic, the doctor is female, so you don't have to be ashamed".

" I want your burn to heal completely without leaving a mark, last night when I saw, your skin blistered and began to blacken, he said, I'll ask for some medicine and ointment that can make your wounds heal completely Ra".

And after a forty-minute drive, we arrived at the dermatologist clinic that Yoga said. The clinic was quite large, the building was like an ordinary house, but the garden surrounding the clinic was quite spacious. The green and beautiful garden scenery makes the clinic feel cool to look at.

When I got to Yoga and I were immediately welcome to go into the check room, because there was a Yoga man who took the queue for us, so when it happened that my number was called.

The middle-aged doctor examined my burns, then nodded, giving me three injections, in my arms, thighs and around my waist. Then I was prescribed to be redeemed at the pharmacy in the clinic as well, apparently I was given 3 bottles of medicine and also given a white ointment. And most astonishingly, when I saw the payment note in the pharmacy, it was written that it must be paid for 3 million rupiah.

Just because of hot water doused Yoga wasted money of 3 million just to treat my wounds. I understand that the amount of money is not too much for him, but for me personally the amount is quite a lot because it's my profit to sell for ten days.

" It's really expensive to treat at a dermatologist, even though I bought an ointment that I applied last night on the market for only 15 thousand", my grunt when we were in the car to go home.

" You are, still counting, all this for your health Ra, let alone three million, if I have to spend tens, even hundreds of millions I don't matter, most importantly you are healthy".

" We live far apart, and I want to make sure you're completely healed before I go back home. So I'm just gonna feel calm leaving you alone here".

Yoga again made me feel like a very important person to her. Along the way to the contract Yoga took my hand with his left hand, but only until the crossroad, Yoga turned the steering wheel to the left, he took me to the hotel I showed him last night, hotel next to the hospital.

I started to think negatively about him, would he take me to sleep in the hotel ?, lest he willingly take me to the dermatologist so that I could get well soon and he could freely claim his right to give me an inner living.

" Why are we here?, surely because last night you couldn't sleep comfortably at my rented?, if you want to rest at the hotel, I can go home alone by ojek, if you want to take a break at the hotel, I can go home by myself, it's not too far from here to the contract" I said as the car stopped in the hotel parking lot.

I was about to get out of the car, but Yoga held me back.

" Don't rent a room, I'll just take you to a restaurant on the 2nd floor, I hear the taste of the cuisine is good. You will no longer cook, so we eat here, you will also have to take medicine, so eat first".

Yoga opened the car door and led me into the elevator to the 2nd floor. We ate together at that restaurant.

I noticed Yoga gesturing to someone, then the person nodded and brought out a boxy, white tart with a red rose on it. Tart is no stranger to me.

What day is it?, I'm not having a birthday, nor is it our wedding anniversary, because we just got married a few months ago. Why does yoga surprise you?.

" What day are you confused about?", Yoga seemed to be able to read my puzzled facial expressions.

" Today was like a dream, one of my dreams. You can celebrate my birthday with you again like you used to".

I instantly remembered the moment 13 years ago, when Yoga and I celebrated their 14th birthday. Although there was no fancy dish like this, but I remember, I gave her a surprise by making the first tart that I made especially for her.

The first time I held a mixer and oven, with a desperate stock and a video tutorial on making tarts that I saw on YouTube. And it turns out that the first tart cake was successfully made even with very simple decorations.

Just like the tart in front of us right now, the cake with white butter cream and red roses on top. It's just that the one in front of us right now is very neat and beautiful, unlike the one made by me who is still an amateur.

I remember how happy we were both back then, before any strange problems came upon us.

" I'm sorry, I forgot what date it is today" I apologized. Actually until now I still remember the date of birth Yoga, since long ago I was very difficult to forget his birth date, always remembered if September 9 was his birth date. Every time I passed that date, I remembered Yoga, just today, just when I was with him, I forgot what date it was, especially after the hot water incident last night, my mind became less focused.

" Happy birthday Ga, may what you ask for in each of your prayers be immediately granted by the Almighty" I said sincerely.

Yoga seemed to be smiling widely, the look in his eyes was emitting true happiness.

" I'm sorry I didn't bring you a gift or a present".

Yoga nodded, "may I ask for something as a gift from you?".

I silently did not answer, I was afraid that the desire of Yoga I could not fulfill, especially if he asked us to stay together, I was not ready for it.

Yoga seemed to be chuckling to himself because I was silent and did not give an answer.

" The first piece of cake for the most special person in my life. Eat this cake, if we can not run out we can take it home to Juna and your smart-care neighbor".

Yoga gave me the first piece of cake, without singing the happy birthday song, and without the ritual of blowing out the candles, just ordering the cake, cutting, and eating together. It would be a shame if we both sang in a hotel restaurant that was rammed with visitors.

I received a tart cake from Yoga hands, just like before, the difference was that I was the first to feed Yoga, only yoga fed me the pieces of tart cake. But now, I can't bribe him anymore, my ego forbids me to do it.

It seemed like the mood of Yoga had changed because I was not doing the same thing as her, feeding her a tart cake. I picked up my plate and started to eat lunch, enjoying the expensive restaurant cuisine, but still delicious in my opinion.

Until the contract, Yoga was not as enthusiastic as before leaving. I went straight to the kitchen to put the food that we deliberately wrapped because there were still many leftovers, including a freshly cut tart cake for me.

I took medicine from the dermatologist earlier, so that my wounds would heal immediately and Yoga would come home soon, not too long to stay here. It felt so awkward to be with him.

I hate him, I'm his wife, and I have to be nice to him, making me feel like I'm pretending to be nice, just because he's my husband, and I remember papa's message, no matter how much I hate him, I have to respect him.

When Yoga came out and sat on the bench in the stall, I accidentally entered the room and applied the ointment that was very expensive. Hopefully there won't be any burn scars on my stomach and thighs.

I thought Yoga would be sitting in front for a long time because I saw him checking his phone with a serious face, but it was not finished I applied the ointment, Yoga went into the room. I forgot I didn't lock the door. I was shocked, and so was Yoga. We were both shocked, I immediately covered my body that I was smearing with ointment, but Yoga approached and opened it again.

Although I was shocked at first, but I let Yoga continue to apply the ointment to my burn. The touch of Yoga's hands was very gentle and slow, making my hair stand up, and a strange glen began to feel.

Yoga hands began to move to my thighs, to apply the ointment on my wounds, but when the ointment was evenly applied, his hands began to land on other parts that made my body instantly heat up, he said, is it possible that Yoga will demand his right now?.