MY ARROGANT HUSBAND
50: episode fifty!

...Author point of view....

Angga entered the hospital so quickly, he first threw his body in front of the receptionist so gallantly. Despite being attacked by intense fear and anxiety, Angga remained in his calm attitude.

But when he heard the answer to the question he asked, Angga was immediately shocked. He immediately ran towards the deadliest room in this hospital. Along her wide steps, the sister's speech was ringing in her brain.

“Patients who have just been rushed to the hospital, can not be helped sir. Soon her body will be moved.”

Angga's breath was decapitated, his heart was very sick and also confused. Angga was confused to say what, between believing and not believing, now his eyes had fallen on a human figure, who fell asleep weakly on a white gurney. Angga's hands trembled, seeing that the body was covered in white cloth all over the body.

There's no one here, only himself, alone. Leaning back, his head became dizzy instantly, this was too sudden for him. Everything is like a dream for Angga.

Aleaa, who had just a few hours ago asked for her purse and its contents, asked for a lot of requests from her, forgave the fatal mistake she had made, and locked herself alone in the room. Now he was lying weakly with a white cloth covering his entire body.

Angga's heartbeat seemed to stop, his large body staggered backwards, to lean on the door that was still open and attached to the wall. Angga is dizzy, Angga is very dizzy.

His hands stretched out massaging his aching forehead, slowly but surely, his body slammed gently in a sitting condition on the side of the door. Angga's body weakened, along with his limp heart helplessly.

“Even brother has not seen your face Leaa, the face of our son.” stuffing out of the lips Angga, Angga covered his face using both palms, frustrated.

“What will you do next. Brother can not live without you, Leaa.” the second stuff escaped from the lips Angga, whether the last time he cried, can be counted dozens of years ago, can be counted a dozen years ago, as he celebrated his tenth birthday.

“You are very evil Leaa. Leaving my brother alone. Can crazy brother if like this.” furious Angga shriveled, so frustrating. Slowly his butt dropped on the hospital floor, followed by his gallant body that was reluctant to stand.

“Excuse me? Sir? With the patient's family?” Angga looked up, his nose pointed, now deflating the men who were about to come out.

The doctor looked confused, in front of the room said that this old grandmother did not have a family, but why suddenly there was a young man crying in front of the door.

“I am her husband Sir!” reply Angga was upset, he had unconsciously slashed his eyes sharply, resurrecting his body to stand up.

The doctor was surprised instead of playing, “H-hah?! O-ooh.. I see... ” murmured the doctor did not believe, but had to re-examine, maybe the memamg era has changed, he thought.

“Alright, you can fill out this form, which means agree if the victim is moved immediately.”, said the doctor, holding out a sheet of paper with a mesh board.

Angga received it with a heavy heart, his hand outstretched to receive the board, with a raging feeling, his eyes began to dare to explore the contents of the sheet.

“Goddess?! Since when did my wife's name change?! Then why is he of this old age? Seventy years?!” asked Angga exclaiming inadmissive, The doctor scratched his non-itchy hair.

“This father is wrong! Her name is obviously Mother Goddess. Please check if you do not believe.” jolt Doctor was fast, Angga immediately shook his head firmly, he immediately ran breezed away past the Doctor who he thought was very strange.

Angga ran back, he headed for the reception desk. His face was red, as he felt panic again and again. The whereabouts of his wife has not been found, and the events that have just happened, make Angga shock not play.

“Sus, I'm looking for my wife. Aleaa Kusumo!” angga said quickly, a little exclaiming, due to the roaring panic.

The nurse immediately nodded, hurriedly checking the nursing room called Aleaa. “Ohh, Mr. This Mr. Angga Kusumo. His wife again in the 207 vip room, Mr.” exclaimed the nurse was polite, with a friendly smile.

Angga breathed a sigh of relief, his heart has not fallen out since. And only now could he breathe out normally. Different from what was not so.

Angga's breath was choked, he was already standing in the doorway that he had opened quickly. His eyes sparkled to see his wife who was still healthy. Not what he had imagined. Angga walked so slowly, the atmosphere that was happening was like melancholy.

“Leaa..” sighed Angga in disbelief, his outstretched hand stroking the pale cheeks of his wife who was still closed.

Feeling the soft caress on her skin, Aleaa who was initially closed, now began to open her eyes. Her lips were dry, trying as much as possible to smile, even though the printed one was just a thin smile.

Just then Angga immediately bent his body. He hugged Aleaa so tightly, his hands curled so tightly that they passed Aleaa's back. Aleaa's body lying down was now slightly raised, due to the rebuttal of Angga's burly hand on her back.

“Abaangg..” call Aleaa sulking spoiled, squinting her eyes anxious, because of the longing not to meet the husband for hours.

“Sshh sick brother. ” whining spoiled Aleaa, again with her tone made as sweet as possible.

“Mana?! Call the Doctor Yes!” exclaim Angga panicked, decipher the embrace between them, “Abang want to call the Doctor, Leaa.” firmly Angga sharp, as Aleaa held her hand who wanted to squeeze the bell next to the hospital mattress.

“Iiisshh brother! Leaa just wants to be with her brother! Not with the doctor! You evil husband! Husband is insensitive! Akh!” aleaa's growled face.

Angga held back his insistence that he wanted to get out, in the end Angga chose to sit on the edge of the hospital bed with Aleaa's body that he held so warm. Aleaa hugged Angga's waist soundly, feeling comfortable in Angga's proportional body, which was hug able.

...Author point of view....