Loving Your Husband
There's no end

"Lena... From today on, I don't care about you anymore!" Said Diran while ignoring his wife and pedaling his wheelchair towards another room in the residence.

While the checkmate Lena could only stay still with her hands on her head tightly. His teeth also squealed with anxiety because he held the anger that he could not get out.

"I can't accept you treating me like this. After all, you promised yourself... That your whole life. You won't divorce me..." Lena's whisper with the messed up nanar.

"...Just look at it later. I'll make you regret for insulting me like this!" Firmly Lena was still collecting her strands in her head.

While the big house is full of disputes it is heating up... Bi Mari and Syiren could only bow in the dining room with their sad faces...

"If madam Lena is angry with Lord Diran. I don't dare go out bi.." said Syiren.

"Sama ndok aunty too... But aunty always pity the same Lord Diran" Bi Mari replied sighing.

"Yes is bi... Than later we get it. I'd better make some warm porridge for Mr. Diran" Syiren began to dwell in the kitchen.

"It's a good idea... Besides, Mr. Diran had to eat dinner and then take his medicine" said Bi Mari...

"...Yes bi. To get you well soon..." Syiren finished packing the porridge in her bowl. He also put some other needs in the form of spoons and water, as well as some pills given by Dr. Coules for healing Diran.

This hour is usually Mr. Diran is in his private office. Bathin Syiren's. He started to move in that direction.

Tok Tok! Twice a knock on Diran's door didn't say "Why not get back? Isn't Mr Diran inside?" Asked Syiren He was curious then went inside to make sure.

Clamps! The door opened and Syiren entered. He began to slowly climb onto the floor of Diran's room.

"Young master... Time to eat and then take medicine" said Syiren while looking around. Syiren quickly put the saucer down and searched the toilet.

"Where did Mr. Diran go?" ask Syiren.

Just as his feet stepped a few stomps, Syiren was shocked by the sound of a man's cry that felt like it was breaking her heart.

"Hiks... Hikss" The sound of breath that seemed to be tight made Syiren's heart stirred. Syiren approached the sound center and opened the toilet. And sure enough, there Diran was standing with her body leaning against the wall of the toilet. His face was pale and wet with tears.

"Sir..." Syiren. Diran turned her head for a moment and looked at Syiren in the distance "why are you here?" Pekik Diran lowered his tone. Diran threw away her face and silenced her mouth with one of her hands.

"Master... Time for medicine" said Syiren manghampiri Diran.

"Later on.." replied Diran reluctant to respond to Syiren.

"...But mister. Dr. Coules said that you should take medicine regularly if you want to get well" Syiren pulled out his wheelchair and asked Diran to sit down. When Diran was pulled sitting by Syiren. Some poho sheets that have been printed are scattered on the floor. While Diran began to sit down resignedly in his wheelchair with swollen eyes.

"What's this?" tanya Syiren stared at the front photo he picked up.

"...Don't touch that!" Peek Diran. But too late, Syiren had seen it and instead he picked up another portrait with broken feelings.

"T-This gentleman..." Syiren began to look at Diran with glazed eyes.

"I told you not to touch and drag my personal belongings" whispered Diran covering her face. Syiren began to stand with a broken heart...

"Sir..." Syiren approached Diran and handed the manual camera shots into Diran's hands.

"Sorry sir. I didn't mean to go into your privacy.." shirten slightly regretted knowing Lena's bad habits.

How Syiren's heart was not cut. Just now Syiren accidentally stared at the portrait of Lena's affection with Yuda who was so full in the hotel area where Lena always spent the night alone.

"I want to heal!' Snapped Diran hitting her thigh.

"I want to be able to walk again! I want to make my wife regret for throwing me away!!" diran kept hitting her thighs.

Syiren ran towards Diran then without realizing she was hugging Diran "Stop master. Don't hurt yourself... It's not your fault. Madame Lena is just having dark eyes... Sir don't blame yourself sir anymore." ask Syiren while hugging Dirab tightly.

Diran was silent for a moment before she remembered that the woman she loved the most was hoarse behind her. Want to hide how much more deeply the result remains the same because it will be smelled too. And because of the work of Lena, Diran must accept the merit of her life because she has been betrayed by her beloved wife.

Diran broke in a cry... Syiren could only hug Diran so that she knew that in her slump. Diran is not alone, because there are still many who care about him...