Those Who Want My Body
Mas Anwar Accident

This morning I spent it cleaning my house. Then make cooking for mas Anwar eat when he comes home later. Although whatever little I was to her or how angry I was to Anwar, I still did my duty as a wife. Though this situation I myself made it, while Mas Anwar is not wrong. I asked him.

After dzuhur and outside began to shade, cloudy began to drizzle rain.

"Hopefully it won't rain until the afternoon." I peeked through the window, the rain was starting to get heavier.

But even Maghrib rain has not subsided.

Tin. The sound of a car horn coming from outside.

'What is Anwar, why are you home?' I walked forward to open the door.

"Mas, are you home?"

"Yes. Today there is not much work. So you can go home quickly. You haven't left yet?"

"It's not raining yet." I kissed the back of his hand.

"Mas between ya."

"No need for a mas. I just got home. Must be tired."

"Mas not tired, let's get ready. Pray first." Anwar went straight into the room.

The journey that I usually take is only 15 minutes, to 30 minutes because of heavy rain that makes the streets full of water.

"Be careful. Call me when I get home."

Anwar nodded. The rain still refused to stop.

Almost nine o'clock in the evening, Anwar hasn't called me yet, and there's no message from him.

I tried to reach him, his phone was active but not picked up. Some calls I made.

"Hallo. Assalamualaikum."

I let out a sigh of relief. Because of the sound of Anwar, my heart is calm.

"Mas is home? Why can't you call? I told you, when you get home, please call me."

"I'm sorry, honey. Mobile mas was lowbat, have not had time to tell the news of sleeping mas." Anwar sounded grimacing.

"Well, is it okay?" I started to panic.

My night shift is over, I say goodbye as soon as the morning shift officer arrives. I did a rush guard pass, because from last night I did not feel calm thinking about Anwar.

Seeing Anwar's car still parked in the garage makes me wonder. Anwar should have gone to work. The house lights are still on.

"Mas... Mas Anwar?"

There's no answer. After turning off the lights, I rushed into the room. I found Anwar still curled up on the bed covered in a blanket.

"Today's not working?" I asked, but Anwar only answered me with a sigh.

"Mas why?" I throw bags just now.

His face was pale, his body was feverish. Mas Anwar is still wearing the clothes he wore last night.

'Wet.' I said in my heart.

"Why are clothes wet?"

I opened the blanket that covered her body. I was surprised because Anwar's elbow had a bandage. The pants he was wearing were a lot of ground stains as well as blood.

"It's okay."

"It's okay how, it's like this. Could've called me without saying anything."

Angrier. Disillusioned. Mournfully. Worrying. I don't know what other feelings are raging inside me.

"Yesterday in an accident, mas serempet motor."

"Skew motor?" I was surprised to hear what Anwar said.

"Here you go, now I'm helping you clean up and get changed."

A few packs of medicine lay on the nightstand near the bed. After giving Anwar a meal, I told him to take the medicine.

"I compress first, so that hot mas quickly down." With sobbing I compress Anwar mas by continuing to turn my face away from Anwar mas.

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*Sorry to be late for the update. Because the author's condition is not fit. Thanks for waiting for😊*