Married to Mr. Duda
Tranquility

...~Happy Reading~...

After a while, now Nasya's cry has subsided a little. The position of the two is still the same, namely hugging on the floor. Nasya could not deny that he still felt comfortable while in the arms of Adnan. However, he also did not easily forget all the events after events that so hurt his heart.

“Drink?” Adnan tried to offer Nasya a drink, and the woman immediately nodded without making a sound, because indeed crying was draining.

"What's your hand?" adnan asked when he saw Nasya take a glass from his hand.

Quickly, Adnan immediately saw the wound on Nasya's hand, very visible worry on Adnan's face.

"A—aku gapapa," replied Nasya trying to pull his hand.

Adnan immediately got up and went out of the room, for a moment Nasya was confused and astonished. Why did Adnan leave him again, but when he was about to cry suddenly he saw Adnan back in with a p3k box.

"This is your hand," said Adnan directly grabbed Nasya's hand and applied his medicine, "Why can it be like this hem?" ask her softly.

"So want to make milk," replied Nasya slowly but her facial expression was still flat, and occasionally still heard the sound of sobs.

It was hard for Adnan, seeing his wife hurt but not being able to indulge in her. Indeed, at this time Adnan increasingly misses his wife, and he hopes to arrive Nasya immediately embraced him, whining at him and spoiled him. But unfortunately, it only exists in Adnan's wishful thinking and dreams.

I don't know how long he has to wait. But he will still try to be patient and accept because his wife is like this because of her.

After a while, Adnan had already finished treating Nasya's wounds. He put the box to the table and now looked at Nasya.

“How? Is it calm now? Rest yes, let Rayyan be like me," said Adnan but Nasha shook her head.

“I want to sleep with his hyks," replied Nasya quickly, he still lowered his head, as if reluctant to stare towards Adnan. But he also refused to be left behind.

Strange, even Nasya himself did not understand what he was feeling at the moment. He did not want Adnan to leave again, but he also could not forgive Adnan.

“Alright, you are here first, let me take Rayyan,”ucap Adnan while lifting Nasha's body and sitting her on the bed.

‘Mas Adnan,’ Nasya muttered in his heart while taking a deep breath as possible.

Lying if he does not miss the figure of the man, after what was done Adnan was able to give his calm. Little by little their memories opened up, but resentment, anger and disappointment still dominated his feelings. He still had a hard time accepting everything, the pain, disappointment and regret that he could not forget just like that, as if also forbidding him to give his forgiveness.

He wants to be hugged, spoiled, noticed and given a place to rest. However, his heart was also still so difficult to accept everything. Selfish? of course Nasya is selfish, he is indeed very selfish, but does he also want to be in a position like this?

After a while, Adnan has now returned to Nasya's room again with a small baby. Slowly, Adnan sat down on the side of the bed next to Nasya.

“You still want to carry it? Or let him sleep there?” adnan asked slightly frowning his forehead staring at Nasya.

“So why is she crying?” nasya finally tried to suppress his ego and fight his pain.

“She's thirsty,” Adnan replied with a heavy sigh, “Slow down, I'm sure you can. Do not cry anymore, do not panic because your feelings are very strong. What you feel will be felt by him. Calm your heart yes.” he added at length.

“A—aku ... “

“Nasya,” call Adnan while holding Nasya's hand fingers so gently, “Is it still hard for you to forgive me?”

Nasya did not reply, he just fell silent and lowered his head. His mind is wandering. Thinking about why he was so hard to forgive Adnan. Is he too selfish? Yes, Nasya also thinks like that, but how? When his body just refused to be close to Adnan.

“Can't you forgive me? Open another sheet with me, with the kids. I know, maybe it's my fault that you're too overloaded. But I was trying to fix it. Yes, I beg .. excuse me,” pinta Adnan with full application.

Nasya could not immediately reply, he was busy squeezing both fingers of his hand. His heart said YES I want to forgive you, repeat the longing that has been lost.

And replace all the bad memories with beautiful ones. But .... But his tongue feels mute, he is not able to say that. His mind seemed to reject loudly, the shadow shadow shadow always appeared whenever he wanted to try to reconcile with his current situation. It's not as easy as turning the palm.

...~To be continuous.......