Marriage is Because of Trust
Doctor's prescription

"That's all if you can! For a few days his hands had to be taken care of because the wound was quite serious. If anything, call me immediately" said the doctor, staring at the weakly lying Ilker.

"Okay, Doc! I will take care of her," replied Dhyia.

"The heat is no longer too high" said the doctor after confirming the patient's condition back and storing medical devices into a bag. "After this! Don't forget! To redeem the prescription at the pharmacy I already recommend." Write a recipe that needs to be redeemed. "There are four types of drugs that the patient must take so that he recovers quickly. I wrote it there." Carry bag.

"Is this recipe not a drinking rule?" ask Dhyia, look at the recipe.

"They will know! I wrote the rules for drinking there! And then they'll make it and tell you" said the doctor, looking at a foreign woman he'd never known. "Remember! Giving the medicine should be on time, so that his condition quickly improves . There I am anti-biotic. Antibiotics must be spent," he explained, so as not to be wrong.

"Don't he open his eyes after this?" asked Mr. Altan who began to tremble after hearing the doctor's words.

"Usually, yes! Because the fever had begun to decline, "the doctor explained again so that they would not worry.

Dhyia was a little relieved to feel grateful. Looked at the recipe he was holding. "As soon as possible, Doc! We'll make it up to him, so he wakes up soon."

The doctor and Dhyia smiled at each other feeling relieved while Dhyia was too grateful that her husband did not experience anything serious.

"One of my suggestions. The patient must eat a lot, so that his stamina again improves. His body condition is very weak. So in the recipe I made vitamins to restore his health." The doctor went back to explaining what he had written on the prescription.

"Eat what? There he will be sick like a toddler, all provided. If the rice is prepared! Thats okay! Eeeh! This will be weird!" grumbled Pak Altan in the heart. Putting a hand on his eel.

"Then I'll excuse you immediately. Nothing is wrong, ma'am. Especially to forget and misgiving take the medicine." The doctor repeated it again so that they understood, walked up the legs.

"Okay, Doc! We understand! We'll make it up to you right now" Altan said, cutting off talks that brought doctors out.

For Dhyia the recovery of her husband is the most important thing. He didn't have much to ask of his do'a. Only one, the happiness of the husband. After going through everything he's been through. Now he is making decisions for himself.

As usual during the Maghrib, he performed Maghrib prayers which he never left since puberty. She then tidied up the blanket that covered her husband's body and asked Mr. Altan for help to replace the husband's clothes.

Sighs into the upper recess of each of those who have heard it, approaches the recording device and presses a button. "Sir, please help me! Replace the clothes, Mas Ilker," he asked from inside the recorder.

To her touching her husband more than the hand was taboo. Although they already had the status of husband and wife but that was impossible for him to do. To herself to do that is like a great sin because her husband is not willing to admit her as a wife at all.

"Sir, please be a little quick, sir! I'm afraid that, Mas Ilker is cold!" his grunts were unreasonable, pushing back the button.

In their marriage there is an agreement that he must fulfill where the deal is nothing but a matter of being inside the house or anywhere that should not be violated or even forgotten and must be obeyed, namely the matter of touch and clothing.

He did not want that, touching each other or dressing impolitely while at home. The husband seems to be very confused with his wife, especially to see the body of the wife. This further triggers him to be careful, let alone having to touch this will even make the problem more runyam.

From the beginning he never wanted to be close to the woman so he made his own rules called pre-marital rules. Where he does not want to see his wife dressed openly and open her hijab in the house or touched by the wife.

"You guys take Bi Benar, yes, sir, too" he continued fussing.

" Yes, His. I will come with Bi Benar," he replied from behind the recorder box, dragging his feet heavily. "Same healthy as sick! Same time! Lithouse!" he said he mengedumel in the heart, swinging a step up the stairs that made him more cursing in the heart. "This again! Why is it so wide?" his grunts looked at the stairs he climbed.

The grip of the hand had to be hidden from the husband when he realized later. That was the hardest thing for him to lie for the sake of maintaining peace between them. Sitting next to her husband holding Pak Altan.

"Yes, Him! What's up?" asked Pak Altan to open the door, at the right follow standing behind.

"Sir, I want to ask for help. Please replace! Clothes, Mas Ilker," Dhyia pleases. " Aunty, I'm asking you to help too! Take this to the kitchen, Bi!" Loving bowl former compress.

"Yes, Him! Fine." Directly out while glancing back and smiling with satisfaction at the pouting Pak Altan as they looked at each other.

Mr. Altan actually already knew the meaning of the madam. He was no longer astonished and wondering. "Okay, Mya," he answered, taking the clothes that his young master's wife had prepared.

"It's still sore! How it healed! You can catch the fog, huh!" Nagging inside him.

"Sir, careful! His hand, Mas Ilker," he shouted backwards.

Dhyia also stood a little far from Pak Altan because if suddenly the husband woke up and saw her, he would have been hardened. She just looked at her husband's body from afar dressed by Mr. Altan.

Glancing at the wall clock, prayer time had arrived, he thought. However, she had to wait for a while after Pak Altan finished changing her husband's clothes.

"Him, it's ready." Get out of bed.

"Thank you, sir," she replied in gratitude.

"His book, let me bring it down to his bottom" said Mr. Altan. Picking up the clothes on the bed while glancing towards the young master.

"Thankfully he didn't wake up. Until he wakes up. Finish me! Can't breathe" he said in his heart.

Rush out of the room. "Excuse me, Hes!" the door closes. Dhyia replied with a slow nod.

After everything is done. He immediately performed the worship that had become his duty. Hold a prayer mat and wear mukena. Standing right beside the bed leads right to the Qibla.

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