Mahila Arindra's.
Recovery time.

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One week Hila spent the night in the hospital. At the end of the afternoon, he was allowed to go home.

The woman already looks beautiful, a thin makeup polish has been attached to her tapered face which some days always looks pale.

"Dear baby, we're home!"Aksa entered the room with her sparkling face.

"It's over?"Hila got up slowly.

"It's all right,..Where are we going to go?"Aksa rubbed his wife's face very soft and affectionate.

"Just give me my husband."His words were then kissed Aksa's lips.

Cup..

"You're so pretty."Praise Aksa.

"Aren't I pretty?"Temptation Hila.

"Every day you're beautiful baby, but today is different. Maybe because I miss you so much."Tukas Aksa's. "Well, we go home mom! let someone take care of you."Obviously Aksa, then brought a small suitcase containing Hila's clothes and some other items.

The two lovebirds walked out of the room with their hands clinging to each other.

Even Hila and Aksa always had a little laugh when Aksa made a lot of jokes to his beautiful wife.

Arriving at the car park. Aksa first opened the door for Hila, then walked to the back and put the suitcase he was carrying into the trunk of his black car.

"Well, let's go home!"Aksa said with a smile towards his wife.

"All right, baby."Hila Timpla.

The roar of the car began to sound when Aksa had turned the key.

Slowly the black Fortuner drove away, leaving the hospital that had been in Hila for a few days.

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Meanwhile somewhere else. Raksa and Nanda were sitting in the living room with some pastries on the table and the television on.

"Why are we going home today?"Tanya Raksa who then drank black coffee made by his wife.

"Yes, Aksa called Mom. Her words today Hila can go home."Clearly he seemed to take his eyes off the television show in front of him.

"They went home to Hila's parents' apartment or house? we'd better take a quick look to make sure Hila's condition is now ma'am!"

"Mother does not know well, later also Aksa who gave news."Nanda is back.

After getting an answer from his wife Raksa again silent, the man returned to focus on the impressions and coffee in front of him.

But the two of them gasp, looking at each other when they hear the sound of a car stopping right in the garage of the house.

"Aksa yah car sounds!"Nanda's face looked very happy.

Tampa waited longer for Nanda and Raksa to get up from her seat, then walked towards the main door.

Chequek..

"Geez! you guys come back here?"Welcome her full of happiness."How are you doing, son?"Nanda's great-grandson then splashed into the arms of his favorite son-in-law.

"It's kind of better ma'am, but the surgery wound is still a little painful."Hila.

"It'll be better soon, baby."Tukas Nanda rubbed Hila's smooth arm.

"Your mother and father knew?"Ask Raksa.

"Already,.tadi ka Aksa call father. Said it tonight here."Hila said with a smile.

"Yes, take Hila to Aksa's room. Kasian if standing for a long time."Decree Raksa.

"You need something just call me."Said Nanda who was directly influenced by Hila.

Aksa nodded, then led Hila to immediately enter his room.

Hila is always looking tough, able to withstand the pain that is still felt in her lower abdomen, but not with the beautiful face of Hila, Hila, even today Hila always looks pale with a weight that is also reduced.

"Do you want anything?"Aksa said as she pulled the blanket up to cover Hila's body.

"I'm going to sleep!"Hila Sahut.

"All right, just take a break."Aksa smiled, rubbing Hila's forehead gently.

Cup..

"Love you too."Reply to Hila with a faint smile on her lips.

After seeing Hila comfortable with her position, Aksa moved towards the large closet that was in her room, carrying some clothes and replacing them in the presence of Hila without any embarrassment.

"Open your eyes, baby!"Aksa chuckled softly when she found Hila closing her eyes.

"I'm ashamed!"Her words are spoiled.

Aksa's laughter was getting louder, his head even puffed up when he heard Hila's words just now.

"Even yesterday, we always sleep in clothes dear."Tweet Aksa.

"Maybe because of that, that's why I'm ashamed. We haven't been like that in a few days, have we?"Hila.

Aksa again walked towards the bed after finishing her clothes.

"Darling!"The man climbed up, then leaned his back against several piles of pillows.

"Hmm?"Hila.

"Are you going to get angry when I make a mistake?"Aksa stared at her intensely.

Hila looked up with a confused feeling.

"Do you want to forgive me?"Aksa's voice is getting slower.

Slowly Hila got up, arranged a pillow for Hila to make her backrest as well.

"depends. What trouble you're making!"Now the two are staring at each other.

Aksa momentarily fell silent, staring at that beautiful face that was currently smiling. Really his current position makes it all wrong, a lot of concern in Aksa, but the problem must still be faced is not, until Aksa has to prepare herself for whatever happens sometime when Hila finds out.

Aksa's body moved closer, slamming her flaps on Hila's chest, then hugged the small body tightly.

"Please. Don't ever leave me, even if I'm the worst husband in the world."Speak with a soft voice.

Hila smiled, exhaling her breath slowly with a palm that began to rub Aksa's head gently.

"What mistake did you make? until you're afraid I'm mad and leave you!"Hila said slowly.

Aksa's eyes closed, he tried to regulate his breath and prepare himself.

"I'll be honest! you can be angry but please never leave my life."His pinta tampa changed his position in the slightest.

Hila started to shut up.

"Darling, I, I,...

GECK..GECK..GECK...

"Come, Aksa! there's Arina's mom and Indra's dad dear."Nanda's yelling out there.

"By I want to see them first."His words are full of spirit.

Aksa let go of his embrace, then got up.

"All right, baby."Aksa smiled.

"Aksa?!"

"Yes mom,..."Sahut Aksa's.

"Slow baby! don't be in a hurry."Aksa obviously to his wife Hila.

"Alright!"Hila replied smiling warmly, her face look sparkling.

Aksa nodded, then grabbed Hila's hand and led and slowly.

Oh gosh! it's gonna be hard.

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...Guys you are patient well, the head of the author again can not be forced to create imagination....

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