I walked into Nurhan's room and saw Nurhan was already awake. I came towards him and took a seat beside his bed. I tried my best to smile, but it seemed that my eyes could not deceive him.
"You look so sad, sweetheart.." Nurhan's hand cupped my left cheek.
My eyes were already blurred with tears. No, I must not cry! I. Must. Not. Cry. I took a deep breath and exhaled calmly. I gently touched Nurhan's hand and caressed it. This hand.. I would miss every touch of him.
"Husband.. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked softly.
Yes, I was angry at him for not telling me something so important. However, I did not want to act irrational. Being with Nurhan.. He taught me a lot about self-controlling. His calmness, his firmness, his coldness, his love, his affection..
Nurhan grabbed my hand and patted them. "I do not want to worry you. I am sorry, that is very selfish of me."
"Stubborn idiot," I folded my hands and shifted my eyes to the small lamp on the small table beside his bed.
The atmosphere was cold, silence. After awhile, I took the courage to talk again. "We still have time. You should get treated."
This time, Nurhan raised to a sitting position. His face started to look slightly pale and his sick eyes stared at me lovingly. My tears started to roll down my cheeks. However, I still tried to keep a straight face with my hands still folded.
Nurhan pulled me into his embrace. "I love you, my wife. I love you so much, Natasha."