
Chapter 30
Marsha opened her eyelids slowly. He saw Arga looking at him with tears in his eyes. The woman thought her husband was crying because he thought he was going to die.
"Alhamdulillah, O Allah .. My wife finally opened her eyes," Arga said while cupping Marsha's face.
"Marsha, can you see me?" asked Arga because his wife was silent and did not respond.
The doctor arrived with two nurses. They're checking Marsha's situation. They were very happy because the patient finally regained consciousness.
"Alhamdulillah, Sir. Ms. Marsha has woken up from her coma after two years. Hopefully in the future can recover soon and move back to normal," said the doctor.
Hearing her in a coma for two years makes Marsha very surprised. He didn't expect to lie in the hospital all that time. Then, the woman touched her now flat stomach.
'My baby? Where's my baby?' inner Marsha.
Arga looked at the wife's teary eyes while touching her stomach. Then, he clasped his hands and rubbed Marsha's head.
"Our son is healthy and is now with his mother and grandmother in the apartment. He is growing well" Arga said gently.
The doctor and the two nurses were moved to see the two of them. Of course, the three people assume that Arga and Marsha are the ideal married couple, loving and loving each other. Seen for two years Arga always faithfully accompanied Marsha.
"Mum Marsha's son is a smart and handsome boy like his father" one of the nurses said.
"Yes, right. Alva is so cute and adorable. Especially if he is playing with his father in the hospital garden. It's often a spectacle and entertainment for the people here" another nurse continued.
Marsha just glanced at Arga. He was amazed by the words of the two nurses. In the past, it was clear that this husband rejected the baby in his womb as a responsibility because it was not a seed from him. The woman still very clearly remembered the day that the man cursed and left her for the sake of the lover.
It felt like Marsha was eager to get away from this man. Especially since then just keep wiping his head and clasping his hands.
"I'll call our mother first. They will certainly be very happy when they hear that you are already awake from the coma," Arga said then moved to take his cellphone stored on the table.
Marsha was silent as she listened to Arga talk on the phone. The man was very excited when he told him that his wife was conscious. A happy smile was painted on his face that increasingly looked handsome.
"Because it's late and Alva is also asleep, so our mother will come tomorrow morning" Arga said as she sat back next to the gurney.
"You gotta?" asked Arga, but Marsha was silent.
Arga also took the initiative to take his water and clean a little through a spoon. The man painstakingly gave a drink to his wife.
"It's late, you're sleeping again, yeah!" order Arga while rubbing Marsha's head gently.
Alva will quickly sleep if his head or back is rubbed. He did the same thing to Marsha. It was not long before the woman fell asleep.
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In the morning, Marsha's hospital room was filled with her family. Alva looks very happy when she sees Marsha has opened her eyes. The little boy kissed his mother's face.
"Alva dear Mother," said Alva slurred and Marsha smiled with teary eyes. This woman did not think that the baby who used to be in the womb is now good at talking.
"Bun–da is also sa–yang," Marsha replied with her stammering and raucous voice.
Alva immediately went to lie down and hugged Marsha. He did what Arga often did to him. Sleeping while hugging and giving a kiss on the cheek or forehead.
"Mother should be healthy, we'll play" Alva said with her mouth round and everyone there laughed.
Marsha's tears melted so happy. He rubbed his son's head and kissed his cheeks and forehead.
"Mother is sick again?" alva asked as she wiped the tears on Marsha's cheek.
Only the skirting was done by the woman. He held back so much that the sound of his sobbing did not come out of his mouth. Seeing Alva reminds Marsha of Sakti.
'Look at this child of yours! He's so smart like you. May his nature and conduct also follow you, ' Inner Marsha.
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Will Marsha and Arga be good or not? Follow their story, yes!