Nackal Duda
Endeavors

Did Tara and Damar run aground?

They're getting a divorce?

Isn't this what I want?

Isn't this what I expected long ago?

Why did I hear it when I felt ordinary?

Then why is it that when Tara offers to come back with me, I no longer want her?

I remembered the prayer that Tari said at night. How scared he was to lose me. How he asked God so earnestly that I would not fall into Tara's arms again.

Did the prayer he prayed finally come out?

I did want to see Tara and Damar suffer for betraying me. But I don't want to go back to Tara. I'm thinking of Dance at home.

I increased the speed of my car. I'm gonna get home fast. It's getting night. The streets are getting quieter.

Dance must be waiting for me at home. I'm sorry, I promised I wouldn't go to the discotheque again but I denied it.

I tried calling Tari. He didn't pick up my call. Is he still angry?

When I lifted my face, I saw a cat crossing over. I reflexively slammed the steering and...

Ckiiiiettt

Braakkkkkkk

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Utari

It's late and Om Agas hasn't come home yet. It's for sure he's having fun to the discotheque!

Why is it so hard to wake up that nackal Om-om?!

Older age, behavior becomes more and more!

I wait for Om Agas to come home until 10 p.m. Not home yet. This has fixed if Om Agas to discotheque!

Bummer!

It's not that I'm sorry for hurting my heart again with the accusation that I like other men and comforting myself!

If Om Agas back captivated with other beautiful girls how dong? Huaaa.... I don't want to lose Om Agas...

I waited for Om Agas to fall asleep in the living room. At 1 o'clock and Om Agas still haven't come home either. The car's not in the garage.

I saw my HP and there was a missed call from Om Agas once. I called him back too.

Several times the phone rings he did not pick up. I'm not desperate. I kept calling him until someone finally picked him up.

"Hallo, where's Om?" ask directly.

"Hallo." answered a woman.

Degs...

Who picked up my phone? Not the sound of this Om Agas!

"Who is this? This is Om Agas, right?" ask again. I'll make sure that what I call is Om Agas.

"I'm a nurse at Family Health Hospital That's Important, can you know this with Mr Agas ready?"

The infirmary?

"I'm his wife!" quickly answer.

"Mr Agas had an accident and is now at IGD Family Health Hospital That Matters."

Um Agas accident? Oh Allah Om...

"Well I came. Can you tell me the full address?"

I recorded the address given by the nurse earlier. I picked up my jacket and wallet and ordered a taxi.

Along the way, my mind felt confused. What if Om Agas doesn't survive? How about Om Agas why?

O Allah why should I be angry with Om Agas?

Why am I snooping?

I should have been more patient from the beginning with Om Agas.

Am I not the one who wants to change it for the better? Why did I become an impatient person?

Oh Allah Om.... Maafin Dance...

Dari should have remained patient and accepted everything about Om. Dari should add to the stock of patience Dance and not even get carried away by emotions.

If Om survives, Dari Promise will be more patient to face Om Agas. Promise dance!

After paying the taxi money, I ran towards IGD. With tears in my eyes, I asked where Om Agas was.

"Excuse me, I'm Mr. Agastya Wisesa's wife. I got word that my husband had an accident." I said while wiping away the tears that kept running down my face.

"Please, Mom!"

I was then escorted to Om Agas' place. Om Agas was asleep with his head bandaged.

"Oh my God, Om!" while crying I hugged my beloved husband.

The sleeping Om Agas woke up to hear my voice.

"Who are you?" tanyakanya.

"Om don't know Dance? This is Om's wife's dance. How to live Dance if Om does not know Dance? Hua.l...."

I wiped my tears and kept calm. "Tell the doctor first. Oh, it's definitely healed!"

Just now I was standing, Om Agas pulled my hand. He smiled and said. "I remember you the same. I was just saying you doang."

I was washing my lips. "Not funny! Dari was very worried about Om to why! Oh really yes! It's so bad to dance!"

"You are angry with me! Don't sulk! You take care of the administration! We're moving to the VVIP room! I didn't like it long here. A lot of patients make me want to be more God!" the answer.

"Good dong! It's better to dance to make a long time here!" my reply.

"This child is even baled by her husband's words! Scrap urus!"

"Yes.. yeah!"

I also took care of the administration and Om was transferred to the VVIP room as he wanted. The doctor had told the state of Om Agas who may still be dizzy because of the impact on his head. Thankfully, Om is okay. Just a mild concussion.

This VVIP room is like being in a hotel. Luxurious. How many were in this hospital last night?

"Om, how much was this last night in my room? Must be expensive, Om! Just wasting money!" my protest.

"Let's go! Money is my money too! I got covered by insurance. Just pay for the shortcomings! You are not the situation I even protested from earlier! Bales talk to me again!" gerutu Om Agas at length.

"So the doctor has clearly the same dance state Om how. Therefore Dance is no longer the same Om." I replied.

"That's what the doctor said. He didn't know that my head was dizzy. I'm still dizzy again!"

"Dizziness? Want Tari to call the nurse and the doctor?" again I pulled my hand.

"No need! You just pray!" He patted the side of his empty bed. "Sit's sitting here!"

I'm according as usual. I raised my hand and prayed for my beloved husband.

"It's been washed by his head." he ordered.

I said, though afraid to make Om even more in pain because of my mouthwash.

"Bottom heads aren't rubbed too?" goda.

"For the pain! Sebel Tari is the same Om!" subconsciously I hit his chest until Om complained.

"Ouch! It hurts too! Very rude to her husband!"

"Sorry Om... Dance apologise. Where's that sick?" I rubbed his chest I hit while blowing it like treating a child who was sick from a fall.

He pulled me into his arms. "Here you bobo next to me!"

"But what if the doctor finds out?"

"Why are we doing? I just want to sleep and hug you! It has been a few days that have not caught you. I have trouble sleeping. Here hug me!" whinek Om Agas with spoiled.

Is it true that Om Agas can't sleep without my arms? My heart was so full of flowers to hear it.

I followed him and lay down next to him. Different turned out to be a 3rd class bed with a VVIP class. When I was sick, the bed was hard and the pillow was thin. It's very comfortable. Money does not lie.

"I'm sorry yes. I hurt you a lot. I realize I can't move on yet. I also did not think that my heartache was so great. Instead of saying what has happened, I will make you hurt by my actions. You want to apologize to me?"

Oh Allah... Om Agas realized his mistake. Not just an apology. What was my dream last night?

"Sorry Dance too, Om. Dari was angry and impatient to face Om. Dance promises will be more patient facing Om. Even though Om sucks."

"I eat that when you say that!" Om Agas kissed my cheek affectionately. I held my arms around her and fell asleep.

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