My husband is my Prospective In-law
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Sorry a little slow yes, the current condition is sick again. Pray that you will be as healthy as ever. Amens.

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"You don't have to fool me! You're enough of a fool. I can't be blind! Quickly turn on the lights!" tell Ansel out loud.

"I'm not fooling you! I'm speaking in reality, you're now blind to the accident. Touch your face that is currently wrapped in bandages, if you do not believe!"

Ansel was petrified, he slowly touched his face, trembling.

"I can't be blind! Don't lie to me Irene, I still want to see" cried Ansel loudly. His hands hit his head repeatedly.

Irene tried to grab Ansel's body, so that her husband's hands would stop hurting themselves. Ansel's movements stopped for a while, when his body was held tightly by Irene.

"Ansel, you're patient. You need to be calm and not despair. Everything will be fine, I will accompany you, take care of you and will always be by your side, in order to take care of you. You won't stay still looking for a corneal donor, either, so you can see again, Ansel, you..." Not finished the sentence Irene said, suddenly her body was pushed back a few steps because Ansel released himself from his embrace violently.

"Stop your bullshit, Irene! I'm like this because of your mistake! You shouldn't be in my life. Ever since I met you I've been shit. I lost Dyra, I had to live far away from my father, my vacation failed and now I have to lose both my eyes! You are truly the destroyer of my happiness! Go you, Irene! Get away from my life! I don't want to see you in my entire life."

Irene gasped in shock at the words of her husband. He could not understand why Ansel to the heart said so and accused Irene of a mistake that he did not make at all.

"Ansel realized, all this happened because it was purely an accident and I was not the cause. Even when the accident happened I was on my way to the bar."

Ansel immediately dismissed all of Irene's words in anger. "I don't want to hear anything from your mouth anymore! You better get away from my life, so I don't get fucked anymore."

"But.." Irene spoke softly while pressing her chest tightly, as the pain was so seething in the depths of her heart.

"Nothing but, but, but, hurry up you go! Go Irene!" Ansel increasingly loudly ordered Irene to leave her room.

"Well, I'll go" said Irene, forced to obey all of Ansel's will, which began to sound more explosive anger.

Ansel again lamented everything that had befallen him at this moment. He continued to stir uncontrollably, making Irene who saw him more and more pity. Irene finally decided to stay in the room, but as much as possible her presence will be like a ghost, so it will not be read by Ansel.

Irene began to open the door and then she closed it again, giving the impression that she had indeed gone out of the room, although in reality she still stayed to accompany Ansel.

Irene continued to stare at Ansel from where she was standing, with a deep look in her eyes.

"Let me take care of you until you get well, after that I will really go far from your life. I promise!" irene's determination along with her heart's conviction that has been round.

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After the doctor's office, Darren and Dyra are now back in front of Ansel's ward. Currently both have great hopes to be able to see Ansel healed as usual. But of course they must get a suitable corneal donor for Ansel.

"Yes. Only, can we find a suitable donor?" Dyra's face was pale with a deep sadness.

Darren who saw that, became even more anxious. "Dyra dear, you better go home, delivered by Owen huh. You need to rest!" darren said full of worry while rubbing the hair of his wife to try to make Dyra feel calm.

"No Hubby, I'm not tired. I still want to keep you company."

Darren knitted his eyebrows together, displaying a facial expression that disagreed with Dyra's rejection.

"But you look so tired, baby. I don't want you to get sick from this." Darren clasped Dyra's hand tightly and kissed the back of his hand with tenderness.

Dyra reviewed the smile on her face, getting a special treatment from Darren. Although he knew at this time Darren's mind was very upset to think about Ansel's condition, but he did not show a look of panic or sadness. Maybe because Darren does not want to look fragile, in the eyes of Dyra who is currently weak.

"I'm strong, you calm down. I'll always be by your side, to keep strengthening you, Hubby."

Darren returned a smile that started to re-rise on Dyra's face. "Thank you dear, you've been willing to accompany me, when faced with this matter."

Their eyes looked at each other closely, as if affirming that the two will strengthen each other, because it is not true that love should be present not only in happy times, but also in happy times, but when the crisis is happening, love must remain to strengthen each other.

"Well, if that's your will, thank you, baby."

"No need to thank me. I'm your wife." Dyra gently touched the jaw of her husband's face, and the two seemed calmer than before.

Darren covered the smile on his face, holding his wife's hand which was still on his face. "You are not only my wife, but also my life, you are my life and my death."

Dyra smiled happily at the romantic words that came out of her husband's mouth. His heart is now blissful, although still shrouded by his anxiety over Ansel's current condition.

"Hopefully we can find a suitable corneal donor for Ansel, so that he can look back," Dyra said hopefully.

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