Chapter 9

Gerald said it quietly while still remembering. There was more Kamila said, but when he forced himself to remember, Gerald's head felt dizzy. The man massaged his sore forehead.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" asked Griselda. She was worried about her son's condition. Both hands were immediately directed to stroke her son's forehead and head.

Gerald shook his head weakly. "It's okay, Ma. I'm just remembering something," he said.
"Remembering about that kiss you said? Who did it?" Max asked. He was curious about that.
"Vira Jayanti. My wife," Gerald replied softly.

Griselda and Max looked at each other. They were both wondering how that could happen.
"Is that really so? How can just a kiss wake up a comatose person? From medical records, it never happened," Max explained.

Gerald thought that what his father said was true. However, he didn't know why it happened.
"How many times did he kiss you—on the cheek or where?" Max asked.

Gerald thought again. He wasn't sure a kiss could wake him up either. His wife only said that she had kissed him.

"Papa, don't force our son to remember. Don't you remember what the doctor said?" Griselda admonished her husband. She didn't want her son to be heavy from thinking so hard.

Max rubbed his face roughly. He just wanted to know more clearly. Something that sounded absurd, but that was the truth.

"I don't know much either, Pa. Because I'm not awake yet. Maybe it wasn't a kiss that made me wake up," Gerald whispered.

"The doctor himself doesn't know why I woke up either. My wife said it was luck," he continued.
Griselda glanced at her husband, who was placing his hand on her chin. Max's eyes were fixed on the child from top to bottom.

"Let's go out and get some rest. Tomorrow morning, we'll have a big meal to celebrate our son's recovery," Max said.

"Yes, he just woke up. It's better to let him rest. Whatever it is, we can talk about it later," Griselda said.
Griselda gave Gerald a kiss, while Max just gently stroked his son's hair. After saying goodnight and a good night's rest, the two left Gerald's room. They met Kamila, who was sitting on a sofa. Upon seeing her in-laws, Kamila quickly got up and bowed. Kamila had to look polite, obedient, and unassuming if she wanted to be safe.

"You can come in and accompany your husband in the room," Max ordered.
"Yes, Pa," said Kamila. She was actually confused about what to call him.
"You don't have to bow before us like that. You are already part of this family," Griselda explained.
Kamila nodded quickly.

"Tomorrow morning there will be a meal together; you can join us," Max said.
Kamila was nervous. Tomorrow? She was already thinking about what to wear, what to say, and how crowded it would be. Kamila didn't want to be invited, but now she was Mrs. Arven.
"Okay, Dad," Kamila replied briefly.

Gerald's parents left her. Then, she went into her husband's room.
***
There were too many members of the Arven family, and it was a mafia family. Kamila didn't want to make a mistake. She could only calm down first and wait for the right time for all this to end.

Kamila exhaled; she had just entered and was already sweating. In fact, the room was air-conditioned. Right now, she would definitely have to deal with a man first. Kamila will continue to share a room with that man. It was Gerald Clinton Arven, her husband, who was staring at her from the bedside. His gaze looked like he wanted to eat her. Kamila could not imagine what her days would be like if she continued to be with the Arven family.

Since Gerald had been in a coma for two months, it would take some time for him to recover bodily functions. Right now, he couldn't take care of himself, so he still needed Kamila's help.

"You haven't slept yet? Do you need anything?" Kamila asked,, stepping towards her husband. Being considerate, the reason was not because she was a wife, but because Kamila just wanted him and his family to be safe.

"I need to pee," Gerald replied.

"Curse you, Kamila! He's asking for something strange!" Kamila sneered inwardly. She felt like retracting the previous sentence.

Gerald answered as lightly as cotton; he really considered Kamila his wife. It's natural as a legal couple, right? However, Kamila was amused.

"Why are you silent? Do you want me to throw you on this bed?" asked Gerald, full of emphasis.

"No-no." Kamila crossed her arms quickly. She couldn't be bothered to clean up the traces of her urine.
"What's wrong with him? He didn't have parents to ask for help earlier. Did she just have a sudden urge?" Kamila grumbled to herself. Yes, how could she say it directly? A bullet could pierce her head.

"I'll go find someone else to help. Please hold on," Kamila said hurriedly.

Gerald smiled wryly, gave her an unclear look, and said, "You are my wife. Aren't you willing to help me? I can't take it anymore."

"Okay, okay," Kamila replied spontaneously.

Kamila pursed her lips tightly. She had no choice. Kamila lived in someone else's house, and she was a wife who bore the name Vira Jayanti. Kamila resigned to her fate and walked to Gerald's side, ready to help him up. It was still difficult for a girl like her to help her husband get up.

Gerald did not complicate things and was trying out the body-lightening technique. Kamila slowly helped her husband to the bathroom. The toilet lid opened by itself. When she saw her husband's black pants, she was having an awkward moment right now.

"Wait a minute!"

Kamila took a breath and closed her eyes. That left Gerald confused, watching what his wife was doing. Lowering her body, Kamila began to move her hands to pull down her husband's pants. I'm hoping she didn't get the wrong grip. By now, the pants were down to the level of Gerald's calves. Then she held both of her husband's shoulders.

After urinating, Gerald asked Kamila to come back. "Please clean up."

Kamila quickly took a shower. Gerald, who could not stand up, spluttered because Kamila was left alone. He also supported his body with his hands against the wall. The bathroom in Gerald's room was very spacious. There is a bathtub, toiletries, and a toilet separated by a curtain.

"Well," Kamila said, handing him the shower with her right hand while her left hand was used to cover her eyes.

"Why are you giving me that, huh?" asked Gerald.
"Well, water comes out of here," Kamila replied.
"Have you not urinated or defecated since then?" asked Gerald again.

"Yes, I was using this shower. It feels electrifying. There's no dipper or bucket here to collect water. I'm also wondering why the lid of the toilet opens on its own. So, I'm confused," replied Kamila.
Gerald was taken aback by his wife's uniqueness. "This is an expensive toilet. You need to press a button to release the water," he said.

Kamila noticed there were too many buttons on the toilet. She didn't know which one. Kamila felt she was too primitive, or Gerald was too modern?

"Which one?" she asked.