Sharing Love: Wife Ventilation of Your Desire
IPH CHAPTER 31 - Regrets

That day, Sumi and Yusuf came to the hospital. Together with a driver and brought some things for Lady Aira and Mr. Ibrahim.

Joseph's baby box was provided there by Ibrahim, next to Aira's bed.

Seeing the attitude of Ibrahim who was so considerate and always spoke with his soft voice made Aira feel happy and scared at once.

But Aira always tried to think well, hushusnuzon on the husband.

"I feed you, it is time for lunch" said Ibrahim, as he approached Aira, who was carrying Joseph on his lap. Aira remained in bed, bedrest as recommended by Liana.

Aira was silent, answering her husband's words with a small nod and a smile on her lips.

He opened his mouth as Ibrahim began to feed him.

"Mas also ate," said Aira and Ibrahim nodded. They ate a plate together with the same spoon.

Bik Sumi who saw the beautiful scenery also smiled. Still between believing and not, after Lady Aira fell ill, her master immediately changed this drastically.

Sumi wondered, What really happened? what did Lady Aira experience until Mrs Ibrahim changed so drastically?

Is Miss Aira just exhausted? but why did Doctor Liana ask Lady Aira for bedrest?

Bik Sumi continued to ask many questions. But there was nothing he could find for himself the answer.

Finally Bik Sumi decided to ask Mr. Basir later. Bik Sumi had to ask that to know the reason for the change of the Master. It's nothing, Sumi just doesn't want Mr. Ibrahim to give the Madam false hope. To make her Lady again hurt.

The plate of rice ran out and Sumi picked it up. Bik Sumi also serves a large glass of water.

Ibrahim even cleaned his wife's lips using his thumb after Aira finished drinking.

Then took Joseph in the arms of his wife and let Aira rest.

Carrying Joseph, there was a drop of clear water flowing in the corner of Ibrahim's eyes. He quickly wiped away the tears and even twisted his body so that Aira could not see.

The guilt returned to Ibrahim, remembering he had killed his own son. A fetus that has not even had time to develop, live and meet his father and mother.

Astagfirulahalazim, inner Ibrahim continued to beristighfar so that his heart was a little relieved.

After making Joseph sleep in his trunk, Ibrahim also performed the prayer of the nobility. Praying that he did on his own will, not because of Aira's orders all this time..

Aira who saw that felt a warm feeling in her heart. Many times she was even grateful for the change of her husband.

"Sleep" asked Ibrahim, after praying he approached his wife and sat on the side of the bed.

"Mas doesn't want to sleep with me? He looked very tired" replied Aira.

The look on Ibrahim's face was clearly so tired, even his eyes looked faint.

"You're allowing it? I slept next to you?" ibrahim asked, he looked at Aira with a deep gaze, but even Aira could not interpret what the gaze was, as if it was a look of pity and regret.

Even very strange when he heard Ibrahim asking permission to sleep next to him? Something as trivial is now Ibrahim asked for permission, but all this time Ibrahim always did as he pleased.

For a moment the two just looked at each other, until finally Aira nodded her head, then shifted a little to make room for her husband to sleep next to her.

Ibrahim climbed up, pulled the blanket and took his wife into his arms.

instead of sleeping, Aira changed their position, bringing Ibrahim in his arms. Hiding the husband's face in the chest.

"Mas who sleep, sleep," said Aira anyway, he continued to stroke the head to the back of the husband.

And Abraham hugged his wife's body. As he closed the tear fell back.

Aira had always been like this, treated her well and was so sincere. And Ibrahim always denied that.

I'm sorry Aira, I'm sorry, I killed our son, I'm sorry. Inner Ibrahim.

And Aira who felt the husband's embrace was getting tighter she carved her smile. I am thankful that this house can be saved again.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

In the afternoon Mr. Basir and Rachel's mother came back to visit Aira, they also brought parcels as a hand.

Rachel's mother sat beside Aira holding Joseph in both hands. While Ibrahim and Mr. Basir were sitting on the sofa, the sofa was located quite far from the bed Aira, but could still see each other.

"Aira, how are you? is there anything still that hurts?" rachel's mother asked with attention.

Before answering Aira smiled a little, meeting Rachel's mother made her remember the mother in the village, the sincere affection was so clear she felt.

"Thank God it's better, Mom, this morning my hips hurt so much, but after being given the medicine now the pain is reduced" Aira explained as it is.

Rachel's mother who heard Aira's reply frowned. Pain in the hip? bed rest break? and Aira's bleeding?

Did Aira miscarry? but why did Ibrahim just say that Aira was exhausted? Inner mother Rachel. Just like everyone else, he was suspicious of Ibrahim's change.

"Did your husband treat you well?" rachel's mother asked again and Aira's smile seemed wider. He even nodded his head.

"Yes ma'am, Ibra treated me well, even very well."

"Thank God" said Rachel's mother. On the one hand he wanted to ask more, wanted to clarify all his assumptions, but on the other hand he was very grateful when he saw the smile of Aira who reappeared.

The happiness of a wife is indeed from her own husband, and that is what Aira is experiencing now.

Ibrahim and Mr. Basir were also involved in serious talks. About the company and the annulment of Ibrahim's divorce suit.

The lawsuit, which again failed.

"The marriage is not a game sir, which if you want to end it must end, and vice versa" said Mr. Basir, he ventured to advise the Master. The master that Mr. Basir knew very well would not listen to his words.

"I'm sorry Mr. Basir, this time I won't change my decision again. Aira will forever remain my wife, forever I will maintain this household and treat Aira well" Ibrahim explained.

An explanation that also makes Mr. Basir stunned, only this time he heard Ibrahim who said sorry.

So surprised even Mr. Basir stared fixedly at Ibrahim's face to see a lie there.

But from the look of that face, all he found was sincerity and regret.

"Alhamdulilah," said Mr. Basir later.