Love Above the Wounds
Dicky Sick
Today Dicky was a bit feverish, all day he just lay curled up under the covers.
Whether fever because of what, because of thoughts or soy sauce, everything feels stacked into one.
His head was also throbbing.
Several times there were calls from the hospital, but Fitri always ignored it, now her husband's health is the number one priority.
"Mas, is that warm milk ginger in the drink first, or should I call doctor Dimas here? So you can check it out soon?" fitri asked as he sat next to Dicky, who was lying down and put the compress back on Dicky's forehead.
"You forgot that Dimas' doctor was a dentist?" sahut Dicky's.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, I think all doctors are the same, can cure people!" fitri.
Then Fitri helped Dicky to raise his head by adding a pillow over his head.
After that he started little by little helping Dicky finish his warm drink.
"Here's what Dicky ate? Bi Sumi was cooking corn soup, eating a little Mas, from the morning when it was difficult to eat Mas Dicky!" fitri.
"My mouth is bitter Fit, it feels like I just want to sleep!" sahut Dicky's.
"A little bit, would you? I'm fucking bribe!" rayu Fitri's.
"No way!" Dicky covered his face with a pillow.
Fitri was just shaking her head at her husband who now looked like a child.
"Yes already! If you don't want to not heal! Soon I gave birth to no one to accompany because her husband was sick, I took care of myself, to the hospital alone, most Mang Salim accompanied me!" fitri was upset.
Dicky put his face back on.
"Yes yes, I want to eat, but a little! My mouth is not good!" dicky said at last.
Fitri smiled then immediately rushed out of the room and headed to the kitchen.
"The soup is ready, isn't it Bi?" ask Fitri.
"It's for the Doctor!" bi Sumi replied while thrusting a bowl of hot corn soup on a tray.
"Yes Bi, I'll take it upstairs!" fitri.
"Be careful Ma'am! That's a stomach that big!" exclaim Bi Sumi warned.
The Fitri stomach does look very large, because the content has entered the age of 9 months.
Slowly Fitri climbed the stairs and returned to his room.
Dicky was still in his original position, lying down with a blanket.
"Mas, here you know, hot corn soup, guaranteed you will recover quickly and warn if you eat this!" fitri.
"Later Fit, I'm not hungry, just put it on the table!" Dicky hatch.
"Dieh Mas Dicky! Anyway, gotta eat! Don't spoil! I'm not your mother spoiling you!' cetus Fitri's.
"Mother ..." Dicky suddenly muttered.
Fitri immediately sat on the side of the bed while still holding her soup bowl.
"Mother? Do you miss Miss Nuri Mas?" ask Fitri
Dicky was silent, and suddenly his longing for his mother began to sway him.
Her eyes glazed over, as if holding back a feeling, during this time Fitri lived with Dicky, only this time she saw her husband like that.
"Mas Dicky why?" ask Gentle Fitri.
"Fit, somehow suddenly I would love to meet my biological parents if they were still alive, I would really like to be Fit!" dicky said.
"Either Fit, that hate and longing mingle into one, I just want to know, how they look!" lyric Dicky.
Gts ... Gts ... Tok
The door of the room was knocked from the outside, Fitri walked slowly towards the door and immediately opened it.
Bi Sumi was already standing in front of the door in front of Fitri.
"Bi Sumi? What's the matter Bi?" ask Fitri.
"Below, someone wants to see the Doctor!" answer Ms. Sumi.
"Who's Bi?" ask Fitri.
"Auntie doesn't know, she's never been here before!" answer Bi Sumi.
"But Dicky is sick again Bi, then let me go down to see him!" said Fitri who immediately went up from there and walked down the stairs.
In that living room, sat a graceful and elegant woman. In view of the way she sat it seemed once that she was a respectable and classy woman. Looks graceful and charming. That woman is Ms. Anjani.
"Good day!" greet Bu Anjani politely.
"Good day, she said you're looking for my husband? I'm sorry, he's sick right now so he can't be seen!" fitri.
Bu Anjani stared at Fitri's large belly.
"Even he'll soon be a father!" mummified Bu Anjani.
Fitri heard Bu Anjani's words in confusion and wonder.
"Yes, I'm Bu Anjani, I heard from his assistant sister, if Doctor Dicky is not well, then I would love to see him, if I'm allowed, I'd like to see him for a minute!" please Mrs Anjani.
Fitri was stunned to look at Bu Anjani, Bu Anjani who he often heard his name, but this time Fitri saw directly.
Fitri was amazed to see the figure of Bu Anjani, even though he was now middle-aged, but the aura of her beauty radiated with plenary, truly graceful woman who is now in front of Fitri.
"Hows it? Am I allowed to see Doctor Dicky for a moment?" tanya Bu Anjani disperse daydreams Fitri.
"Eh, bo-get Mom, but, Mas Dicky's a little limp, can you go upstairs to see him?" Fitri's nervous. Bu Anjani nodded his head.
Then Fitri started walking up the stairs to his room where Dicky was lying, while Bu Anjani followed him from behind.
When Fitri opened the door, Dicky was still lying with his body covered in a thick blanket. The corn soup brought by Fitri has not even been touched in the slightest.
Fitri slowly saw Dicky followed by Bu Anjani.
"Mas Dicky, someone wants to see you!" Bisik Fitri's.
Dicky started to blink his eyes. He was flabbergasted when he saw Bu Anjani who was now standing before him.
"Mom ..." murmured Dicky.
Slowly Bu Anjani stepped closer to Dicky who was still lying down, then at the trunk of Dicky's hair gently.
They did not speak a word, but their hearts were filled with rumbling feelings that were hard to describe with words.
"A strong and dashing doctor who can get sick, eat a lot of yes so that you recover and recover, Mother who will feed you!" said Ms. Anjani while taking a bowl of corn soup that was still full, which was on the table beside Dicky's bed.
Slowly Dicky opened his mouth, Bu Anjani fed him slowly and gently.
Fitri was stunned by the sight before him.
Bu Anjani seemed to look fixedly at Dicky with a longing gaze, and vice versa.
Connect ...
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