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I Hate The Fact That We Are Married (Or Maybe I Not)3 DAYS LATER
“ ~~~~, go to your ward and have a rest. You’ve been waiting for him for almost 3 days. “My mum says. “ I’m okay omma… don’t worry…” I say weakly. To be frank, my body is hurt like hell. It has been 3 days I’ve been sitting on this chair. My legs are numb. But, I know Hoya oppa is bearing more pain than me. I’ve to wait for him, I’ve to take care of him…. as… a good wife…. A responsible wife… “Honey.. Please.. At least have a short rest.. Think about your heath too.. “Mum pleads. “I’m okay omma. Don’t worry about me.
“hmm..If that you want..but, if you need anything please call me arrasso?” I nodded. My mum leaves us. I look blankly at oppa. Oppa.. when will you wake up? Please wake up… I miss you… I grab his hands and kiss it. I’m sorry…. Suddenly I feel his fingers starts moving. “Oppa?!” my eyes widen. “Oppa you’re awake?!”
His eyes are slowly open. “ ~~~~…. ~~~~!” “shhh.. oppa.. I’m here…wait I’ll call the doctor.” I was about to stand up but he grab my hands. “No... Don’t... Just stay here…With me… Please…” he begs. I nod. “ Oppa… I’m sorry.” I say while crying. “It’s okay… I forgive you… thank you for accepting me back.” He sobs. “Oppa… I promise I’ll be a good wife for you… and good mother for our baby.” I kiss his forehead.
“But, oppa… will you promise to me something?” I ask. “What?” “Will you accompany me when I’m delivering?” “Of course honey.”
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