Sharing Love: Wife Ventilation of Your Desire
IPH CHAPTER 30 - Should You Be Happy or Sad?

Not yet Aira answered all the words of Ibrahim, doctor Liana entered the nursery. Check Aira's condition carefully.

Two nurses who always followed Liana's doctor wrote down Aira's health condition in a note.

"Madam Aira, you don't get tired again, rest a lot and try to eat a lot of ya. You can go home, but I recommend first being treated in the hospital for 3 days," said Liana doctor attentively.

"But Doc_"

"Well Doc, we take your advice," Ibrahim quickly cut in, before Aira finished his remarks.

"We moved to the VIP room, baby, then we asked Sumi to bring Yusuf here. Even they can also stay at the hospital with us," explained Ibrahim directly to the wife, did not want Aira to think badly with his intentions this time.

Hearing the husband's explanation, Aira also carved her smile thinly. Joseph was the one to consider going home soon. Especially from yesterday Aira did not see his son. His feeling of longing could no longer be held. No matter if his hips ache he wants to go home soon.

But hearing Ibrahim's explanation made Aira breathe a sigh of relief, he slowly nodded his head.

Ibrahim who saw it was the same leg, he stroked the head of Aira fondly.

While Doctor Liana who saw this beautiful scenery even smiled a little. He really hoped that Ibrahim would really treat Aira well, as he promised.

After Liana's doctor left, Ibrahim immediately moved the wife to the VVIP room. The living room resembles a small apartment. The main room is for the patient and there is one more room for the family. The family room is filled with two beds. There are also several long sofas for visitors. A small kitchen is also available there.

"Is it not too much for us to move into this space?" ask Aira. Now Ibrahim is moving his body from the push bed to the main bed of this room.

"No dear, this is not excessive, will not be able to make up for my mistakes with you," said Ibrahim softly, even his gaze was still soft.

"I'm sorry" Ibrahim said. The two looked at each other until they did not realize that the two nurses had gone from there with their push-beds.

Aira who saw that deep gaze could only fall silent, trying to find the truth from the eyes of the husband.

Did Abraham really apologize?

Is Ibrahim sincere when he calls him dear?

Is this really not a dream?

Butwhy? aira asked inwardly after being confused by her own thoughts.

"Apologies for what?" aira asked, the two of them were still looking at each other closely.

Until finally Ibrahim who first disconnected the gaze, then sat on the side of the bed and grasped tightly one of Aira's hands.

Grasping her softly as if showing all the love she had.

"I'm sorry about being in the car, I harassed you like this" said Ibrahim Lirih, he did not look into Aira's eyes, his mind was still struggling to think of an excuse to make everything look reasonable. I don't want Aira to know anything about their dead son.

"Mas really feel guilty? not just a show?" aira asked, seeing the husband who was still loyal to bow his face, reluctant to look at him.

But when he heard Aira talk about the charade, Ibrahim immediately raised his face, returning to reply to the many questions from his wife.

Ibrahim shook his head.

"Don't baby, I swear to you, I'm not playing a show. I really regret all this. I beg Aira, I beg you not to part, give me a chance to redeem everything. Give me a chance to treat you well. I'll make up for it all," explained Ibra at length, speaking hurriedly wanting Aira to know her heart immediately.

A heart that was already completely for Aira.

A feeling he wanted to shake but could not.

"Jealous?" aira asked parroted, repeating the words of the husband.

"Yes Aira, I'm jealous, you know why? because I love you," replied Ibra who now began to confess her feelings.

No matter if he had to lick his own saliva, but that was what he felt now.

"really? you didn't lie?"

"No, how do you believe it?"

Aira fell silent, thinking of an answer she would give her husband. Find out if it is true that it is more valuable than anything else.

"I want my grandfather's treasure in my name back" said Aira, and she saw the husband nodding his head quickly.

"Give me dear, it is your right, I have no right to use it at all" Ibrahim replied solemnly.

"Even if you want to go back to being CEO I will allow it, whatever you want I will fulfill it. I would not even work if you asked me to keep Yusuf at home," Ibrahim explained, both of his netizens looking deeply at Aira, wanting Aira to know that what she said was real. No lies, no more theatrics.

While Aira was unmoved, still unable to accept if this was all real.

"What if I ask Ibra to divorce Sonya's mother?" aira asked again with her voice still soft, she knew this request was unreasonable.

"Well, I'll divorce Sonya right now."

The deg!

at once the heart of Aira stopped beating, how easily Ibrahim granted all his wishes.

If I'm honest, Aira does want Ibrahim just for himself. There's no one else. But the corner of his heart still opposed his desire. To live happily does not mean to destroy others.

"Ti-no Mas, don't divorce Sonya. I just want Sonya and I to stay apart."

"No Aira, I'll divorce Sonya, not just for you. But between us there is no longer a match_"

"No Mas, don't divorce Sonya. Whatever the reason, I'll feel very guilty," Aira cut off quickly.

For a moment between them there was only silence. Ibrahim fell silent, thinking about how good it was, between him, Aira and Sonya.

Slowly, Ibrahim touched his wife's hand again, and even kissed her a glance.

"I'm going to say something, maybe something that is difficult for you to believe" Ibrahim said.

"I don't love Sonya anymore and just love you, Sonya has made a fatal mistake, my love for her is lost not only because of you, but also her mistake" explained Ibrahim.

Aira was silent, faithfully listening.

"I won't divorce Sonya the way you want, but if Sonya wants to part with me, I won't hold her back" Ibrahim said.

And again Aira was just silent, she did not know what to do. Should you be happy or sad?