The Devil Husband's
CHAPTERS 124. TIGER'S AWARE?

The drum on Jihan's chest calmed back down, as the clanking of the heart rate monitor returned to normal. She stood up again and looked closely at her husband who was being treated by several specialists and nurses.

Some time waiting, it seemed they heaved a sigh of relief. Jihan ventured to get closer and asked her husband's situation.

"What happened to my husband, Doc?" jihan asked in a soft voice.

"It's okay, Madam. That's one of the reflex responses" said one of the doctors who handle.

"Ta .. but, I saw her tears coming out earlier. Doesn't that mean he heard me?"

"Of course, Madam. Comatose patients can always hear the surrounding sounds. It's just that his brain can't respond. Hopefully this will be a good start for his consciousness" said the doctor.

"How long is it, Doc?" exclaim Jihan frustrated.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it seems that you've consumed alcohol too often. So the treatment is a little hampered. There were several types of medicine that were rejected by his body. But the chances of a cure are definitely there, even if it's only 10%. We will try to do our best. Keep giving suggestions to help stimulate your consciousness" the doctor explained honestly.

Jihan nodded, she developed her chest to unravel the tightness. Although there has been no significant change. Asa and hope are still there.

"Feed first!" rico reminded. "I've prepared it in front," he continued pointing to the exit.

"Please don't bother me tonight, I'm not hungry" Jihan said, then moved closer to her husband's bed.

"Here, register your fingerprints first!" invite Rico, outside has been awaited by the IT team.

Jihan moved, according to her hand, led in a scan machine to be programmed, so that Jihan could easily access the door.

Afterwards, he sat back down, laying his head close to Tiger's ears. His arms hugged Tiger's neck possessively. Closing his eyes for a long time was completely asleep.

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The next day, Jihan's squealing cell phone ring made the woman sober. Lazily straightened his body and grabbed the flat object, sliding the slide without looking at the name of the caller.

"Ma ..ma!" cheryl exclaimed with her voice.

Jihan's eyes widened to hear Cheryl's voice. He immediately turned the call into a video.

"Darling, are you awake? Wow, that's beautiful, mama's boy. Look at this, this is pa .. pa!" show Jihan pointing the camera at her husband.

Stupefied, blinking gently with mouth open. "Ma .. ma" he said again.

"Try calling again, pa-pa," Jihan pinta once again.

"Father!" the baby with the funny voice.

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The short conversation ended, but was connected to another phone. It turns out to be Zero, reminiscent of Anastasia Boutique opening event tomorrow night. Jihan replied uninspired. Unlike some time ago who was so enthusiastic.

He put his phone back on the nightstand. Kissing her husband for long enough. "Me, have pantes, right with you? You will not be ashamed of me. Or are you angry at my accomplishments? You'll be hard to guess," his sigh caressed that handsome face.

Jihan wiped her husband's body painstakingly, cleaning every inch that could be reached. After returning to sit down, tell a lot about his life journey with Cheryl, their daughter.

A whole day full of Jihan did not get out of the room at all. Eating can only be swallowed a little. No lust at all. The sound of the door opening made Jihan turn her head, Rico breezed in slowly.

"Ric, can you take me to Jakarta? Tomorrow night I have my boutique opening" Jihan said.

Rico turned his back, "You got a boutique now? Waw! Seriously? A Jihan who often blurs, scourging is unclear, overthinking is now the owner? Huh huh? It's unbelievable!" his eyes squinted.

Of course surprised. Rico knew very well how to fight Jihan one year ago. She did not expect at all, this one year turned her into a great woman.

"Emang why? Can't I just process? That's how unreliable you are!" refute Jihan squinted her eyes.

"Yes, not that. Just ...."

"What's? Don't believe? Here I tell you!" Jihan waved her hand and opened her phone.

He explained in detail how he could reach the point now. His success when he became the champion of the design competition, free educational gifts, also created boutiques as additional gifts.

"Yes my. I look everywhere I don't meet. It turns out you're in Paris. Huh! What a cool oath you make, Ji. You are an adult!" praise Rico for scrambling Jihan's hair straight on the edge. "When do you want to go home?"

"Tomorrow in the morning. Still want to be here. The show is malem, but there must be a clean rehearsal at 12 noon," Jihan replied after seeing the schedule of the event.

"OK! Here's your phone!" Rico reached out. Rico immediately grabbed him and made a missed call on his own number to easily contact Jihan later.

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The next morning, Jihan prepares to return to Jakarta. She said goodbye to her husband long enough. Giving a kiss to that pale and cold face many times.

"I'll be right back, honey. Pray well for the show." Jihan spoke softly, making Tiger's tears flow again. Jihan wiped it slowly. "Don't cry, I won't be long" he continued with tears.

As Jihan touched Tiger's palm and was about to bow down to kiss him, she was shocked when the hand gripped so firmly. But both of his eyes were still tightly closed.

"The ric! Rico! Look at! Tiger took my hand! Rico! Tiger unconscious?" pekik surprised.

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