Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Waiting

Thanks to the help of Mr. Sanjeev, HansH's critical condition was saved, but not to the unchangeable critical state of my household. After undergoing surgery and being unconscious for several hours under the influence of drugs, HansH finally regained consciousness that afternoon. There was still me, Aunt Heera and Vikram there while the rest of the family was home. Of course, since there were only Aunt Heera and Vikram, HansH did not need to have a show.

"Thank God you're awake, son. Aunt relieved. How are you doing? Does anything hurt? Your legs, your head, how?"

HansH shook his head slowly, barely moving. Although I said nothing, I knew he was thinking where he was from his eye movements watching the surroundings.

"You're in the hospital now" I said.

He's not responding. What he noticed was now his feet were plugged in casts. "How bad?" tanyakanya.

"There's a bone fracture" Vikram replied. "But don't worry. It can still be cured by undergoing routine therapy."

HansH nodded. "That means it takes a long time" he murmured.

"Hey, don't worry, son. We can all go through together. There are many people who will be with you. Besides there's an Alisah that will always be there for you twenty-four hours."

But he even grinned sourly. "Sadly he's not Alisah."

Argha! It sucks!

"Whatever you say, but under these circumstances he's the one you need most. There's not a single waitress that Aunt will hire to take care of you. Only wife. Like it or not, you can't resist, only he'll take care of you."

Glegs!

"I've been tormented by this condition. Auntie wants me to be tormented again?"

Aunt Heera smiled. "Everything will be fine. Your wife will take good care of you. Hope it heals soon, yeah." He smiled again, picked up his bag and took Vikram home.

Lo? Me...? This is serious, I have to take care of HansH while he obviously rejects me?

"But, Bi, I-I"

"The husband's husband, yes, son."

"But she...?"

"It's your duty. Aunt's home, yeah. Come on, Vikram."

I glared. With her obedience Vikram follows Aunt Heera who comes straight out of HansH's nursery after hugging me a glance.

"Why don't you just go home? I can be alone here."

Ughhhh! Fuck up! If only I could think of him as my enemy, I'd slap his shitty mouth. Note, yes, this is about his mouth and his boneless tongue, which makes my heart pegel linu whenever it hears the sharpness of his words.

"Are you hungry? You want to eat something?"

"Don't act deaf! I want you to go home!"

"I'm not a statue! I don't like you being here!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. HansH, I need to tell you, I don't need you to like, you're happy, grateful let alone grateful for my existence. I don't need any response from you. Just accept whatever I do for you. Whether you like it or not. What is clear is that you need to heal for your children. So, I have to take care of you and I'm not going home. And, yes, we don't need to talk. Whatever you need you just say and I'll help you. The rest don't have to talk to me. Besides, don't you like to torture my feelings? Now you're doing it and do it as you please. Okay fine! It's finished!"

Piqued. I put my brother on the couch and I put earphones in my ears. Without music.

I need him to think I'm listening to a song so he has no choice but to muffle his voice. And I don't need a song to keep hearing if he talks. We were finally caught in silence.

That's how it happened. We don't talk anymore. He just accepts - rather resigned to whatever I do. I'm gonna eat him, I'm gonna give him a drink, he's gonna need a bath, he's gonna need my clothes on. Whatever I do without speaking, and without saying thank you. At least it's better than HansH talking a lot that will actually make my heart hurt even more. The point now is clever I just carry myself and keep my heart. And fortunately, from the first time the HansH brothers visited HansH in the hospital, Sheveni no longer looked at me with a look of hate even though he still could not get along with me, at least I no longer saw the hateful look from his eyes and the insults from his words. Moreover, when we came home, he greeted me with a smile.

What dream am I?

"Thank you for taking care of my sister" he said.

Although I was clearly astonished, I nodded my head with a knotty smile. "Yes" I said.

I did not say a word anymore, let alone speak at length like the protagonist in the soap opera scene. One can see my sincerity with my patience and I never complain about taking care of HansH. I just don't want Sheveni to judge me sweet-ass if I talk to her at length.

But unfortunately only Sheveni turned nice to me. Not with HansH. He saw nothing of me but hatred and my face that he hated. Maybe he saw, maybe he also felt, but his hatred remained invincible. Although, I - instead of complaining - but obviously I became very troublesome because I had to take care of myself who was pregnant young, who was still nauseous, and had to take care of Malika, plus take care of HansH, who was still pregnant, but maybe for him everything I did meant nothing compared to the pain I caused.

Why am I thinking about this too? Am I not sincere, even for my death after giving birth to my children?

No, Zia. You may hope, but don't let that hope rule your heart. Don'tdon't....

Huh! I make sure I'm always tough. I could go through time, day after day, until I gave birth. As in my dreams and the results of the USG at the age of four months of my pregnancy, my baby is male and female. HansH was very happy to welcome the birth of his children. He even decided to accompany me through labor. Although at that time he stood with the help of a cane with the strength of his hand, but he was willing to hold my hand until the sound of crying his children echoed filled the delivery room.

HansH crying. "Thank you." He kissed my forehead.

And that gave me new hope. Exceedingly...

HansH did not mention anything about how our marriage continued. Not with a farewell word. He was kind enough to help me take care of Malika, Malik, and Malaika. Our three children. Everything was fine until my puerperium....

That night, after nursing my baby boy and putting him back in his crib, and I put out the lights on the ceiling of the room and went back to bed, HansH approached me....

God has my heart pounded for it. Without a sound, without a word, I was transfixed by the attachment of his gaze, somehow he could carry me into his arms, lying with him, under the crush of his body, and under the dim light... he's fondling.

I swear to God I'm happy. It feels like a newlywed starting the first night. His warmth....

And he's still with the same taste. The same HansH, whom I love. He's feeding me with his fondling. Wreaks longing. Satisfying desires. Bathed in the sweat of love....

And I'm not dreaming....

HansH is here....

He's here....