THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 84 - THE DAY SLOWLY RETURNS TO BRIGHTNESS

My god... What the hell is going on in my life? One by one the people I love the most have gone back to your lap. L'm... Do not understand your way of thinking, Lord!

I just want happiness. Not to be happy by changing other happiness. Nope.

This nightmare feels so long and the longer the duration.

I am not strong, O God! Can I let you wave your hand?

I was hysterical for a long time. And only calmed down after the guard doctor gave me a sedative that was injected through an infusion tube that flowed through the pulse of my left hand.

My eyes slowly closed. And clenched with a sense of calm that increasingly spread.

"Liana..."

"Sister! Look, look... Butterflies are so beautiful, aren't they?"

"Sister Lian! Look, a flower garden of all colors!"

"L-yes!"

My eyes blinked. A beautiful and beautiful garden. Green trees with various types of flowers, unsightly.

Mama Farida, Intan and Nadya showed a variety of beauty with bright radiant faces.

Their crisp laughter made my lips involuntarily add to the smile.

The three of them looked happy. Dress in long white with a crown covered with a matching color veil.

Mama! Intans... Nadja! Alhamdulillahot.

"Lianaa! Hello darling,... See Papa bring what fruit try?"

Papa's? Papa!!!

I saw Papa Arga too!

Oh Allah... Alhamdulillahot. Everything's in good shape.

"Durian fruit, your favorite! Here, we'll eat alone. Hehehe..., let's spend it!"

I laugh. Papa split a big durian. Instantly the sharp aroma of the king of fruits burst into my smell.

Favorite fruit.

I just picked up a grain, suddenly a soft clap landed on my shoulder.

"Yumoo! Eating duren is not for Wak!"

"Sir Hardi!!!" pekikku girang's.

Wak Hardi's! Wak Hardi!!!

A little kiss landed on me from him. My eyes sparkle with pleasure.

But... Why is my body like a child aged five-six?

Eh?

I look at this finger. Looks cute with tiny handbooks.

I...why be a cute little girl like this?

"Liana, eat a lot. Let it grow big and healthy. Hm?"

"Look at world. Beautiful, no? Although sometimes dark clouds, lightning boomed, and the rain fell very rapidly. Don'tbeafraid. God will surely replace the bad weather today in the next day with better weather. There's good, there's gotta be tears. In the wake of crying, there must be laughter. Don't worry about tomorrow, dear Anakky! Most importantly, keep asking Allah Ta'ala. How much we always need his guidance. Yes, Liana Darling?"

I'm nodding. Wak gave me a lot of good advice. It made me realize that life is a test and a test.

As Wak once said, the higher the tree, the stronger the wind blows on it.

All proceed. All the... Without exception. Allah is Great.

L'm... Back to the past. Good times, then suffering. Deep sorrow, then comes joyful happiness. Everyone really has time.

Extremely painful heartache, chest-stifling disappointment from betrayal, infidelity, slowly over time improves. And it is getting better because God is replacing the better.

Broken one, growing a thousand.

Don't be afraid to step. Look world. No matter how bad the situation we are currently suffering from, there must be a happy glimmer tomorrow. Don't be discouraged. Don't give up. Even though reality is very painful. But time will cure everything. Don't hold on too long. Do not hate the flesh. Because we will lose in the end.

"Liana! Wanna drink?"

Slowly I opened my eyes. That handsome face was still sitting faithfully beside my inpatient bed.

"Yes..."

"Yes, Honey?"

I held his warm fingers. She smiled, so sweet.

"Eat ya? Let me steam!"

These tears are flowing again. Happy and full of gratitude that has been rekindled because God has sent a companion who understands me.

Although I had bad thoughts, because Mas Jonathan seemed to lack respect for my invitation tirakat the other day. But now I understand. Totally understand. How much he loves me with all his heart. He didn't want me to get hurt and get sick. Body pain is also soul. Injured body and heart.

Mas Jo took care of me from this life.

I kissed the back of his hand.

"Yes...! I'm sorry, always bothering you! Hik..."

"No, Liana! We are husband and wife. It's worth sharing and looking after each other. Like you, always wanting to keep my family intact without thinking about your own health. I want it that way too. Want to give you the best, even though your view may look different. But believe... I want you, me, we're all happy. Our thinking path is not always the same. But that doesn't mean we have to go find another heart. No, Liana! Every human head is different. The nature, the attitude is also the character of everyone, nothing is the same. Although sometimes there is a similarity of hobbies and likes, there are still moments that believe we are different. Allah is Great. Creating people with a variety even though the number continues and continues to grow stifling the earth."

Jo is smiling.

My tears are dripping again. But these are happy tears.

Thank you God! You gave me a calming partner. A very pleasant couple. Alhamdulillahot...

Mas Jo rubbed the tears on my cheek. Then he focused on feeding me a bowl of porridge with other companion foods provided by the hospital.

"Buck...!"

"Yes Honey?"

"May I visit my ancestral lands? I want a pilgrimage to Wak Hardi's grave, as well as Papa!"

"Lusa we're there. Once your health is restored, I'll take you, baby!"

"Thank you, Mum! Hik hik hicks..."

I hugged his hand. Happy, happy and very moved. My husband is so grown up.

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