The Loss of Love of My Husband

The Loss of Love of My Husband
The Same Name


The car that Abi was driving had entered the apartment car park, followed by Nisa's car.


"Alhamdulillah, until also in Jakarta," said Nisa.


"Any you?" Ask Abi. Abi rubbed his back up to Nisa's waist gently.


"It's over, it's over. We better go straight inside. I've wanted a banquet" said Nisa.


"Yes, I've also sore feet. Yes we are, let's go down! Khanza let Mas be the fat one" Abi said.


Abi takes Nisa and Khanza first to their apartment unit. After that, then he took care of the return of Mr. Ahmad. He wants to go straight back to Yogyakarta, take the bus.


They now walk into the apartment, and take the elevator to the apartment unit they rented. After arriving at the floor on the way, they went straight through the hallway to their apartment room. After arriving in front of the apartment unit, Abi immediately opened the door of his apartment room using an access card. The apartment door is open. Nisa was so fascinated to see the apartment they were going to occupy.


"It's really good for the apartment" said Nisa.


"Yes. Time yes, make you choose arbitrarily. I want to give you comfort" Abi said, and Nisa replied with her sweetest smile.


The apartment has two rooms. Later one room will be occupied by his assistant and also Khanza. Nisa will buy a folding mattress for her maid to sleep under. ART is coming in two days. Following the bus.


"Mas, take care of Mr. Ahmad to go home first, dear," said Abi and Nisa nodded her head.


After putting Khanza to bed, Abi immediately left Nisa to return to the car park. Abi puts Khanza in her bedroom bed with Nisa. Tonight Abi relents to sleeping in the room for Khanza.


Nisa chooses to clean her body and replace her clothes with a negligee. After that, he immediately performed the Islamic prayer service. Abi got down to the car park again.


"Surely you will go straight to Yogya tonight. Not resting here?" Ask Abi.


"thank you. Dad just go home. Later rest on the bus only" said Mr. Ahmad.


"Thank you, sir, for helping me and my wife. I apologize more or less. Be careful on the road, sir, sorry I can not deliver to the terminal" said Abi.


"Yes, it's okay. I also want to thank you, because you helped me. More or less I apologize" Abi told Pak Ahmad.


After Mr. Ahmad left, Abi returned to his apartment unit again. I dragged two large suitcases. One suitcase was brought by Nisa.


Abi presses the bell of her apartment, Nisa immediately rushes to open the door of her apartment room. He was just about to fall asleep.


"My wife is so beautiful" praised Abi for making Nisa blush in shame.


"Salat mas used to be the same clean-up. I want to make a warm sweet tea," said Nisa and Abi agreed.


Nisa makes two cups of warm sweet tea for her and her husband. The owners provide aqua water, gas, tea, sugar, coffee as a bonus.


Abi finished bathing and praying. He opened the door that was connected to the balcony. See the atmosphere of Jakarta at night, while enjoying the night breeze.


"May you feel at home here! Patience first is you," said Abi and Nisa assented. Nisa and Abi look good. Nisa put her head on the shoulder of the husband. The sky is so beautiful, decorated with stars that illuminate the city of Jakarta.


This morning is Viona's schedule for chemotherapy to the hospital. He seemed to be getting ready to leave, accompanied by his mother. They left by taxi online. Fortunately, my mother always accompanied her.


Viona and her mother are on their way to the hospital. Viona's face looks sad, even though she wants to be among her husband to do chemotherapy. However, all that is just wishful thinking. Her husband doesn't care about her.


Viona just got to the hospital. How surprised he was, when he saw the banner that read. Welcome Doctor Abhimanyu Prasetyo, a nephrology specialist or kidney disease specialist.


"Abimanyu Prasetyo? Why is his name the same? Ah, but it seems unlikely that Abi moved to Jakarta. He's in Yogyakarta, '" Viona monologues. He was still dumbfounded in disbelief.