Sticks And Spells For A Princess' Love
Study in Hospital Part 3

"My husband Audrey, you know how sad I am about a deadly disease that continues to haunt me. My mind kept racing like a busy machine to take care of orders, then because it was not used to do the work that should be able to do. Is my life in a wheelchair or just sleeping? I had forgotten how I read and wrote with my hands; now the adopted son I love suffers from the same ALS disease as me and I was confused about not being able to help him. And you're telling me to calm down, can I sleep peacefully ?while Rita and Rita's biological father is still limp and critical just like me. Now take me to my booby room to start hurting."

Very crowded steps sounded from the space

seberi , and some medics were carrying a woman who

critically with an enlarged stomach passing through us; the woman with a sleeping kayang

and his body was stiff, the ECG rang irregularly signaling Aisyah's heartbeat

critical. While talking I saw Aisyah who was at her pacemaker using

sister's hand, but I immediately went into the ICU room afraid that Yudi's father was thinking

negative about his adopted son.

He tried to endure the pain he felt and

smile kindly to me. I opened the door and entered the room to deliver

Father Yudi. "Well, we're up to Dad. I'm resting and don't forget

praying for Rita's recovery."

His eyes were wet and looking at me. Body language

Yudi's father indicates he is still anxious to think about Rita getting worse.

"I thank you for Audrey's son always

patiently taking care of sickly Rita." He is very understanding with Rita

and me, even he couldn't help but thank me because

my adopted son has been well taken care of.

This time I'm taking care of more of the people I have

be loved. Mr. Yudi was still sitting in a wheelchair reading his office books.

"In that case, let's not have trouble reading books.

Audrey put me in bed." I used a device to transport people who

used in hospital. Father Yudi's body is now more and more taking care of because of illness

ALS. Yudi's father's body will be like Mr. Ruslan's constantly thin. Tomorrow Dad

lift Rita will heart surgery for the first, her heart will be replaced

with a heart transplant and will clear his lungs.

"Dad now there's a sister, then dad if there is one

anything tell Audrey. Asalamu Alaikum, I'm visiting Rita."

I saw Dad for last because tomorrow he's going to be in surgery. The exam is coming

every day is like a pimple that grows one by one, where patience is in

our chest how can we survive with an easy situation until that

truculent. The more intelligent we are in facing the test, the more the test

it's hard for us and there's a silver lining. Feelings of pleasure, sadness, anxiety and

grief enveloped me because Rita's biological father didn't succeed me in helping and

the disease is severe in surgery. He looked at me yesterday with

sad because he left his only child, he ordered to keep

Rita and her foster father when she died.

"WHY? WHAT'S UP?" I asked loudly at

the nurse who entered Rita's room.

"Miss Rita was unconscious after

convulsions and respiratory failure." I'm heading towards my wife she is

lying with his eyes closed and half naked as it ran out in shock

his chest to make his heartbeat come back.

He still had not responded to me when I held his hand

and I touch her feet, but I won't give up on calling her name and me

read a prayer so that he responds. "Rita, wake up baby. You don't sleep

like these. I miss the same smile you used to show me." Ku

love drugs that have been blender and stirred with other drugs through

slang around his neck with a syringe. I cleaned the saliva in his mouth

using a saliva suction device.

This made me anxious at all; his condition was indeed

weakness, and convulsions experienced due to ALS and other nerve diseases.

Rita sleeps with her eyes closed and her head on a typewriter

to type a laptop using the movements of the muscles of the face and eyes.

Rita's critical heart and nerves always put her in a coma and in pain. I

read the prayer again.

للهُ لَا اِلٰهَ إِلَّا هُوَ الْحَيُّ الْقَيُّومُ لَا

تَأْخُذُهٗ سِنَةٌ وَلَا نَوْمٌ لَهٗ مَا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ

مَنْ ذَا الَّذِي يَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهٗ إِلَّا بِإِذْنِهٖ يَعْلَمُ مَا بَيْنَ

أَيْدِيهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَلَا يُحِيطُونَ بِشَيْءٍ مِنْ عِلْمِهٖ إِلَّا

بِمَا شَاءَ وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضَ وَلَا يَئُودُهٗ

حِفْظُهُمَا وَهُوَ الْعَلِيُّ الْعَظِيمُ

Meaning of Chair Verse:

God, there is no God (who deserves to be worshipped)

but He Who is Eternal is again constantly taking care of (his being); no

sleepy and not sleeping. To Him belongs what is in the heavens and the earth. Non-existent

he can intercede with God without His permission. God knows

whatever is before them and behind them, and they are not

he knows nothing from the knowledge of Allah except what He wills. Chairs

God covers the heavens and the earth. And God does not feel heavy

both, and Allah is Most High, Most Great.

He heard me recite the verse of the chair, his hand

he moved and started to open his eyes.

"Suster?" I called the nurse who was taking care of me

my wife's.

"Yes?" Rita blinked her eyes and

convulsions when first conscious.

"Try cleaning the slang around his neck, maybe he's

breathing difficulty. He was convulsing with difficulty breathing and his heart was back

weakened. I want to feed him food, whether you can suck that saliva

in slang?" I said softly and softly because in the room

ICU and don't want to make Rita worse. The nurse put an oxygen mask on

his face, then my wife slang that was attached to his neck in the dislodged and on

clean up. My wife was still convulsing like a hot fish

on ground.

"I've cleaned it up and installed it now, he

it's back to normal. Do you want me to bring porridge for Miss

Rita?" ask the Sister in a polite tone. Rita cries looking at her feet and

his hand, I held him and I rubbed his forehead.

"Please take warm water also to compress

his hands and feet!"

"Well, I'll take warm water and cloth

compress for Miss Rita," Sister said and left the ICU room.

Rita came back with convulsions and her heart was weak again, I stroked

his chest and head were calm.

When I stroked Rita's head, she was convulsing

with white eyeballs, no pupils in sleep, my wife too

often experience PNE seizures like his biological father. When he's agitated.

"Darling, calm me down here." It's in pain

and exhausted, his heart was also weak. I can only stroke when he

agony. I sighed and stroked, seeing Rita always experiencing

myoclonus and PNE.

"Darling, let go of the disease. Relax, pull

breath." Rita's still convulsing, I put a pillow between the upper thighs

and below. He closed his eyes, but the conversion disorder he experienced was not

healed up. Yes, God how should I be? wife suffered. He was crying and

unable to type due to constant convulsions, she is critical.

"Can you breathe baby, or do I need to

permission for tomorrow to delay the baby tube process?" Because now I

just being able to keep him from being in pain, I massaged his head. He opens

his mouth to breathe when convulsing because his brain nerves have been damaged.

Rita's got convulsions on her shoulders, she's getting worse. Before Rita's heart

stop, I'm giving the doctor medicine.

"I can breathe, don't worry."

He typed with his cheek, typing it about

sales of his adoptive mother in the form of stitching mattress gloves and clothes. I

helped him read the documents of the prices of the bags he typed, his body which

a little thin didn't make him discouraged. He closed his eyes because of his chest

pain that makes his chest feel like there is a needle or rubber

binding to his heart organs. She smiled happily to send an email

a special technologist with a neuro-diffable patient - the first time he uses a device

the one I bought - a special laptop with a disability that he used.

"I'm grateful to be alive, thank you

I've been patient with my disabled care." He said with a type in

laptops. "I'm sorry, during my studies I suddenly relapsed and was unconscious

self."

"I help you sincerely, you're a part of the

my soul. How could I possibly throw you away in this state, I still

have a conscience and compassion." I stroked his head and bribed him

vitamins through a slang around his neck. Now he doesn't have to use slang in

nose.

"Then I can go home tomorrow, right? I mean

this sunday or Saturday?" He looked at me expectantly if I answered

Yep. Rita suddenly turned to the right with her head tilted and

his eyes seemed to see something, he convulsed and had respiratory failure.

But he realized it quickly, when I wanted to suck his saliva.

"What are you typing?" me

still staring at his pale face, and I elus his forehead.

"I'm typing heart surgery with

simultaneously nerve surgery can be done together or not." It

looking at my suddenly shocked face, I immediately closed my eyes and held back

how stubborn Rita was. He can't just operate, but maybe

nerve surgery can still be prevented or a spinal cord donor for

keep him running normally.

I looked down and saw his face, with a smile

my irony. "Surgeons do not want to perform dangerous operations

your life. Tomorrow I'll find a spinal cord transplant for you,

because your heart is not severe and your weight is normal even though you

still skinny."

Rita's breathing apparatus sounded, like my wife

sigh. "I was trying to see if it could or not that was all. I

don't tell you to force you to do things that stress you out."

"Have it, don't think about the things that make health

you're declining. You don't want the operation to be delayed, do you?"

I smiled as I looked at the window, enjoying

that Rita already thought that I enjoyed this idea. When I wipe

rita's face, she was looking at me with a smile. But, so is the view

we clashed, she suddenly cried and I dried her falling tears

dripping on his face. Rita suddenly coughed, her mouth like a stroke. Yes

God, I want to see my wife smile instead of crying like this

my wife's head was tilted, she cried withstanding pain in her muscles and heart

make himself cry. Rita wasn't like this usually, now she is

weep tired and stop breathing. I get so confused sometimes

Wanting to take Rita home was a difficult conclusion, even the doctor had already

I concluded that I could not help my wife. Rita is a woman who

he could count, read the Qur'an and pray in his sickness

keep working. Of course as a husband I can only resign because of nature

The stubborn Rita wants to have children and teach at the children's foundation cottage

an orphan. Last month, he was healthy and asked to go to the toilet

but when the cold of the other nerve disease appeared, it made me sad

and happy. Sadly, he did not want to be helped when the disease relapsed,

my wife walked in with chills and half convulsions. When I was taking you in

her bed suddenly relapsed her nervous illness but she did not cry

at least until finally he cried but still strong.

"Dad, Mother is strong. Don't you have to help

walk." I clearly remember him walking while holding the wall to his feet

and his trembling hands and convulsing. At that time he was lying in bed

with the body convulsing and shivering then want to vomit, chest and stomach

he suddenly began to move his lips and

his hands, his lips were tearing and his hands were trembling, my wife was failing

breathing in and vomiting, he raised one leg and was short of breath, then his hand

one stiffened and the other held the stomach in pain. He shivered and

convulsing while crying but not going to the hospital therein

my admiration even though he was in pain. I stroked his head slowly because of him

the pain of one leg bending and both hands like holding a handlebar

bicycle or like lifting iron while breathing, my feelings are mixed

I saw my wife who was critical at the time. He suddenly shivered and didn't

waking up at curfew, I panicked and called an ambulance. But today

ALS has not relapsed, but his hands are still limp he cries in pain

because of her shortness of breath and her chest pain maybe the movemont disorder was her

dystonia experiencing. I haven't gotten any lab results on her neural abnormality so

maybe tomorrow I'll take him to malesya or singapore for treatment.

"Holiday," he muttered, he blushed because

that date was his birth and I never thought I would take him home

face up to the day he will. He loved coming home today,

but he didn't realize that we were sending my wife home not because she was

healed unless you want to go abroad.

Now we are chatting in a relaxed manner. However

my wife suddenly raised her hand and held the handle on the mattress. I

quickly helped. I helped Rita walk with crutches

nya, but Rita shivered and convulsed her hands stiffened again when I

while stroking my wife the nurse came with vitamins, a basin filled with water and

a leash. Rita screamed in pain, her body shaking and convulsing

by following the movement of the feet that flinched.

"You're not healed yet, don't move. I

will wipe your body." I said I was angry because my wife wanted to go for a walk,

his body has not recovered from the disease. I slowly wiped the part

his hands and feet, and I replaced them with the new water in the tap room

baths.

He replied with a heart, I have installed

readers mind. "To the hospital park, tomorrow will be the last day in

here."

"Your disease has not healed properly. I've already been

promise me tonight will take you for a walk around the hospital. Think

you I'll have the heart to let my sick wife walk alone without

my surveillance?" I was upset and asked in an emotional tone, actually I

also do not have the heart how else my wife desperate to go for a walk.

"Why indeed? Do you want me not to

healing?" she felt the pain she felt.

Rita lay with a grimace and her eyes

flickered continuously and his cheek muscles twitched nonstop. I

and Rita was no longer angry with each other. We can understand each other, emotions

it arises not out of hate but out of loving and supporting one another

same other. Just lying down with the body convulsing that he could do,

I wanted to help her fear something might happen to her.

"Later tonight your appointment will bring you

take a walk, your foster mother will also accompany you." Now I'm stroking

his chest because he was still in pain. He opened his eyes little by little,

I wiped his head. My wife is still unconscious, she's convulsing every second.

Even if he hadn't been conscious until now, I would have paid the pilot to

drive a helicopter to Malesia or Singapore because of the conditions

it's getting worse since the surgery. I was told by my mother

when he was nineteen years old, Rita weakened and experienced

dystonia to the point of failing her breath, she cried out in pain and called for mother

birthmarks. And sent a video recording when Rita was critical, at that time she

holding his chest and convulsing. How horrible and sad, how sad,

I felt when I finished having the wedding. Adoptive mother

say, I should look cheerful don't make a sad face because of Rita

sensitive to the shock of a little heart crumpled and nervous disease as well

come smash Rita's tiny body.

"Sickness," Rita cried out in her condition

shivering, some time his illness stopped he was breathing and then I stroked

his chest and head. The ECG rang irregularly and my wife was getting louder

convulsing. Then I ended up injecting anti-convulsant drugs but drugs

it did not melt, he cried from exhaustion and experienced numbness in the

his right neck and cheeks.

"Breathless, I want to die. Helpfully

me," grunts.

"Dear, don't be afraid. You have to take a breath.

Is your chest hurting?" I can only lift it. Then I sucked water

saliva in the slang connected on the neck.

"I'm so tired, feet and hands hurt like

in stun." Rita beds briefly kayang, because her body is paralyzed

it's hard to stop the seizures. The air in the ICU room is getting colder, Rita

the worse the illness, and he didn't wear the jacket I wore

yesterday's.

I put on a blanket from a thick hospital and

turn off the AC due to cold weather outside and heavy rain. "I will

compress you, Rita."

He still has convulsions not yet able to answer

my word. I saw him moving his hands and feet with that face

sad, he tried hard even though his body was still convulsing. He breathes

shortly after his convulsions were not as severe as before.

"Warming already. I flicked my mama's feet, so

can breathe." I bent his legs slowly and massaged them.

He tried to endure the pain when I moved his leg

slowly. Attempts to endure pain were unsuccessful, my wife ball

his eyes turned white again and his lips were tearing.

"Slowly, my legs and hands hurt

once," he said while crying.

I nodded but did not speak. And I'm massaging

her hands and move her hands slowly then I massage the parts

his fingers. I after massaging him, setting the murotal on his laptop, he

seeing me push a button with a remote - his face was overjoyed when I

opening Murotal on his laptop-he was moved when I set up a letter about

marriage, and it expresses the content of his mind and heart.

"Sura An-Nisa verse 1?" tanyakanya.

Because I was surprised to tune my favorite A-Nisa verse 1 suart.

"I always heard it when I was old

eighteen years," he answered. "When I was in a coma, I heard a voice

my mother read this letter. My foster mother reads this every morning until night

along with the meaning and then he tells a happy romance story when

found me."

"I read this when I was 19 then I always

asking ustadz, what does this letter mean in detail because I often read

this verse when you see yourself in the hospital." I stroked my wife's hand,

the answer is in you, baby. Since we met at a young age at your house and

when in the hospital, teenagers want to grow up. You are my soul mate, not because

I admire your beauty, but I admire your heart's patience and

your intelligence in the face of the painful test of life.

He listened to verse 1 of An-Nisa with his eyes

shut up and live casually while crying. He was so peaceful, so calm, so calm,

and sad because happiness is mixed with the hardships we live

joint. This cold condition makes Rita sad with a sick body and

limply. He began to realize that I was massaging his legs, he might feel

this massage is making him sick. I remember so many exams

we face it, but we can still be calm in life as we are

tell me by Guru Njai.

إِنَّ عِظَمَ الْجَزَاءِ مَعَ عِظَمِ الْبَلاَءِ،

وَإِنَّ اللهَ إِذَا أَحَبَّ قَوْمًا ابْتَلاَهُمْ،

فَمَنْ رَضِيَ فَلَهُ الرِّضَا، وَمَنْ سَخِطَ فَلَهُ

السُّخْطُ

"a great reward is obtained

through a great ordeal. If God loves someone, then God

he will give the test to him, whoever is pleased (receives it)

Allah will grieve him and whoever is angry (receives him) then Allah

wrath on him."[1]

God gave us a test because he loved us.

The test that Rita and I faced from God, the Creator loved the struggle so much

both of us give a test of life later we can meet in heaven with

ihram clothes. My wife is not angry with the Creator of the World, but angry

to his mother who had resisted divine will. He's spoken once

"life is bitter and sweet, its bitterness is a test yet

solved comes again the test but behind the patience of the test there is sweetness

it can be born into adulthood and adopted by a family that loves me,

even if I'm disabled." Rita cried when I smiled at her, maybe she

feeling guilty about me and scared when we had two kids

he was tired and wanted to go to heaven.

"Why are you crying?" I asked

to him.

Rita looked at my face, with wet eyes dripping

on his face.

"I'm sad for fear of leaving you forever,

I was moved to hear this verse too. Between so much sadness and so much sadness

the test we went through together patiently until now," he said. I

smiling and rubbing my wife's hair. I looked at his face when he

typing on laptop. "Too much sweetness in both my foster parents,

so that I did not realize that I was being tested by God. To the extent that

I was exhausted from being happy living with my adoptive parents, which is why God

testing me at toddler age until now." He stopped talking. Rita

crying while looking at my face.

"What's wrong?" I was surprised even though I knew him

will speak that his lifespan is very short, one indicator that he is

being exhausted. I stopped wiping his hands and feet, and he came to a realization

that I was sad when Rita was sad. The clock has indicated the hour of the day, I

there's some sudden business. Outside the rain was still pouring down, he saw me go to

outward. Rita just glanced at me without saying the words she used to say.

"I'm sorry I can't make tea or coffee,

I'm sorry I'm short and I have to fall asleep to be with you." It

devastated by her worsening condition, Rita does not expect

the operation will fail.

"No need to apologize, I know you're sick and

I understand it. I married you it made me happy, no need

I'm worried that I'm tired of having to drink tea or coffee to calm down. If you are

it's been getting better and your weight's normal, it's made me happy."

I frankly and in a subtle tone and

politely talk to Rita. My wife laughed and smiled happily.

"Why are you still crying?" muchu very

sad to see that she still hasn't stopped crying.

"I've been in a coma and suspended animation, and

I have gone through a critical period. I'm afraid I can't wake up

forever," he said. He cried, then breathed. Distronic Illness

relapsed again and made his chest hurt. She was crying and couldn't

breathed. I rubbed his chest to breathe, I gave him eucalyptus oil and

I'm taking seizure medication. God, I can't stand to see Rita like

these. She had a hard time making her lips wail and

body convulsing. Rita you have to be patient, tomorrow we will go home and

buying tickets abroad for surgery. I say it in my heart

that's deep. My wife's hand was clenched and one was holding

something, can't be straightened out. Rita's legs are also stiff, I massage slowly

use lotion so that he does not experience paralysis again. "Sick mas, I

can't breathe. My lips and hands hurt. My feet are too."He was crying and

take a breath for a while. "I don't want to die yet, help me."

I lifted up my wife and guided her to read

istifar.

"Speaking Astaghfirullah, baby. The istifar continues

just breathe."

He typed on the laptop while training his emotions again;

my wife's eyes were watering and she smiled again even though she had not stopped her dystonia.

He stopped very long to normalize his emotions.

"Astaghfirullah Hal Adzim, Allahu Akbar."

Finally Rita can write a sentence of dhikr slowly and his emotions already

quieter. Electro Cardio Gram has rung slowly, I have calmed down and can

sleeping, my wife now her heart is normal. Thank goodness, even though he is still

convulsions due to dystonia are calm. Rita's neck and cheeks are still

convulsions, but he can sleep and take a proper breath. Slang's

I still haven't put my neck on because I cleaned the nurse in the bathroom again,

my wife wears an oxygen mask to breathe. I don't think body

my wife's like a machine in a fix, chest, neck, hands, and feet attached tool

medical hospital. He opened his eyes for a moment to catch his breath, then

closed his eyes. I see my wife now sleeping in such a state

weak, the dystonia is getting worse.

"Is there a pain, dear?" my many.

"I'm fine, don't worry." It

using her inner voice and thoughts together with her sweet smile.

"You are strong, dear. I'm a little sad

seeing you so," I said, amazed.

"Where are we going?" Still with sound

his heart, but now his dystonia was getting worse and he was shedding tears

with a little smile.

"Don't be ashamed to be weak dear, yet

also not too weak. If anyone gets sick, tell me. Not on

cover it up, you're still not healed, still half your energy." I

advising him with a sad tone that came up spontaneously.

"A-pa... t.. ok.... be...ar.... lang...?"

ask in an unclear tone. He tried to move his mouth to therapy

talk and talk if he can come home tomorrow. "Ma...

u.dah.ma-u." His thanks which

stammering makes me stab my heart like I'm weak can't help

my sick wife.

"I'll make a suprise for you. Suprise you

you can go home and give me your birthday. Are you happy?"

"Se-nang..." Thank goodness she

pleased with his words.

"Where are you going for a walk tonight?"

I ignored the first question and

continue asking where the night plans are going? "There is still someone

want to talk about it?" I raised my eyebrows and smiled at my wife.

He closed his eyes, probably thinking if I

joking or serious. He took a breath. "Your-mu. ti-dak... ma-in ...

de-ngan. u-yap-an.. ang.. ka-mu.. u-cap. right." She is so

believing my words, I did not play with my words right, but in

behind the suprise is something I'm hiding. Yesterday I wanted permission to

foster father and his birth but not yet had time.

"Are you suspicious I'm hiding something

from you again?" I couldn't help but cheerful face because my wife was suspicious,

being honest or not makes me confused and sad.

"Ti. dak.. a-ku..

talking by taking a breath. I smile because my wife believes.

"W-w-w-w-why.. ka-mu...

te-rang... de-ngan.a-ku?" He asked to lure me, but

I can hold back my emotions and keep secrets, Mr. Yudi and my in-laws.

"Pas-ti... your ka... wasted... se-su-a-tu.... da-ri-ku?"

I smiled because Rita always asked me

weirdo. "Do I look like I'm deceiving you?"

"No, you're the husband I trust."

His heart rang because he was convulsing again.

"Thank you for believing."

He looked seriously. "Is my father critical

so you let me go home?"

"They've improved, you better go

sleep."

"Sorry to worry about

my disease."

"I read al-Kahfi verse one until

sepulu, huh?"

Rita's legs are still stiff and perhaps by reading letters

Al-Kahfi he can calm down.

"Ma-ka-sih...

Al-Kah-fi," he said in a dotted tone. Rita has a conversion

disorder his body convulsing again, quickly to the heart and

breathing critically. His head looked up, from head to toe

having convulsions, I saw her crying in pain stroking

her head. When her convulsions stopped she took a breath and cried

agony.

"You're still saki, get some rest." I

compress his forehead with a small towel. He is still recovering

his convulsions. When he finished breathing he had aftershocks

any more. He briefly took a breath by opening his mouth slowly

it's been convulsing again. He was breathing and convulsing slowly, however

my wife's convulsions are getting faster and making her lungs and lungs critical

her heart. He pulled himself up but started convulsing incessantly

after the convulsions stopped he took a breath but had respiratory failure

so exhausted and unable to respond to me, when Rita's forehead in elus-elus.

Rita returned convulsions but not as well as earlier, she closed her eyes to

resting as she took a breath using her mouth, Rita's convulsions began

taut then I massage his hands. The convulsions rita stopped her sleeping with

good and my wife opened her eyes. "Pacify yourself, baby, don't

crying."

"New first time experiencing convulsions when

consciously, Mas. Tired of it."

"Calm down yeah, don't talk much later

again."

"My feet tremor mas, it hurts so much." Feet of Rita

experiencing a sudden tremor, O God I beg you please do not test Rita like

these. Please do not separate us forever. I pray while massaging my feet

my wifethe tremors. As Rita closed her eyes the seizure in her eyes began to make

he was critical and exhausted, he held the iron in the mattress and made him

convulsions instantly. Rita was crying in pain and she went back to convulsing

quickly his heart and lungs got worse. My wife was crying when

her convulsions grew stronger as she stopped she cried out loud in pain, I

the one nearby stroked his chest but his convulsions returned with

quickly and he cried in pain and then he opened his mouth because he had difficulty breathing.

I stroked his hand and looked at the clock in my hand.

"I'm here baby, don't cry and worry.

You need to calm down and take a breath."

"Well, I can't take it anymore. Help me, I

can't breathe and like near death." Rita spoke

stammering with breathing while tremors and seizures are still ongoing. Him

crying in pain while convulsing.

"Rest yes so as not to be in pain, for a moment

again the nurse will install tracheal breathing apparatus." I smiled at

my wife however my heart is sad and broken seeing my wife come back critical and even

half conscious.

"I'm really in pain all over my body and

my chest is tight." He spoke again through the mind reader I ordered

to install on the laptop. She was crying again because the convulsions started

banter.

I nodded while wiping my tears. My laughter is only

pretending that my wife wasn't dying, she couldn't see anyone else sad

or hear some shocking news.

"Tomorrow is your first special day and

tonight is the opening." I looked at the rain through the window, the weather

it was cold and Rita was critical.

"Will you come tonight?"

"Next night there's a meeting, me and Steven will

discussing other matters and after the meeting I will ask Yudi's father's permission and

your real father allowed me to take you home."

"Do you need permission?" Rita suddenly

asking if I should ask permission, I smiled and answered.

"You're Mr. Yudi's favorite foster son and you

the daughter dear to Mr. Ruslan. If there is a problem, they will

sad, so I asked permission from your foster father and your birth."

She smiles. One minute later the Sister is finished

clean the slang and squeeze it into Rita's neck. This ventilator is

rita's lifeline, without this device my wife would die of pain

having a heart attack and painful shortness of breath.

"Hopefully the meeting is smooth and tomorrow we can

home." He tried to smile with his body back convulsing

while closing his eyes however his eyes suddenly twitched as he closed his eyes

and the sound of breathing apparatus was heard loud together with the ECG sound

very tight. My wife opened her eyes regulating her breathing and emotions.

His chest went up and down because of a conversion disorder that he experienced made him fail

breaths.

"Will you do something for me tomorrow

morning?" I looked at my wife, stroked her head and kissed her forehead

with a romantic kiss. I kissed Rita's forehead for a long time.

He blinked his eyes.

"Tonight you have to take care of your health and

wear jackets. Cold weather, your temperature is still high. Tomorrow you must

eat a lot after you get home." I kissed her forehead again with

a long, gentle kiss.

"I'll try and eat a lot tomorrow

morn. I'll keep my heart and lungs strong" he said

smile gently.

He smiled as I took off the kiss and left

go out for Dzuhur prayer. I left him alone in the ICU - his eyes are still

he looked at me for a long time and closed his eyes. I smile back when

closing ICU room door.

I smiled back as I closed the door to the ICU