Om Pamungkas
undecided

Sitting on the porch, he deliberately waited for his wife.

After an hour of sitting, a car stopped in front of the house, and his wife got out of the taxi online and walked into the yard.

Ratih passed by Pamungkas just like that, not feeling stale in the least.

Finally got up from the chair, following the steps of his wife, he noticed his wife who entered the room and immediately changed her clothes with the negligee.

While Ratih who is aware of the attention remains silent.

He put the medicine he got from the doctor on the bedside table.

Seeing it come closer, taking the medicine, flipping it over for a while and putting it back.

" What did the doctor say?" ask in a soft tone,

" my stomach is in trouble" replied Ratih slowly.

" Said to have a headache?"

" yes, said the doctor of the influence of stomach acid," explained Ratih.

" Why not talk to me?" I asked more slowly, though,

" about what?"

" hurt you?" He looked at his wife.

" Aren't you busy, how dare I bother you," replied Ratih in a tired tone.

" I'm your husband, who would you bother if it wasn't me?" He sat down in front of Ratih.

" What do people say if they know you're going to the hospital by yourself? even if I don't want to give you a call, should you call Hendra?"

" i told you, I don't want to disturb busy people" replied Ratih, the woman took a pillow and laid herself down.

He breathed a heavy sigh at his wife's behavior,

" Feed first, then take medicine," Finally touched Ratih's forehead.

" Had eaten in the street, all taken medicine" replied Ratih closing his eyes.

" What's really because of stomach acid?" ask the owner still worried.

" Right." Again the answer is short.

Finally quiet in place, although Ratih indifferently he remained silent waiting, while occasionally sighing heavily.

" How can I sleep if I keep breathing?" Patrol opened his eyes, though,

" Is there nothing you want to talk to me about?" ask Pamungkas arrived, he still expects the honesty of his wife.

" what are you talking about?" tanya Ratih looked at the Last,

Ratih could not sleep tonight, he was still imagined the incident last day.

His head hurt again,

the baby's cries were still ringing in his ears.

Innocent little baby, it's not fair that he should hate that baby.

Not hate, but pity..

As small as that he was separated from his mother, and his father could not be with him every day.

Without realizing Ratih sighed, he could usually hold the child of the affair Arga and Tias.

The last who had not slept heard his wife's breath.

" Why?" ask the manager,

" it's okay" replied Ratih,

" want me to massage your legs?"

Ratih was a little surprised, it has been a month over the attitude of the cold end, why arrive to massage his legs?.

" No need, just sleep." replied Ratih quickly.

But as if he had not heard, the man got up and touched his wife's feet.

" Yes, you??" Ratih pulled his leg in shock, but Pamungkas held him aloud.

" Be quiet, close your eyes." said Pamungkas still holding his wife's leg.

" but?"

" But what? Are you afraid I'm interrupting? I will not disturb people who are sick." said Pamungkas.

Hearing that Ratih relented, he let her husband stomp his feet.

The last who had seen Ratih sleep, rose from the bed.

He dared to touch his wife's HP lying on the table.

Just the first time, this really was the first time he touched his wife's stuff without permission.

He brought the HP out of the room, and sat in the living room where the lights had been turned off.

His feelings were not bad, he was worried between checking the HP or not, he was afraid of the reality that he might find.

What if he is still communicating with Arga, what if indeed Ratih has not been able to throw away his Love.

What he caught from Iwang's story was, the love that was still so great, from there came deep sadness and disappointment.