The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PASS 46

A month had passed, but there had been no significant progress on Aliyah's legs. It was clear that this made Aliyah worse in silence. He was so often daydreaming. His fate was so sad.

"Al, eat first! Bik Lela said you haven't eaten from lunch. Eat first yes, you will get sick later," persuaded Amar after work.

Aliyah shook her head, "i'm not hungry."

"really? Or do you want me to be bribed intentionally?" Amar squealed flirtatiously, making Aliyah snort.

"Udah ah, you better bring back that plate. I'm not having a taste for food today" Aliyah said as she pushed the tray with her lunch.

Amar let out a long sigh, "or do you want to eat something, hm? I'll buy it." Amar persisted in persuading Aliyah to eat.

"no need. Thank you." Thank you."

"Al, why should you thank me? I'm not someone else. I'm your husband. It's appropriate that even I give you what you want. Meet your needs. As long as I can, I'll definitely work on that."

"That's it. Stop pretending to be nice to me. I know, you just feel guilty and sorry for what I've been through. Don't be like this. It's better that you are as usual indifferent and indifferent to me. I don't want to expect too much from you anymore. Stop please. Just take care of your own business. No need to care about me anymore," said Aliyah suddenly made Amar's chest hurt.

"Al, I do feel guilty for you, but what I'm doing is sincere because I still love you. Not because of pity. Please don't think badly of me."

"Already, Mas. Thats enough. End all this. You know, I'm sick of this kind-ass attitude of yours. You better stay away from me. What else can you expect from a disabled woman like me? There aren't. Even to take care of your needs I can't. I'm just a handicapped woman who troubles you. If necessary, end the relationship. I ... I can't take it anymore. Don't you already have another dream woman? A more perfect woman than I am. I'm just a disabled woman. I don't deserve you" cried Aliyah in tears.

Amar's eyes are breaking. After a month more conscious of his coma, only this time Aliyah let out all the tightness in her chest. Indirectly, Aliyah felt inferior to what was happening to her. Moreover, just like what he had done before still imprinted violently inside his chest. It gives us bitter memories and trauma. Plus what he experienced made him more insecure with himself.

Aliyah roared. Crying broke. He hit his leg which he could not move yet made him really frustrated.

Amar who could not see the sadness of Aliyah immediately pulled Aliyah into his arms. Aliyah's cry still broke, but this time she instead hit Amar to vent her frustration and disappointment.

"Deliver! Untie me. No need to be kind to me. I don't need your mercy."

"Al, relax!! Quiet." Calm."

"Go! Just go! Go you. Ihate you. Hates you so much!" shout Aliyah.

Instead of leaving, Amar just tightened his embrace.

"Hit me, Al. Hit me. Hit me as much as you. It'sit's okay. I accept, but after that calm down! Then eat."

"Stop persuading me. I'm not a kid. You better go! Go!" yell Aliyah again.

"Yes, you're not a child. Where there are children able to make children," said Amar trying to calm Aliyah so as not to return hysterical.

"You're deaf or something, huh? Why not go too? Isn't that woman named Fisa Fisa much more perfect than me? She's beautiful, has a job. Can you make you smile? Be happy? I let you go so why are you still here? You better go. Meet the girl. If you need to marry. Do not sin constantly."

"What did you say, Al? Who is Fisa? A pizza? A pisa? Look, it doesn't matter how pretty the women out there are, all I want is you. Ye. You're the only one. My wife's. Mother of my children. So don't talk recklessly. Remember, those words are prayer. Don't let yourself regret your words."

Amar wiped away Aliyah's tears. The woman was still in her tears.

"What exactly are you? Is something bothering you, hm? Tell me? Don't keep your problems in your heart. Just a few months ago you kept a tight hold on how you felt until you finally got a pain that didn't mess around. You know, I'm ruined. Heart's broken. Seeing you lying sick made me completely devastated. I don't want it all to happen again."

"Why don't you just go? I. .. I am just a disabled woman who can only trouble you. You deserve a better woman than me" he said.

Amar was stunned, Aliyah seemed to really feel hit because her legs had not made any progress as well.

"Who say did you trouble me? I did it with pleasure. Even if you're gonna be handicapped for life, I'm fine. I will stay by your side. Always," said Amar solemnly, but Aliyah just grieved. He lost his trust in a man. Especially to her husband.

But suddenly Aliyah's forehead frowned. He pressed his stomach which hurt. Amar was suspicious, so he asked.

"You why? Your stomach hurts?"

Aliyah shook her head, she chose silence. But Amar was able to catch Aliyah who could not sit comfortably in her wheelchair.

"You want to move to sit in bed?" tawar Amar's. He thought Aliyah was tired of sitting in a wheelchair for too long.

Aliyah shook her head in doubt, but silence was not the solution either. Aliyah then turned her wheelchair towards the nightstand and opened a small closet underneath.

"Nana, Nana," called Aliyah while opening the door of her room.

"Yes, Mom. What's up?" sahut Nana who was rushing approached the mother.

"Na, Nana's got no pads?"

Nana shook her head, "none, Mom. Dapet's mom? Want Nana buyin?" tawar Nana's.

"Let me buy it. In a moment Maghrib, it is not good for girls to go out of their own homes," said Amar who had heard the conversation between mother and child.

Aaliyah's eyes were wide open, since when did her husband want to go to the minimarket especially for the business of buying personal items like that?

Not until 30 minutes, Amar had returned from the minimarket to buy Aliyah a sanitary pad.

"Come, I'll help you take your pants off!" Aliyah was obviously feeling awkward.

"Let Nana alone."

"Let me just."

"No. No need. Let's just let Nana."

"Al, there's no need to be shy like a virgin. Remember, our son already 3 means what? No need to be shy. Come on, I'll help!"

Aliyah could only pluck her lips with a red face like a rotten tomato. I want to protest for free. Really sucks.

Meanwhile, at her parents' house, Nafisa still feels unwell. The mother went into Nafisa's room and locked her up.

"Fisa, be honest with mom, are you pregnant?" asked Nafisa's mother to make Nafisa's eyes wide open.

"Ha-pregnant? How unlikely. Mama, don't you."

"Sa, this mama is your mama. The mother who gave birth to you. Did you forget, mama was pregnant and gave birth to you. Even though your child is only you doang because after marrying papa, you do not go pregnant again, but at least you have experience conceiving. Honestly, don't worry about it, are you pregnant?" cecar Nafisa's mother.

Nafisa shook her head, "Fisa doesn't know, Ma. But ... Fisa has been late for over a month."

"God, it means you're pregnant. Mama asked you to check yourself immediately. If true, immediately bring the man who impregnated you here. You guys should get married."

"But ma ... "

"But what? Don't tell ... The man already has a wife?"

Nafisa's eyes were all round, "how did you know?"

"So right?"

Nafisa was embarrassed.

His mother clucked, "just bring the man here before your belly gets bigger."

"But how, Ma? He's married, doesn't he matter?"

"Why indeed? If he has chosen you, what is his fault. Just ask him to divorce his wife, done well," said Nafisa's mother lightly.

"So my mom doesn't have a problem?"

Suddenly Nafisa's mother smiled, "you think your father was a bachelor or a widower? No. gabe. He is married, but see ... Who is the winner? Mama right? So no need to worry. Mama is no problem. Most importantly, he has a job. Not jobless kere," said Nafisa's mother again before passing from the princess' room.

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