When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
Maaf
Haikal was shocked to see his wife drowning in a bathtub. Soon he carried his wife's soaking wet body. He presses Siska's chest repeatedly, performing CPR to help his wife.
"Siska, wake! Don't scare me!" haikal shouted in panic. When her eyes are red, hold back tears from falling. He himself did not know why seeing his wife like this made his body tremble in fear. I was afraid that something bad would happen to my wife.
He'll feel very guilty.
Not forgetting he gave his wife artificial breath. Four times did it then Siska coughed. The woman brought water out of her mouth. Slowly her eyelids opened, her gaze blurred.
"Thank God you're sober!" Haikal tightly hugged Siska's soaking wet body. He closed his eyes tightly, afraid that something unwanted might happen to his wife. Unknowingly she shed her tears. It was like feeling Dejavu.
In the past he was too late to save Siska. To the point that the woman was in a coma for several days due to the loss of blood. Fortunately, his life was helped by receiving blood donations from his father.
"I'm sleepy," murmured Siska slowly making Haikal immediately undressed his wife, to innocence. He held Siska what bridal style, not forgetting he took a towel to wipe his wife's body.
Siska closed her eyes, she let Haikal wipe her body dry. Her tears just drip. Anger and heartache mixed. Haikal only cares about her when she's sick.
Not to forget that the man put on Siska knit clothes, so that the woman was warm. He also applied wind oil on Siska's stomach, soles of feet, palms and behind her ears.
Haikal also treated wounds on Siska's knee. He was silent for a moment, aware that he had made a grave mistake in hurting his wife.
"Why are you helping me?" siska asked slowly making Haikal look at her.
"Because you are my wife" Haikal replied briefly.
"You just treat me like a wife, if I'm sick, the rest don't."
"Sometimes I think dying is better than living as a show wife."
Siska smiled bitterly, Siska's words made Haikal clench his hands tightly. He wanted to say back to Siska, but could not. He did not want to interrupt his wife's rest. The man realized that Siska was sick at the moment.
Don't want to add to the problem. He better shut up.
"Sleep, I want to change clothes first" Haikal replied flatly.
The man went to change his clothes. Siska again cried softly, she slept sideways then hugged her roll tightly.
"I love to die with you, Mas. But why don't you?" murmured Siska with a raucous voice.
"Sleep, the day after I'm off and we'll go to the gynecologist for a consultation" Haikal said, making Siska smile wryly.
Honestly, she was happy to hear her husband. However, there was pain and resentment in his heart. Because the husband is very easy to control his feelings. Sometimes it makes him sad to want to die, then now it makes him happy.
"You …"
"It's very annoying," added Siska then turned to hug her husband's body tightly. Likewise with Haikal, he usually does not return his wife's embrace. However, this time he hugged Siska tightly.
"Sorry" Haikal said quietly. Just lip movements. The man was too hard to apologize to his wife.
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Siska opened her eyes wide, she was shocked as she felt her skin being stung by the sunlight. The woman saw the clock on the wall turned out to be 7 in the morning. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
"I woke up late again, haduh .. Mas Haikal must be angry," his murmur hurriedly washed his face.
When she finished, she got out of the bathroom. The sound of the door opening made him turn his head, apparently the husband entered to bring breakfast fried seafood rice.
"Mas" called Siska surprised to see her husband cooking breakfast for her first time since marriage.
"Let's eat, it will be cold," asked Haikal while smiling thinly to make Siska again and again surprised.
"Is the apocalypse near?" siska murmured softly to herself.
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