Why should I ask for more?
At my parent`s house
I`ve aware dat he stayed up late last Saturday just to do the laundries.
I knew he woke up early on Sunday morning just to sunny all the clothes.
He went to the market around 12 noons to get our foods supply for next week.
He drove my sis around to Gemas town to get her medication and stuffs.
He got back exhaustedly and only to find me layback on the bed, groaning and screaming ill full.
He tried his best to get my pain down. From balm to segala jenis tok nenek minyak urut.
Failed. Me remain agonizing.
I`ve vomited for 5-6 times.
He tried his best to make my entire tummy “ingredients” to come out easily by rubbing my back.
I spanked his hand.And I confronted to him, it wasn`t make me feel good, it makes me felt dead beat as all the stuff coming out faster, which I can`t stand it. I need it to be delayed so I can breath!
He lifted me up after I finished at the toilet sink, and brought me to bed. Thanks to myself for throwing out, since it made me a bit lighter.
He quickly got all our stuff packed including the clothes that were not fully dry yet.
My handbag, my watch, my rings, everything he arranged it properly and put it all in the car.
I was on a wheel chair. I can`t walk. My face so ghastly and my hair was sooo unpretty.
In the car
On da way back, my groaning sync was louder than the Shile On 7 songs that were playing. I don give it a dem to the songs even that was my favorite songs.
He tried to drive as fast as he could. Our car has turned to be an ambulance that day.
That was the longest 45 minutes ever in my life. Lucky I was able to sustain.
At the clinic
I received 1 injection on my butt for da fifth times in my entire life for the same reason. And it was awful. 20 minutes after that, I was getting` better as I can walk and talk. It`s a good sign indeed. I knew that I was goin to get better quickly after the injection as that was the fifth time ok. Experiences told me.
At our home
He gave me pillow and makes me comfortable to lie on the carpet, as I can`t climb the stair because my body was not strong enough yet.
He washed all the dishes and prepared some food for me.
At night, before we got sleep. I thanked to him for all the good things that he has done for me. My eyes were pooled up with tears as I really touched.
Why should I ask for more in this life?? Why should I??? Eventually I realized the value and strength of love. Love has its own magical power. When someone that you love is in danger or whatever bad situation, u will noticed that at all of a sudden u would become a mighty super hero. U will do whatever u can do to save her/him. That is the power of love. Perhaps, Celine Dion was right.
He is an angle.
He is my angelic husband.
And am goin to love him forever.
I EVEN FALL INTO TEARS AS I TYPE THIS ENTRY
“Baby, I dh tulis dekat blog, as I promised u that night. Thanks sooo muchhhhhhh n I love you”