Marrying the Father of My Foster Son
Last Therapy

This morning, Queensha was ready with her usual appearance, beautiful and charming. Anyone who saw it would be fascinated and enamored by the natural beauty that radiated from within the woman.

Today Queensha accidentally tied her hair with a model of a thumb and added hairpin shaped peony flowers are very beautiful. Pink dress under the knee and the polish of the flawless makeup makes the woman look very beautiful.

"Hopefully my appearance is not kampungan and makes Mas Ghani embarrassed when walking side by side with me," said Queensha while watching her appearance back in front of the mirror.

Ghani's status puts pressure on Queensha. Worried if his appearance will be juxtaposed with other women who are clearly much more trendy than him.

Staring for a moment the bathroom door that has not been opened and still heard the sound of the shower lit up. It seems that Ghani has not finished taking a bath and Queensha decides to wait for her husband on the porch while reading Lulu's handbook.

Before long, the bathroom door opened and revealed Ghani wearing only a boxer and a small towel that was coiled around his neck. The smell of mint emanates from the bathroom, inversely proportional to the delicate aroma of myst throughout the room.

“Hah, it's a pity that he's not here,” complained Ghani.

What would he do if his wife were here? Wanna fuck? Where can while his feet alone still not be able to walk freely.

Ghani quickly got dressed when she realized the clock was almost 10:00 in the morning. Today there is a schedule to go to the hospital to do therapy for the last time before the crutches in the legs are completely released. After a long time, finally the very disturbing object will disappear. He was already quite tormented by the object stuck to the foot, making him helpless.

"You're here apparently" Ghani said as he watched Queensha sitting on the front porch. In the woman's hand was a book she was reading. I don't know what book, Ghani doesn't care.

Ghani's eyes were fixed on one person who had just made his world seem to be at a standstill for a split second. The figure of an angel and an angel is his wife. Yep! Queensha today is so beautiful that she forgets who the most beautiful woman in the world is according to a global survey. For Ghani, Queensha is the most beautiful to beat Dakota Johnson, her idol Hollywood artist.

“It looks like I just had a dream, or .. lest I'm in heaven right now?" Suddenly Ghani interrupted. His pair of narrowed eyes did not blink in the slightest.

Queensha who heard Ghani's absurd speech frowned. He closed the book and placed it on the table next to his seat. His eyes looked at Ghani who was as if she was about to swallow Queensha this time as well.

“What are you talking about, anyway, Mas?” ask Queensha astonished. What is going on with Ghani now? He looks weird.

“I just realized that my wife today is very very very beautiful, until I dare to say it confidently in front of thousands of people if my wife is so beautiful. You're like an angel, even an angel in heaven is losing beauty to you" Ghani said. However, in Queensha's ears it sounded so excessive because he realized that he was not beautiful as the husband said.

“Omong empty. There are still more beautiful women on this earth than I am, Mas." Queensha turned her face away, but could not cover how happy her heart was at the moment. Praised in such a way by the husband himself catapulted his wishful thinking into space.

Ghani embraces Queensha's shoulders. While there were no Aurora or her parents, she was free to make out without fear of being caught by others.

"The prettier ones are many, but the good ones as sincere as you are are nonexistent. You're a limited edition, loh." Ghani pokes the tip of Queensha's nose in a fit of anxiety. If only his feet were not injured, it would be now taking Queensha to the room and holding his wife to a scream of ease.

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They finally got to the hospital on time, lucky that the traffic was not jammed today, so Ghani was able to do his therapy without any hitch. Queensha patiently accompanied her husband during therapy.

Ghani is trying hard to recover from the injury to the leg so that it can walk normally as before. Although it takes a hard struggle, but he is willing to live it as long as it can recover completely.

"Good morning, Doctor Ghani." Several nurses greeted the hospital director as he passed the newlywed couple.

"Hmm, morning." Only a short sentence was spoken from Ghani's lips. Not interested in having a lot of conversations with them.

"Darling, let's go up. We need to see Mr. Nabil soon."

Upon arriving in the room, they were warmly welcomed by Nabil as well as a physiotherapist in charge of providing therapy to Ghani.

"Good morning, Mr. Ghani and Ms. Queensha. How are you guys doing today?"

"Thank God, be healthy, Doctor."

"Are there any complaints as long as we don't meet?" Doctor Nabil began to get stale before giving therapy to the patient.

"It's just pain, Doc, and it disappears if I rest" Ghani replied.

Nabil. "Yes, let's start physiotherapy. Mas Panji, please help me, will you?"

Queensha was so faithful to accompany her husband who was struggling to do physiotherapy after the accident. Physiotherapy is a form of treatment that uses physical techniques to improve movement, reduce pain and stiffness, and speed up the healing process and improve quality of life. This form of treatment is generally done for someone who has a disability, injury, or certain diseases, including fractures experienced by Ghani so that he must wear crutches in carrying out daily life.

Queenshaa observed from a distance as Ghani along with physiotherapists began therapy. Starting from the examination of his feet and remove the cast.

"We try to walk without support, sir," said the physiotherapist who helped Ghani to stand on the pedestals of his legs without the help of crutches.

There was a sense of buzzing when he saw Ghani start walking without the help of any tools. Can he? What if he falls? And another question that concerns Ghani's state. Unknowingly Queenshaa gripped tightly on her dress.

"Lord, please help my husband."

Slowly, but surely, Ghani managed to stand upright without any support for a few seconds even though he could not support it properly afterwards. It's a progression.

"It's okay, you don't have to rush. We take a short break" the officer said, giving Ghani a seat to rest. Seen from behind the glass Queensha looked at him anxiously.

Realizing that someone was watching, Ghani turned to his wife. With sign language he said, "I'm fine."

"You said fine but your sweat was so much, Mas" murmured Queensha still staring at her husband from a distance. He checked the device and the time showed at twelve noon. It means that Ghani has been in therapy for two hours.

"It's worth my stomach rumbling, apparently I've been sitting here for a long time." Queensha could have left the room to go to the cafeteria, but she kept waiting until her husband's therapy session was over.

Ghani's efforts to be able to complete therapy and get out without the help of any tools worked. After repeatedly training with all his strength, now he can walk normally even though the rhythm is still not stable. At least, he no longer looked like a limp.

Queensha who witnessed clearly all the processes that Ghani did cried tears of joy. Finally, her husband was healed.

Ghani came out of the therapy room to be greeted by Queensha's warm embrace. His wife could not hide the cries of her day.

"Why are you crying?" ask Ghani.

"I'm happy, Mas. You can finally walk again."

Ghani chuckled at Queensha's words just now, "Aren't I able to walk all this time?" The question is a little tempting.

"That's not what I mean. I .. ah, never mind, don't talk about it anymore."

While stroking the top of Queensha's head, Ghani said, "Yes already, then I change clothes first we go to see the Doctor, huh?"

Queensha nodded obediently like a child who was being advised by his parents. They went to the dressing room and before long Ghani had returned with his previous outfit.

The two entered the doctor's room after knocking quietly on the door and got an answer from inside. Both are coming in soon.

"So, how's it going, Doc?" ghani asked about the condition of his legs.

"As far as Mr. Ghani has been in therapy and has been taking medication, his progress has been admirable. You are determined to get well soon. That's good, sir. And the evaluation of this last therapeutic result is amazing. You can really get away from the walker." Nabil explained carefully. Ghani and Queensha were relieved.

"Yet, ... You have to stay careful and don't do strenuous activity first until your legs are fully recovered, understand?"

"Then what about the husband-wife relationship, Doc? I mean, is it possible with the condition of my legs that have not fully recovered? You know we just got married" said Ghani, who managed to embarrass Queensha half to death. Should Ghani discuss it here? Quietly Queensha pinched Ghani's waist.

The doctor replied calmly despite half-deadly holding back from smiling. It could be eaten alive if Ghani hears his laughter.

"It does not matter as long as it is done carefully it will not cause problems later."

Hearing that answer made Ghani cheer happily in heart. His efforts to recover were not in vain and he was also impatient to wait for the day to come.

'Yes, I'll be breaking my fast soon!' Then Ghani turned to his wife who was embarrassed. 'Queensha, prepare to receive my superior seed.'

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