MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU

Dila insisted on returning home from the hospital. He did not want to be transferred to a foreign hospital or stay in the healing process.

Dila just wanted to go back to her house. Sleep in her bed, and spend time with her baby and husband.

The woman is still strong. She could still walk, and while she could, Dila wanted to carry out her duties as a wife.

Because of that request, Dion could do nothing. What matters is the happiness of his wife. He did not want those two clear eyes to shed tears. Well Reyhan also obeyed what Dila wanted, namely running outpatient at home.

This morning was a very bright day, but it was cloudy for my heart. The flowers that I cultivated to grow developed, have now begun to wither. The fragrant aroma began to fade even though I had added a myriad of love fertilizers to nourish it.

"It's time to take the medicine" Dion said, propping five pills on a small plate.

Dila looked at her husband. Since returning home from the hospital, Dion put on an annoyed face. His eyes implied anger, but still he served Dila.

Two large pills, and two round pills with small shapes. It felt like Dila's throat couldn't swallow so much medicine. Every day three times a day he had to suffer by taking the medicine.

Dila took one by one a fairly large pill, then took it. Then two small pills he took simultaneously. Dila could not whine to refuse; for he would make Dion return in anger.

"Now go to sleep" said Dion.

"Let me cook lunch for you. Delilah must have missed my cooking."

"If you're bored, I'll take you to the park." Dion lifted Dila's body onto a wheelchair, then wrapped his wife in a thick blanket.

"Honey, I'm hot if it's covered with blankets" said Dila.

Dion doesn't care. He pushed the wheelchair out of the room towards the back garden of the house. The outside air can be felt when he reaches the park.

"The air is fresh" said Dila.

"For me the air here is very crowded" said Dion.

"I miss my husband. Where is he? Where is the smile that always makes this heart rustle."

Dion was resting below Dila's knee. He put his head on his wife's lap. Tears dripped from his mouth. He is very afraid of what will happen in the future.

"Please don't talk about my pain. Please give me memories I will not forget until the end of my life. Please let go of all the fears that hit you because actually we will remain separated" said Dila.

Dion clasped his arms around Dila's legs. "If I do, it will be hard for me to let you go."

On the one hand, Dion did not want to hurt Dila by forcing chemotherapy. The effect of that would even hurt his wife. It had to be how much Dila would pass through it all, it felt like Dion could not imagine it.

Behind the effort there will be results obtained. It is not Dila's intention to precede destiny. Nor does he want to be healed. However, circumstances that are not possible.

The nesting tumor has reached stage three, and will spread. The tumor may be reduced, but in the end he will also feel pain during the treatment.

Dion turned his head to look at Dila who was crying. "My dear. No cry. These tears are precious. Forgive your husband's mistakes."

"How can I not cry if my husband puts on an upset face?"

Dion hugged Dila. "I'll make you happy. Forget your pain, and I'll forget my fear."

That time also came. Where the illness suffered increasingly gnawed. Out of the hospital into rutunitas in order to eliminate a little pain that whack.

Dila can only lie on the bed. Every day his son-in-law, besan and in-laws visit. Dila's friends who knew about it also came to visit, giving support to Dion to stay steadfast. Dion kept smiling, even though his heart was sad.

The body becomes thin. The cheeks that contain now deflated. The words coming out of those sweet lips sounded vague. But the husband, remain patient in caring for his beloved wife.

Six months later, Dion became his wife's nurse. There was no disgust even if he had to do the job, even though there was a lot of money to hire a nurse. Dion really took care of Dila who was like a baby. He also continued to sleep beside Dila, although his wife had repeatedly forbidden it.

"Eat first, dear," said Dion by thrusting a straw into Dila's mouth so that it could be smoked, and could eat more.

There was no answer from Dila because his condition was very concerning. The liquid food splattered in his mouth. Dion swiftly took the tissue, then wiped it.

"Here you go" said Dila.

"We're going to the hospital again now. The ambulance is coming in a little while" Dion said, then he put the bowl of food on the table.

"The moon is coming" said Reyhan, who had entered the room.

"I'll prepare Dila first. You've got that bag of gear, " said Dion.

Reyhan grabbed the bag of supplies shown by Dion, and he fell silent as he smelled an unpleasant scent.

"I'll get a nurse, please" Reyhan said.

Female nurses do exist, but only to take care of eating Dila in the sense of cooking, and prepare a menu of what is good for patients with brain tumors. Installing an infusion hose because it is Dila in such circumstances.

"I can do it. I don't want the nurse to look at my wife's disgust."

"I'll help you."

"Where might I show my wife a sensitive part" Dion said.

"I'll prepare the washing needs." Reyhan went straight into the bathroom. Carry a basin of warm water, soap, tissue, and also a small towel. After putting it in his best friend's front stroller, Reyhan exits the room because Dion is not happy that he is there.

Dion grimaced at the sight of his wife's sensitive part. Not because of the scent or disgust, but the back of it peeled off his skin. Dila must have felt sore because of that. Already various moisturizers Dion give so as not to irritation, but still the skin behind it flushed red. This was due to Dila's position lying constantly.

"I'm sorry" said Dila samar.

"It's my job."

Dila shed tears. Why has the universe not taken his life? He didn't want to torture Dion continuously like this. Dion, is her husband. The person he was supposed to serve, but this was even the opposite.

"Don't feel guilty like that. I'm your husband who will always be there for you." Dion wiped away the melted tears that stained Dila's cheeks. He kissed both eyes that to open was very difficult. "I've always loved you."

Seriate.

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