My Wife Drabia's
54.World afterlife

Ansel slowly opened his eyelids, then turned his gaze to every corner of the room that looked all white. Smelling the pungent aroma of the drug, Ansel was sure he was in the hospital.

"Drabian!" he said he immediately sat his body lying down from when, Ansel did not know.

"You're awake!"

Ansel turned his gaze towards the sofa that was in the room. Ciko stood up from her seat and walked over to her.

"Where's Drabia?" tanyak." Diamana Pak Ilham, Dafa and Lea" he asked again before Ciko could answer his first question.

"In the morgue" replied Ciko

Ansel immediately fell silent, without the order of tears just shed.

"Drabia, my wife" she cried sobbing.

Ansel's gust pulled the infusion needle stuck in his hand, and directly descended from the top of the bed out of his treatment room.

"Drabian!" his roar ran towards the hospital morgue.

"Drabia darling, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you run after me!" roar Ansel again with his heavy voice while running.

Arriving in front of the morgue, Ansel pushed the door of the room violently open. Inside the morgue, there was not a single corpse or who.

Ansel turned his body towards the back, as someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Well, are you here?" ask Mr. Ilham.

"Dad!" muttered Ansel." Where's Drabia Dad?."

Mr. Ilham frowned." In the treatment room. You're one room, when you don't see it?."

Ansel fell silent, his jaw hardened. He must have been working with his friend Ciko.

'Ansel's inner 'imprudent' stepped his foot back into his treatment room. And stupidly he was, why couldn't he see Drabia in his room earlier.

Arriving at her treatment room, right, Drabia was in the same treatment room as her. Drabia appears to be asleep on top of a gurney next to his safe.

"Your wife is lying on the bed next to yours, when you don't see" Ciko jolted her head. At the end of this, his best friend's brain is often not focused.

Ansel ignores Ciko, choosing to approach Drabia who is sleeping on top of the gurney.

"I'm sorry" said Ansel touching Drabia's hand, then peeking at her forehead.

Drabia reviewed her smile and wrapped her two hands around Ansel's back.

"Don't be angry anymore" Drabia replied.

Ansel looked at Drabia's smiling face towards him. His wife was working on it again.

"Drabiaaaa!" ansel's anxiety, his chest looks up and down holding back anger.

"She said love is with me" said Drabia speaking with pursed lips, but her face was glowing.

"But you're playing me dear Drabia" Ansel doesn't know what his wife wants to do to him. Drabia always manages to make him resentful, annoyed, angry, angry, worried.

"I built that company for us, for our children. And also so that your mother does not look down on us anymore" explained Drabia." I thought you'd be proud to have a wife like me" he added, sulking.

"Yes I'm proud, but please stop pranking me" Ansel upset.

Of course he was proud to see his wife succeed, even able to compete with him. But what Ansel does not like, Drabia continues to work on it from the time of their children.

Drabia commented on her smile, how else, she really liked Ansel's annoyed face.

"No promise hehehe.." grinned Drabia.

"See, I will punish you if you are ignorant again" Ansel threatened to pull Drabia's nose.

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Time passed, after being treated one day a night in the hospital. Ansel and Drabia have returned home. Because their injuries were nothing bad, and they were both fine as well.

"You stay in this house. I'm going back to the old house. The house is a pity if not occupied" said Mr. Ilham to Drabia and Ansel who were eating their dinner from their respective plates.

"Satisfied Dad, Drabia doesn't matter, if Mom and Dad live here. Even Drabia is happy" Drabia replied.

Ansel remained silent without comment. Because the house is not his home. He also stayed at the wife's house.

"Tonight, Mom and Dad are moving out." Mr. Ilham took a sip of water from his glass after finishing the food in his mouth.

"Why not tomorrow?, it's night." Why did his father rush to move?, thought Drabia.

"It's only eight at night" replied Mr. Ilham, not late at night.

"Dad is free to live anywhere. It's up to you" Drabia replied.

"You're Ansel"

Ansel who was called his name immediately turned to look at Mr. Ilham who was sitting at the end of the table.

"Don't hurt my daughter again, neither her heart nor her physique. Because I never hurt him. If he makes a mistake, or does something you don't like. Reprimand him well, remind him, educate him, guide him. Because he is your responsibility The world of the Hereafter. If one day you don't love him anymore, or are already unable to guide him, give him back both good and good Dad. Don't hit or torture slowly" advised Mr. Ilham to his son-in-law.

"Yes Well, I won't repeat my mistakes again" Ansel replied sounding sincere.

"Dad hopes, you love each other, and respect each other" said Mr. Ilham again. He then turned his eyes towards Drabia.

"And you're Drabia"

"Yes Dad!"

"Remember your nature as a wife. Even though your money and wealth are more. And your position in the company is higher. Ansel remains your leader in the household. He is your imam, do not once resist or refute his orders, as long as it does not deviate from the teachings of Religion" advised Mr. Ilham again to his daughter.

"Yes Well" obedient Drania looked down.

"Hm then, your father and mother go first." Mr. Ilham stood up from his seat, following April the faithful woman was beside him despite not liking his daughter.

Drabia and Ansel also stood up, following in the footsteps of Mr. Ilham and April from behind, driving him to the front door.

"Father and Mama you go first" Pamit Pak Ilham.

" Heart Well" said Drabia greeting Pak Ilham and April.

So did Ansel, doing the same with Drabia.

After the death of Mr. Ilham and April. Without aba, Ansel immediately lifted Drabia's body after closing the door.

"Try me a long time ago you brought me this way. Maybe our son is two" said Drabia wrapped both hands around Ansel's neck.

"That's why I don't want to put it off anymore. I want to make you pregnant with my son" Ansel replied. Despite the pain, Ansel still carried Drabia up the stairs to the second floor of the house.

"We just finished eating" said Drabia. Don't tell me her husband wants to eat it now.

"That's why, let the burning in our stomach grow faster" Ansel replied grinning." Open the door, baby" tell her to come in front of the door.

Drabia turned their bedroom door knob. Suddenly Drania's heart was beating very fast. This is the time Ansel will fulfill his rights.

"But I'm afraid of Ansel" Drabia's face paled as Ansel placed his body on the bed.

Ansel reviewed his smile, dropping a kiss on Drabia's forehead, peeling it for quite a while.

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#Where is his passion for authority?.