She's my Husband
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"Conscious, he's conscious."

Samar faint, I can hear a voice. My head feels heavy. My body feels weak. His eyes are hard to open. But I kept trying to open my eyes.

"You're sober?"

"Alhamdulillah."

My eyes finally opened, even if they were only half. Several times I narrowed my eyes due to the glare with the light. And the first thing I saw was a handsome angel. His gaze was shady, and his smile was as sweet as crystal sugar which if I consumed it continuously would make me deabetes. Is this heaven?

"You are finally conscious."

Oh my God.apparently in addition to his beautiful face, his voice is also very melodious. It is true that a perfect and impeccable fusion. It turned out that the winged angel was just a myth, proof that this angel in front of me was without wings.

"You're Malik?" tanyaku.

The handsome angel frowned. But believe me, his good looks are not reduced by one percent.

"Malli?" He repeated my words.

"You're the angel Malik, guardian of heaven?"

Suddenly I felt my arm being patted from the opposite direction, which is on my left.

"Ridwan. The one who guards heaven is angel Ridwan."

Hearing that voice and the clap in the arm, made me turn my head towards the left.

Oh my god, I almost screamed out of surprise. Ugly and dirty creatures like not bathing for years standing on the left side of my bed. Instantly, a question popped up in my head. Doesn't he say that everything that is saved is beautiful? Then why is there something like this?

My head is back dizzy. My body is a little shaky. Maybe I am between heaven and hell right now. Don't don't, I'm waiting for my charity to be weighed? I rarely worship in life. Am I going to hell? No, I don't want to.

"Why you?" The handsome angel asked me.

"Hi...kamu why?"

I, who was still terrified waiting for the decision between heaven and hell, paid no heed to it at all. I just kept crying.

"Whose name?" The dekil asked. As I remember in my school days of religion, the first question I would ask was who your God was. Then this, why was my name the first one asked? Confused and frightened, I did not answer his question.

"Don't don't.." the Rekil said.

"Don't do what?" sahut the handsome angel.

"He's anemic."

"Anemia?"

"Yes, anemia or amenia. Mr. De forgot. It's memory loss."

"Amnesia means Mr De?"

I cried while covering my face with both palms. Not at all concerned with the conversation of the two of them.

"Yes, yes, that's what sir de means. Am, am, am what was it?"

"Amnesia Mr. De."

"Yes that. Looks like he's amnesiac. The proof is that he does not remember the name of the angel and his duties. Galang alone who is still TK has memorized out of his head. And one more. When asked for his name, he cried. He must be sad because he can't remember his name. What a pity, beautiful beautiful but amnesiac."

"Sir De's sure he's amnesiac?"

Uh wait wait wait. Why are they talking about amnesia? And what was that? he said I don't remember the name of the angel, lost to the Kindergarten? While I was still confused to digest their words, there was a sound of footsteps that seemed to wear pantofel shoes