WIDOW IN MY BED

What if Hazel’s eyes never opened again to look at him? Can Matt still enjoy her smile? Then, warm her breath and skin. Can it be Matt’s forever?

Sad and frustrated. Those two words exactly describe what’s in Matt’s heart right now.

It’s like Matt’s body was hit by a big wave in the middle of a storm, drowning him in one stroke, and there’s only hope left. Truly, relief had just filled the mafia boss’s heart room when, with his own eyes, watching the children of those who were born safely-although Amanda’s womb had to be removed for safety procedures. Unfortunately, not until that moment of happiness, Amanda was in a coma.

Somehow, Matt expressed his gratitude at the moment because God was still kind enough to give a glimpse of hope for him and their baby-even though it had been two days since Amanda was still late in her long break.

The door of the VVIP ICU room where Amanda was treated was slowly pushed open, showing the figure of Adam Husain, Matt’s former right-hand man who somehow escaped the dark world. The gallant man flew to Sydney after Jav reported Matt’s current condition-very much in need of support-then walked in and stood beside his former boss’s best friend.

“Crazy! You put a lot of bodyguards around the room. Are you kidding-” Matt cut with a sharp look.

Amanda’s asleep, and this guy’s making noise?

Adam raised both hands. “Okay, okay, sorry. I came straight here after I finished my work. I’m sorry if I’m late. I don’t think your wife’s in this serious condition. I’ve been in Paris for a week. “Is there still no development?” asked Adam, his eyes seeming to see his best friend’s wife concerned.

Matt smiles slightly, noticing how his thumb, which never ceases to rub Amanda’s back of the hand, swells in response.

“You look like shit, Boss.” Adam said while putting some paper and coffee on the front desk of the sofa, “I brought food and clothes for you. Gucci, expensive, and I’d be kind enough to give you alms.”

Matt usually gets through that after hearing the sentence. But now Adam grimaced in his heart, watching Matt’s handsome half-dead face. He didn’t reply.

“I have an acquaintance with a doctor in Germany. If his condition still hasn’t progressed, I can contact him.”

“Amanda’s going to wake up soon, Adam!” Okay, Adam no longer dared harass a lion in sensitive mode.

Then Matt gets up. His palms touch Amanda’s hair, giving her a heartfelt elucidation. The man slightly lowers his body, landing a rather long lip on his wife’s forehead.

“My wife, Amanda, I’m always here. I can wait for you anytime, but please take some time because I’ve missed you. I miss you, Lily, and our baby boy needs Mommy, too.”

Matt smiled; this time, he replaced Amanda’s palm. “I’m going to the bathroom for a while to wash up, and I hope I can hear your voice soon. I love Amanda.” Then, change your eyes at Adam. “Take care of my wife for a while; don’t go anywhere.”

Matt temporarily leaned his back against the bathroom door. His head was slightly raised, his eyes tightly closed, and a heavy sigh came through his lips. Matt needed to stay positive and be sure this storm would pass soon.

….

Three days passed, and Matt, the atheist, began to believe in God and continued to give thanks in his heart. His body was numb, and his heavy strides froze in the cold porcelain.

Matt was stunned when his black iris met Hazel’s eyes, who also looked at him full of emotion. His heart was pounding hard in there, and there was nothing Matt could do but burst into his wife’s frail body immediately; Matt supported Amanda’s body, embracing the already filled with tears, overwhelmed with emotions that indicated longing.

“M-Matt…”

Matt approached Amanda, waiting for his wife to say something. “Where’s our baby, Matt?”

“There’s a dear. He’s in intensive care at the NICU right now. You’re patient. I’ll see you tomorrow.” said her husband, and she was nodding off by Amanda.

“I miss you, Amanda! I, really, really miss you, my wife.” That’s all he could say later.

Matt’s eyeballs rattled riotously, staring deep into Amanda’s eyeballs that were no different. Both palms passed well on both sides of Amanda’s face, which was still very pale.

“Y-You okay? Would anyone still be sick? Ah, one second… I’ll get you a doctor.” Matt pressed the impatient bell for a long time, even though it was only five seconds, and instead shouted in the hallway to be called a guard nurse.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Amanda closed her lips, which were still trembling after the doctors and nurses came out of the room. She looked at her husband, Matthew Wallace. She even woke up thirty minutes ago.

Make a new space in the light of Matt’s feelings, along with someone who fills his heart, the light of his life that will return to health and return to their home.

Amanda wasn’t lying. Her hands or body still weren’t as powerful as they were to move so much. But Amanda will be forced to return Matt’s body in her arms. They’ve divided the longing into long arms. And unknowingly, Amanda heard her husband sobbing. Then, the claustrophobia spread as soon as the most anti-displayed cry also attacked the eagle’s eyes. Amanda hurriedly wiped away tears as Matt’s voice shook, saying a few words.

And why is Matt crying?

“Sorry… It’s Amanda. I’m sorry, my dear.”

“…..”

“I shouldn’t have left you and gone to the docks. I’m sorry your husband couldn’t take care of you. I’m sorry, you have to be in critical condition for giving birth to our son. I’m sorry I lacked sensitivity and prioritized you. But I can’t live without you in it, Amanda. I can’t do anything. Life is dark soon when I almost lost you, which is the light of my life.”

“Yes, Matt. I forgive you. Never mind, you don’t have to think about it anymore. Hey, you’re a violent mob boss, ashamed of your men outside. Isn’t it time for us to be happy, hm?”

Even though Amanda feels there is nothing to forgive, Matt has done his duties and obligations as a husband very well. But then, if it’s not like this, Matt will keep blaming himself.

“How can I not think of you while you are a part of my life? I may sound like an excuse, but I’ve never loved anyone. Forgive your imperfect husband. I will make amends for my incompetence by making you happy and our sons and daughters forever. I couldn’t promise because God never promised that the sky would always be blue, but I will do everything in my power so our sky never falls.”

“Yeah, calm down, Matt. I’m here!” Amanda whispers when Matt’s hands caress her hair gently.

Doesn’t Matt know Amanda needs a break and doesn’t want to hear his speech right now? Amanda sighed. “Compassionate, my husband. Behold, your snot makes your good looks drop, Sir Wallace.”

Matt nodded, returning to his wife’s body in relief. He kissed the wisdom on the back of her hand. There’s nothing to reveal; they both understand each other’s feelings. They both learned to strengthen each other and endure together and now, one new subject awaits the parents of two children.

“Amanda,” he called out as he sat beside the patient’s bed. “Does your back still hurt?”

“Huh? Didn’t you get my stomach operated on, Matt?”

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” Matt frowned, worried.

“Is there a problem? Remember, I just had a cesarean section, not a lung operation.” Matt smiled at Amanda’s astonished face, trying to understand what she meant. Then, again, he landed the first kiss on his wife’s pale lips.

“How come your wings aren’t there?”

“Huh?”

Amanda’s loading up on Matt’s old rant.

“Uh, forget. My wife, isn’t she human? But the heart and all that is in him are angels!”

Amanda wanted to laugh, but she kept her stomach from shaking. “Damn. You’re so old-fashioned, Matt.”

“But Mommy’s kids love me, right?”

Amanda did not answer because her heart was already light as a victim of Matt’s flirting, and she chose to kiss her man, who was full of love, before falling asleep in dreamland.

No more grief.

No more tears.

The disappointment they once tasted was the key to happiness. Ever.

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