The Married With Teacher
Mwt chapter 55

“Sayang—“ The voice was hoarse and sounded desperate. Gery bent his back. Giving a sweet kiss was also romantic on her forehead. And holding Ghea's hands full of caution that Gery still felt the pulse there.

He's almost crazy. Stifled by reality that Gery really can not imagine what if the mind becomes real. Just imagine that Gery can't. What else if you have to lose the person you love.

Gery's clear water spilled on the woman's cheekbones lying on top of the gurney as her lips docked long on her forehead.

Oxygen hoses decorate Ghea's face. An infusion needle stuck in the back of his left hand. Gery rubbed the part full of affection when it was straightened face. While his back is still bent. Too close to Ghea's body. Staring at the closed eyelids, do not want to hurt the surface of the woman's skin. As if it would be fragile, without raising Ghea's hand decorated with intravenous needles, Gery kissed her.

His chest trembled violently with a burning feeling. He was happy to be given the chance to look at Ghea's beautiful face. Feeling his heartbeat that seemed to transfer the heartbeat of the man.

“I love you." His whisper, pecking at the woman's white cheek. “Love you.” This time it was slow and slow. “Rindu you.” Gery's face was getting closer. Even now Gery's forehead touches Ghea's head pad. “You're empty just makes me crazy, baby.” Gery's wet lips this time touched Ghea's earlobes. Whisper those friendly words right in her ear. It was as if no one could hear all the words spoken from his mouth other than Ghea.

“Operation removal of uterus and tumor was successful.” I swear by semesata. The doctor suddenly spoke. Make Gery, Mama Dian and Papa hangers only. Why don't you answer right away when Gery throws a question, anyway?

Doctor Gita sighed. Again. One hand opened the green head covering. The green cloth was held by both hands then.

He smiled before his shoulders nodded. “I just finished operating. And I need to breathe first to restore my stamina. Uh ... Mr. Gery has already thrown a million questions when I just opened the door.” Doctor Gita sighed while chuckling seductively. “Ya, already. Mending I just let it go to set the breath.” Chortle Doctor Gita, folding both her hands on her chest. Relaxed.

Gery almost held his breath just now as his steps drew closer to the gurney and luckily, the ball of ash eyes that glimmered desperately still felt Ghea's breath.

“Quiet, Mr. Gery .. Bu Ghea is fine. He will be conscious after a few hours.” Shitty indeed. Doctor Gita even had time to tease Gery with an annoying smile for the guy to look at.

“Jeez, doctor ..." Followed by Mama Dian's still full of tension. His footsteps were still trembling.  My mother approached the gurney. After earlier, Mama did not dare to approach because she thought that Ghea's body was lifeless. Now even rubbed the pale-skinned pretty face. However, the view led to the doctor shaking his head in disbelief.

“Bu Gheanya we take to the intensive care room first, yes, Mr. Gery.” The obnoxious doctor chuckled again, asking permission with temptation. Stuck Gery and turned the body. Passed from there with Ghea's gurney following behind her back.

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For almost three hours Gery was sitting on the chair he had deliberately placed next to Ghea's gurney. Not budging at all, or rather the guy did not want to leave Ghea even if only for one second.

Sighing in tired breaths, those gleaming ash eyeballs continued to be fixed on the pale face there. Occasionally pinching the lips then frowning. Not taking the look of love away from her. While his sense of hearing continued to focus on listening to Ghea's breath. Do not want the classiness or fear to continue to dominate the mind.

“Cepet wake up, baby! I'm here,” said. The grip on Ghea's plain hand without the infusion needle turned into a sweet tangle. Gery's other hand slowly moves, touching Ghea's stomach.

The stomach is now flattening it.

Again. Stiffness blows Gery's heart back. Drawn his breath later, trying to release all the pain. The head kept turning. Thinking of a confirmation.

Gery had to answer carefully when the question that scared her came out of Ghea's mouth. Then he bit his lower lip inside.

“I'm sorry..” I don't know how many times his lips said that word. As if to be a mantra for him, Gery strengthens the mind and body. He has to accept everything that happens up ahead.

Ready or not ready, if later Ghea chose to leave because he could not keep his promise. Gery needs to be ready. Trying to be ready more precisely.

Then Gery's gaze rose from looking at a flat stomach to Ghea's pale face. Little jerks. Mixed happy. Both corners of the lips lifted as the body moved quickly closer to him. Swiped the woman's forehead then. When the two eyelids of Ghea moved even though the beautiful petals were still closed.

“Honey?!" Gery's voice calls slow. Stunningly. Gentler. Tasteful and friendly of course.

Ghea's beautiful petals opened slowly and then winked slowly after adjusting to the bright light from the treatment room's chandelier.

“Hai.” Gery greets, his lips smile, gets up from sitting and then taps Ghea in the forehead. It's thumping.

Ghea's eyeballs swayed. Adjust all memories. And the first move the woman made was to feel her stomach.

“Mas...” Call Ghea, her chest tightness is amazing. So also with all the fear that somehow makes him have to drip clear liquid from the petals.

“I call the doctor, yes.”

“No!” ghea slowly replied. Her voice raspy. Even the throat is dry. But Ghea doesn't care about her throat. All the woman cared about was her last memory.

“Atau .. want to drink?” Gery had already moved to get him some water before the guy's arm was held back by Ghea.

“My baby?”

DEGR …

Ghea felt the muscles in Gery's wrist tighten. Ghea's wet eyes were fixed in hope for an answer. Hope and confidence.

“Mas,” call Ghea again. His voice has not changed. Still hoarse and slow. You could even say weak. “He's fine, right?”

Not only in the wrist muscles, Ghea can feel tension. However, it was now in Gery's eyes that emitted a thick fog.

“Eummm ..” The guy is speechless, muttering instead. What should Gery say? Even so, he would not be able to see the look of pain on his face. Clenching one hand that hangs next to the body. Jaws tightened and bitten by his inner lips.

“Mas.” Ghea called again. A gentle call though full of implied worries. Ghea's hand holding the guy's wrist rose to rub Gery's cheek.

Enjoyed Gery her soft touch. Gery's affection can be felt from there. His heart was at peace until his eyelids were closed. Enjoying stroking.

“She's fine, right, Mas?” ask Ghea again. Pursue.

Gery's breathing. Regardless, Gery has to be honest. But honestly, it sometimes hurts. He opened his eyelids then. “Dia—“ His hands clenched tightly. Evaporate emotions through it. Until his nail book turns white.

“I know, hany.”

Gery frowned while his head moved faintly.

Ghea's thumbs moved gently under Gery's eyes. Smile then. The two Netra sat at each other. And there is a lustrous longing in the beautiful eyeballs of both. With Gery returning a smile.

“From the beginning .. I'm not sure if you will fulfill my request, Mas.”

DEGR …

Gery's heart seemed to be stabbed strongly by the sharp tip of the sword. The hand beside the body was clenched again. This time his head was tighter. Until the nails of Gery grind the palms. Although it hurts, but Gery does not feel it. It was as if the pain Gery had accumulated in his heart and he could not overflow it as an emotion.

In addition to all that feeling, Gery also tightened his jaw as an expression of restraint, to stay still and be ready to listen to what diction will the woman say.

The rage?

Or even a farewell?

TO BE CONTINUED

Seizy Note :

How are you doing today?

I hope you'll be okay.