My Wife Drabia's
77. Go away

In prison, Kevin smiles after hearing Drabia in a coma in the hospital. It felt that his revenge had been avenged even though Drabia was not to death.

"It's also at home his life in the body" muttered Kevin silly.

Although the sentence increased for life again, no problem for Kevin. The prison was already the most convenient place for him. Because even if he was free, his life would be meaningless. He can no longer enjoy the women out there. Mending spent time in prison.

"Lake in!"

The loud voice managed to turn Kevin's eyes towards the entrance of the prisoner's room.

"Hey bro! Why did you follow me here?" kevin asked, laughing, seeing Irham being pushed into the room. The face of Ilham looks battered formless. Looks like Irham just got a bogeman from the police.

"It's all because of you!" furious Irham.

Kevin laughed out loud." You're the stupid one" he said.

He wants the man to be used, just because he offers a lot of money. Did he think after the shooting, he would be able to escape from the police.

"Why are you laughing?"

Kevin stopped his laughter hearing Irham's stupid question.

"ah! ja. Why am I laughing too?" ask Kevin with a bright face.

Kevin approached Irham, wrapped his hands around the man's back neck." When you get here, will you give me the money I gave you?. It's so useless here" Kevin said still unable to let out his smile.

"You're just using me, right?" irham asked, staring in the face of Kevin.

"Who said? Nevermind! we're here" Kevin replied casually. It was as if they were in a comfortable place.

Bukh! bukh! bukh!

"Aw!"

Kevin, who had been knocked to the floor by Irham's surprise attack on his face and stomach, complained while wiping the blood flowing from the corner of his lips.

"Free of you beating me, you won't be free from this place anymore." Kevin stood up from the floor with a sweet smile, as if Irham were a woman.

Irham, furious, hit Kevin again with his fist. Kevin did not reply at all. He smiled even though he was in pain. It seems like the man is already insane, because the booby carrot never woke up again.

"Hey! why are you fighting?" the thunderous sound managed to stop Irham's hand from punching Kevin.

"I blame me" replied Kevin, turning his face in pain.

The policeman pulled Irham, moved him to another detention room.

Kevin smiled with satisfaction.

**

A week after the surgery, Drabia has not been aware of his coma. Such munkin is how God protects him from pain, by depriving him of consciousness. Let him rest so sleepily.

During that week, Ansel never came home from the hospital, and never came out of the Drabia treatment room.

"Darling, wakeup! don't you want to feed our child?. He needs you dear" said Ansel kissed the back of Drabia's hand in his gangganm from earlier.

"Ansel, said your pediatrician can already be brought home."

"Ma, please take care of our baby Ma. I have to accompany Drabia here. Later he woke up no one saw him" said Ansel pleading with his mother.

Nimas' mother nodded with a smile. Of course he would not mind taking care of the baby, what else the baby is his grandson.

However, for months Drabia had been lying on top of the hospital gurney. Marya hasn't opened her eyelids yet.

"Assalamu aleikum Mama!, Salwa is coming!" exclaimed Ansel into the care room his wife was carrying a baby who was eight months old in her cradle. The baby girl just smiled revealing her newly grown teeth.

"Let's go, kiss the mama." Ansel, who had been standing next to the safe, brought the baby's face closer to Drabia's. As already understood, the baby was sticking his lips to the skinny cheeks of women who were still reluctant to open the eyes.

"Doain Mama to heal quickly yes, son" said Ansel smirked his daughter's cheeks with glassy eyes.

Nine months on, his wife still did not want to wake up. I don't know what his wife dreamed until she refused to open her eyes.

"Ma!" said the baby clapped his hands in excitement.

Ansel smiled, hearing his daughter say the word, Ma. Maybe because Ansel often said Mama. So that his daughter knew to say the word, Ma. And every time Ansel visited Drabia, he always brought Salwa.

"Ma ma" the baby pointed towards Drabia.

"She's your dear Mama" Ansel said, teaching her to get to know Drabia.

"Ma, Ma ma" said little Salwa again.

Either he understood what it was Ma said, or Ma ma. Ansel didn't know either.

"Daddy's daughter played here first." Ansel put his little daughter in a round baby carriage. Little Salwa immediately stepped her feet below, making the baby carriage run to and fro, causing noise in the room. In addition, a toy that reads crincling crincing in front of him that continues to be hit.

Ansel gave his smile. In times of sadness like this, Salwa always managed to cheer her up with a smile of laughter and cheer on her face.

"Look at your daughter Drabia, in exactly like you. Don't you want to see it?" ansel's Lirih. His throat hurt when he spoke.

Ansel took his foot into the bathroom of the room, to take ablution.After completion, directly out, back to the side of the Drabia gurney after taking the Qur'an from the drawer of the nightstand. Ansel sat his body in the chair next to the gurney. Then read the scriptures in his hand, begging the divine robbi so that his wife is healed.

During this time, his wife was very diligent in teaching almost every day. But nine months ago, his wife couldn't do that anymore. And all this time, Ansel did it for his wife who could not worship anymore. Wishing his wife to hear the beautiful and sweet words of God come out of Ansel's lips.

After ending his teaching, Ansel put the scriptures back in his hands into a drawer. Then he approached Drabia and kissed her on the forehead with tears streaming down her cheeks.

'God, I love her so much. But if death is best for him, I am sincere, O God. But I beg you, forgive all his sins and place him in your future paradise' Ansel's inner self.

Not to pray for his wife to die. But if his wife survives only for him, and can only lay weak without being able to do anything. That's not better according to Ansel.

Ansel cried sobbing unable to endure the deep sadness and longing in his heart anymore.

"Go Drabia, go if you want to go. Don't worry, I'm not getting married again. I'm only yours Drabia, forever you'll be my wife" sobs Ansel pasted her cheek on the wife's skinny cheek.

"Well ! huaaaa....!"

Little Salwa's cry managed to stop Ansel's cry. Ansel moved away from Drabia's body while wiping away her tears. Then lifted up his daughter who pulled the cloth of her pants.

"Why are you crying, baby?." Ansel kissed her daughter's cheek while rubbing her head.

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