WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTER 13.

 In the hospital.

 Adel had just woken up from his sleep, the day was getting dark, visible from the glass window of his room the sky began to glow reddish.

"Are you awake, Nduk? You need anything?" Ask Bu Hanif gently.

 Adel nodded slowly. "No, Ma. Already want maghrib, why no one woke up Adel? If Adel slept kebablasan until malem how? Late dong later maghribnya."

"That mother knows you, Nduk. You are from a small kayak have a personal alarm, so no need to bother waking up. After every hour of prayer you are never late," said Bu Hanif thrusting all the water on the nightstand on Adel.

 Adel smiled wryly, and got up to sit down and drink.

"Where are you, Mom?" ask again after spending half a glass of water.

"So, I went to the bathroom again. It's been a while, maybe longer," said Ms. Hanif.

 Adel chimed in his mother's jokes with a light laugh.

"Adel's going to the balcony, ma'am. I think the twilight sky is really good again," Adel asked as he stared at the astonishment of the reddish sky that appeared from the window of his ward.

"May, but just for a minute. Before Azan maghrib had to go in again, cold because outside, I was afraid you were getting sicker," said Ms. Hanif as she moved to take Adel's wheelchair which was placed next to the bathroom door.

 Adel went down the bed slowly, so long did not come down from the bed and spent most of his time lying down making Adel's feet feel strange when stepping back on the cold floor below. Bu Hanif swiftly helped Adel by holding his hand so as not to drift and fall.

"Thank you, Mom." Adel smiled happily while looking back at the mother who was busy arranging her infusion pole.

"What's wrong with you, Nduk? As long as you get well whatever I do. Did you say that yesterday?" said Ms. Hanif starting to push Adel's wheelchair slowly.

 Opening the balcony door, a breeze blew on Adel's face which still looked a little pale with a thin cheek. The reddish rays of the sun that will soon return to the contest make beautiful makeup on Adel's face.

"Beautiful, Del. His eyes," chirped Bu Hanif to enjoy the view of the twilight at that time.

"Yes, relax." Adel monologue.

"When you look at this twilight, you remember when you were born, Del." Ms. Hanif took the seat not far from her and took her to sit near Adel.

"What's the matter, Mom?" search Adel curious.

 Ms. Hanif is a mother who does not talk much actually, even to Adel she very rarely reveals her heart. Including the story of how when he and Pak Hanif had to fight hard to collect money coffers for the birth of Bu Hanif who was pregnant with Adel first.

"Ult .. before you were born, the state of our family was already once. Your brother, his father's mother. Do not agree that Mother married your father, that is also why your life after marriage used to be very poor. Until finally you were born, and since there you just want to open his heart a little to receive us back. Even before returning to His lap, your eyes still have time to pass on all his treasures to you, and bring our lives a little better than before you were born." Ms. Hanif started to shed her tears as she opened the old story of their family.

"Then ... What is the same twilight relationship, ma'am?" ask Adel impatiently.

"Haish, you are! Parents again sad stories instead focus on other things," ketus Bu Hanif who was upset to lose his melow moment.

"That senja .. reminds mom that time has to take a cart to the midwife's house to give birth to you! You see, at that time your father's motorbike broke down because it was stuck at a neighboring dam," said Ms. Hanif ceplas-ceplos.

 Adel who has been holding back laughter has now become a laugh after hearing the babble of his mother who thinks it is very funny. Even so funny Adel to hold his stomach that feels tense because of too much laughter.

"Astaghfirullah ... I thought what was it that your laugh could be like a kuntilanak watching that comedy, Nduk?" chirp Mr. Hanif who has not since when has returned from saving.

 Their laughter receded, but re-curled when they saw the face of Mr. Hanif who was filled with shaving.

"Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah. Hahahah, O Allah, Father. That's ... What's in the face?" prolonged gelak Adel.

 Even his voice was so hoarse that he laughed that twilight.

 Mr. Hanif felt his own face, and looked surprised when he found his face was full of shaving foam.

"Well, how come you put a stamp like this? You think that was a skinker that is often used by Korean artists. Which foam-foam can continue to make a white blink of an eye like magic that, is this even gini tho rasane?" said Mr. Hanif confused while rubbing his face that feels sticky and begins to itch.

"Wes wash your face first, sir. Koyok sinterklaas version of local wisdom," kekeh Bu Hanif anyway.

 The confused Mr. Hanif finally rushed back to the bathroom to wash his face.

Chequelek

 The door of the room suddenly opened, following Zidan who entered while carrying a plastic bag containing food for them.

"Astaghfirullah, Father? Play in the washing machine?" seloroh Zidan teases his in-laws.

"Ahahahhaha," the laughter of Adel and Bu Hanif echoed throughout the room.

 Mr. Hanif did not care about them and focused on his goal to the bathroom.

 Zidan hurriedly put down the plastic bag he was carrying and approached the wife who looked so happy in her whimpering laughter.

"Astaghfirullah, my wife. You look like a spongebob who doesn't laugh a year," he said spontaneously, because Zidan really understands the hobby of Adel who is so fond of funny yellow foam cartoon.

"Already, already, Del. Huhah, you were laughing at the end of it yourself. You can laugh again now, later like a new skuidwod knows you. Uterine surgery as well as laughing box surgery you later," said Bu Hanif while laughing, meaning spending the rest of his laughter that is still in the chest.

 Azan Maghrib began to sound reverberating, without the cue Zidan slowly brought Adel's wheelchair back into the room. Ms. Hanif closed the balcony door again but immediately turned around in dismay when the sound of Adel's crybaby laughter was no longer heard.

 Adel looked down on his wheelchair with his shoulders shaking slowly.

"Del, Adel?" call Ms. Hanif in a panic because Adel is no longer responding.