The Goodness of a Marriage
Chapters 11. Forgive Me

Just like what happened inside the room where Kia was, in her study, Aryan was unable to close her eyes. The man closed both his eyes using his arms, however, the sound he wanted never greeted. Missing, well even just a few hours he did not hug Kia's tiny body when he wanted to rest from the tiredness of the day, it was so excruciating. Then, what if the woman he loved was really going to leave him alone?

"Argghhhh.." Shouted Aryan frustrated. He got up from his bed, then sat on the sofa where he was. Rubbed his hair and face violently, then moved from the sofa and hurriedly stepped out of the room. Do not ask again where the destination is, of course, to the room where his little wife is. Getting late without hugging Kia, it was so excruciating.

It does not take long, Aryan is already in front of the door of the room that he and Kia usually use to unwind after a day of enduring through various problems. A few minutes passed, He was still standing in front of the bedroom door where Kia was. Eager to knock on that door, however, afraid that Kia would hate her even more.

"Darling..." Call him without knocking on the door. His heart beats, afraid that Kia will return to drive him away.

"Kia, I'm in. I really can't sleep in another room." Aryan said again, pleading.

Not getting an answer from inside the room, Aryan ventured to turn the door handle, and stepped into the room slowly.

"You're asleep." His words softly while staring at Kia's face-clad back. "You just gave me to God, huh? It's okay, report it because I'm so mean to you." Aryan said again, while continuing to stand on the edge of the bed.

The room was so quiet, there was no sound of the woman lying on her back on the bed. Even the subtle snoring typical of sleeping people was not heard in the room.

Aryan again ventured closer to the bed where Kia was sleeping. However, how surprised he was, when he found Kia was not asleep, but unconscious with white foam that seeped out of the corner of his wife's lips.

"Kija... Kia..." He shouted as loud as possible. Wish the woman who is now in her arms, awake.

"Kia, wake up, baby.." Aryan said with a body that trembled in fear. A few moments of bead that always make her fall in love, open. However, it returned tightly shut after staring at her heartily.

"Kia don't leave me. Oh my God, I'm sorry, honey." Although his knees seemed to be paralyzed, Aryan still brought Kia out of the bedroom, then down one by one stairs to the front room. His voice that continued to scream called out the name of Kia, making other residents in the house also awake from their sound.

"What's wrong?" Ask Aryo. The man followed his younger brother's steps so hurriedly out of the main house.

"Mas, help Aryan." Anggi. The woman who seemed not so concerned with the personal affairs of her family-in-law, suddenly said softly, to make Aryo look in wonder at his wife. "Surely something bad has happened to Kia." Connect again.

Without answering his wife's orders, Aryo immediately stepped out towards the courtyard of the house, following her younger sister.

"Let me drive. I don't want to risk your marriage being annulled, and Papa's running amok." Aryo. The man, wearing only pajamas and a knit sweater, got into the car and sat on the driver's seat. "I told you, don't make Kia stay in our family, but you're so stubborn, Aryan." Said Aryo again after knowing what was going on with his sister-in-law.

"I'm sorry, Kia. I'm sorry for torturing you like this." Aryan still continues to sob while hugging tightly Kia's body, along with a car that drove fast on the streets of Jakarta. Luckily, now it is very late, making the streets that are usually filled with many vehicles, seem to look stretchy.

After Aryo's car stopped in front of the hospital yard, Aryan immediately got out of the car, then took Kia's body to the emergency room. Apologies, still continuing to say from his trembling lips.

"Please my wife!" Shouted Aryan.

Several nurses on duty that night, immediately took a cage, complete with other medical equipment. A while later, the woman who was wearing a white coat hurriedly approached the brangkar who began to drive into the room.

"Mas came down to me. I'm not a cripple." The soft sound made Aryan distracted. He stared at a couple who loved each other so dearly at the end of there. Moreover, his wife is pregnant, and may be preparing to wait for their baby.

After a moment of seeing the scene that made her envious, Aryan stepped towards the waiting chair in front of the room where her iatrin was being handled by the medics.

Unlike Aryan who looks envious, Azam actually sees the patient who just passed himself and his wife, carefully. He felt he had seen an unconscious woman on the cage, but forgot where.

"What's up, Mom?" Ask Trias.

Azam immediately shook his head. He still glanced for a moment at the door of the room that had been closed tightly, then invited his wife to return to their room.

"The fat ass is." Pinta again on Trias. However, soon get the headband of his wife's.

"A lot of walking will facilitate the labor process, Mas." Answer Trias.

"Why not at Caesar, dear." Azam.

"I don't have the risk of forcing a doctor to perform surgery, Mas. My baby and I are in good health. After all the postpartum healing process is normal, much faster than surgery." Trias had already hugged Azam's arm. The kiss that always warmed his heart, landed perfectly on the top of his head.

"I'm just afraid you're in pain." Azam said, making Trias singleness his sweet smile.

He was very fortunate, because Allah gave the best of Azam to take care of him.