"BABE MY WIFE." I weakly call her. She is still crying. Crying.
"Babe, you are alive?" I couldn't help but ask her, because I still couldn't believeof what I saw.
Is it true that I see her or Am I hallucinating? That my wife is alive? And she embraces me now. Lord if this is a dream, I do not want to wake up. I really can't handle everything.
Surprisingly, she looked up at me. And still frowning, she looks seemed to be questioning.
"Yes, I'm alive, very alive. Why did you asked that?" This question surprised me.
"How? My friends said you didn't have it, that you didn't make it. You didn't survive because of the numbers of wounds you got, and you lost a lot of blood." I explained to her.
Her forehead furrowed even more than I said.