Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 228 The Sad Story Will Replace
Trings.
At ten in the evening, there was an incoming message on Inayah's phone.
The eyes of Inayah. Arthur hugged him.
...Assalamualaikum, good night...
Of course, the wall of grief that has been shackling Inayah's heart.
His eyes are blurry with glass. Then seep slowly fall grains are hit by novelty.
...Greetings Waalaikum, Mas Arthur...
Inayah did not want to miss this golden opportunity just like that.
Without a second thought, his fingers immediately typed and sent out a reply message.
...How are you, Inayah?...
...Okay, Mas. How are you doing yourself? Pupu News? Mami Papi's? May all be healthy....
...Ja. All healthy....
Inayah's eyes are blurry because of the stagnant water that constantly comes out.
Mom, I miss you Mas! Hik hicks...
Inayah's little heart was breaking. He wanted to say his heart but did not dare. Afraid that Arthur might pull back and apathy back at him.
Now Inayah just follows the plot.
...This......
...Yes, Mas?...
...I dreamt of my mother waking up while sleeping in AISabeel Noor Al-Islam mosque...
Inayah gaping wide.
Did Arthur regain his memory? Really? Is it really God?
His heart wondered with excitement.
...What... I remember everything? Is your health restored?...
...Haven't. But everything seemed to attract me and tell me that my former self had changed. Me, there are many questions as well. Very much, Inayah....
Instantly Inayah fell silent. There was a scarlet wound scratching his heart that was happy.
But Inayah tried to smile.
It's been a miracle, Arthur came to me first and asked me how I was doing.
He tried to encourage her that Arthur had slowly improved.
...Moga quickly recovered....
...Inay, yep,......
...Yea?...
...You must be disappointed and hate me, right?...
...No, Mas. I accept this fate and destiny as a test of my life....
Over there Arthur is now stricken with novelty.
For some reason, reciprocating chat with women who used to be his wife makes his heart warm but his soul so longs.
...Thyse,...
...Yea?...
...How is your pregnancy?...
...Thank goodness, Mas. My gestational age has entered five months. It was also at Amelia's home. I've been to college again, too, Mom. I'll cancel my maternity leave for the next four months....
Arthur thought of chattan Inayah.
So you went to college again, huh? Hhh...
...Where do you live now?...
Shocked Inayah found out Arthur's question.
...Sorry, Mas. I still live in your house. I can't yet mean it. Not able to leave your residence for the near future. At least until I give birth. Maybe I'll move to a rented house after our baby is born....
Arthur said he read Inayah's hand.
Will she move into a rented house after giving birth? Isn't that too risky for our baby later? I, though do not understand this condition. But honestly, I was happy to know that I was going to have another child. Because I was once predicted to be barren. It's hard to have kids.
Inayah.
Arthur no longer sends him a reply. Even invisible writing is typing under the name of his WhatsApp.
Sad for a moment his heart.
...Mas's? Sorry if I haven't moved from BNR. Excuse me. I'll find a rented house soon then. I'm not happy if I have to hitchhike at the house of Ms. Amelia and also the apartment of Ms. Tia. They will be disturbed for a long time, especially if my baby is born....
Arthur reads the incoming chat from Inayah again.
Now his heart is choking. Inayah turned 'our baby' into 'my baby'. He felt a momentary cramp.
Inayah must have been very hurt because of my treatment all this time. Guess it in the heart.
Though Inayah was actually feeling anxious if Arthur did not like himself to write 'our baby'. So he turned it into 'my baby' so this conversation wouldn't upset him.
...Stay in that house, Inayah. Don't go anywhere. I'm it's okay. I am calm to hear you are still living there. If my mental state is much better, I'll look at our baby later....
Again Inayah's eyeballs were wide open. Its binaries are even able to penetrate the dark night out there cold after heavy rain.
Inayah cheered cheerfully.
"Alhamdulillah..."
...Thank you, Mas....
...You welcome...
Both of them made almost the same movement. Sighs with a smile on their lips.
Lord, allow Me and Him to be happy again.
That is how their hearts are. Same.
Arthur has not yet fully regained his memory. But slowly since his return and visit the tomb of Bianca, one by one progress on his lost memory was opened by Allah Ta'ala.
Arthur clutched his phone tightly to his chest.
He forgot, if Inayah is waiting for the next chat.
Until both of them fell asleep and had a good dream but forgot what dream.
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