Sensational Husband
Ninety Eight
“Waah, Mas Azlan despite being sick but his face was always handsome,” one of the neighbors who had been cooking in the kitchen, he said, go straight to the family room to see the condition of the man who had left the village for many years. Azlan who used to look a little thin, now looks dashing, burly and athletic. Naturally he became the idol of the village girls.
The other mothers follow into the family room to peek at the handsome face.
“Now more cool ya.”
“Kayak is not the Azlan that used to be.”
Yaah.
“Thank you Mothers, it is very good to help cook in my home to welcome my eldest arrival,” Dinda told her neighbors.
“Iya. It's okay, kok.”
“Ya already then we excuse.”
“Thanks once again.” Dinda nodded and smiled broadly, letting her neighbors go.
Soon, many other neighbors came to visit Azlan. They brought various hands as adab to visit the sick. Dinda also invited them to enjoy the food that has been served at the dining table as a tribute to the guests who came to glorify it.
Dinda smiled broadly as she welcomed the arrival of a married couple carrying a pile of fruits, bread, and side dishes. None other than Veti and Anjas, the parents of Mekka Ghifari. Dinda rubbed the tip of Mecca's head as the girl cheered on her and kissed the back of her hand.
“Azlan, know this Mekka, you must have never seen it, right? Makka has been living in Yogyakarta with her aunt and in recent years has returned to the village after completing her studies at UGM.” Dinda introduced the guests. Brown hijab girl, brown eyes, and tall body.
Azlan nodded and commented a thin smile.
“This mekka is your future wife, we as parents have betrothed you a long time ago and you also have agreed to it,” continued Dinda.
Azlan looked into the brown eyes of Mecca, the girl immediately lowered her head to distract.
“Azlan, we're here to see you. We mourn the disaster that has befallen you. While you were in the hospital, we have also visited you several times, but you are still in a state of unconsciousness,” explained Anjas kindly.
“Thank you, Om,” replied Azlan.
“That's Om Anjas, and this is Aunt Veti. They used to help you take tea at a coffee shop before you went to Jakarta. You remember?” Dinda pointed at the couple in front of her.
Azlan looked at Veti and Anjas. His forehead frowned, remembering. Then shake.
“Yes already, no need to remember anymore. God willing, your memory will return to normal over time. Mommy is sure you can.” Dinda smiled faintly looking at the face of her son, whose forehead was still wrapped in bandages. Yes, after waking up from a long coma, Azlan could not remember anything. He doesn't even remember the last incident. And the doctor said that he lost his memory, his memory is still in recovery. Azlan also should not force himself to remember his past because it will actually make his brain work hard and eventually even dizziness and headaches.
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