Not the Perfect Wife

Not the Perfect Wife
178. S2 - Mother does not know


Emran knows, surely at this time his son's feelings are not okay. He looked at Aydin who had a blank look. There is no life there. His spirit is gone.


"If you want to cry, cry. Put away everything you feel," said Emran and Aydin immediately slumped his face on the table with his hands resting on his hands.


She cried, shedding all the sadness she felt. Aydin didn't know what to do after this. The man was afraid that he would be asked to choose between the two people he loved so much at this time.


Aydin would never be able to do that. Nayla and baby are her world. If one has left, how will he live the next life.


Emran walked up to his son and stood beside Aydin. He rubbed his son's head, the man knew how devastated his son was now. Aydin, who knew that the father was at the side, immediately hugged him and cried.


She shed her tears in her papa's arms. Aydin has not done this for a long time. Last time he was like this, when the mother died. Emran could not hold back his tears. She was crying in silence.


Although Emran was a strong man, but if expected with his children, he was also just like the others, only an ordinary human being had a heart and feelings. Especially with the problems they are facing.


For a long time the two men were crying. Emran's clothes were wet, his eyes were red. Aydin also broke his embrace. Trying to look okay, just like Nayla did.


"What am I supposed to do now, Pa?" aydin asked with his head lowered, trying to wipe away the trace of his tears.


"We have no choice but to support Nayla because that's the only path we have right now. You have to support him, don't get mad because he's been lying to us."


"I'll never do that, Pa. Even if I'm disappointed, I'll never be able to get mad at him."


"It's good that it's like that."


"Pa, do you also know about this?" aydin asked as he looked at Emran who was answered with a slit by the man.


"Papa doesn't know, how to explain to your mother. You know, he loves Nayla so much. How would he feel if he knew Nayla like this? Papa's confused how to explain it?"


Aydin nodded. Let alone Yasna, she herself was unable to accept this reality then, what about her mother? She is a woman who has also lost her baby.


As a fellow woman, Yasna must have been very aware of Nayla's feelings. Moreover, he had experienced something even more terrifying than that.


"But Mommy will be much sadder, if you know when it's too late" Aydin said.


"Papa will think later, how to explain to mother."


The two men were silent. Fight with each other's minds. Thinking about the various possibilities that will happen to the daughter-in-law and granddaughter of this family.


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After Aydin calmed his heart and mind. He decided to go home. The man gave all his work to his father. Aydin would only occasionally come to the office.


The man left the company in the afternoon. Even now we have not yet entered lunch time. However, the man's mind was already muddled. Being forced to work will definitely fall apart.


"Assalamualaikum" said Aydin.


"Waalaikumsalam, tumben go home cepet, Mas? It's not lunch time either?" nayla asked after kissing the back of her husband's hand.


"It's okay, there's no work today. Instead of going to the office, I went home. In the office there is also my secretary, who knows everything."


"No, I deliberately went home to eat with you."


"But I haven't cooked yet" said Nayla. She didn't think her husband would come home. He wanted to eat porridge in front of the apartment.


"It's okay, let's order it. You don't get tired, here sit with me" said Aydin while sitting on the living room sofa. Nayla sits next to her husband.


The man rested his head on his wife's shoulder. The feeling of tightness that was a little reduced, is now increasingly crowded, when given how the wife struggles, against her disease alone.


"What's up, Mom? Is there a problem?" nayla asked as she felt Aydin hugging her tighter.


"It's okay, I just miss you. Can't I, if I hug you?"


"Maybe, Mas. It's just weird, you're home in the afternoon, now hug." Nayla feels something has happened to her husband, but what? He doesn't know either. Being asked will not answer.


"Oh yes, dear. It's baby checkup time tomorrow, right? Tomorrow I'll take you to a bigger hospital, how about it?"


"No way, we'll have a deal at the nearest hospital."


Actually Aydin also wanted to check the situation of Nayla, but saw his wife who objected. He also thought maybe later the man could consult a cancer specialist.


Aydin wanted to know about the disease. He won't let anything happen to his wife and son, whatever he will do to make them okay.


At night, when Nayla is asleep. Aydin looked at the face of the woman he loved so much. He had no idea how Nayla had lived her days all this time. Resisting all the pain she suffered and also hiding her grief in everyone, including herself as a husband.


Aydin felt like a completely useless husband. To take care of a wife alone she is incapable. How about his children? A drop of tears fell back from his eye, the man immediately wiped them away so that the wife would not see.


Nayla looks uncomfortable with her sleep. Several times the woman changed her sleeping position. Aydin once read an article that said, if the more the pregnancy age of a woman, then they will be more difficult to sleep.


He rubbed his wife's stomach as written in the article. Until when his wife fell silent. The man was happy just by watching Nayla sleep. She seemed to be comfortable with the husband's hand.


Aydin could not sleep. He went to the balcony. View the city at night. Even at times like this, people are busy with their activities. As if there was no time to rest.


The view of the city is so beautiful with flickering lights, in fact it is not able to make the burden in Aydin's heart lifted. He could only pray that God would give his wife a miracle.


The man raised his head to look at the dark sky. There are only a few stars. The wind through the skin. However, it was unable to make him shiver.


Aydin could not think clearly, as if all the path he wanted to go through was a ravine.


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