Name : M.

Khresna Dirgantara

NPM : A1B019034

Class : 5B

 Intrinsict

Character: The narrator(John wife), John, Jennie

Setting: John and the wife house that located in england

Plot: A wife that telling the life about the illness problem that the wife had faced and the way of
John caring her

Theme: (affection)

- Caring the beloved one while she/he got ill

Point of view: (POV 3)

 Extrinsic aspect:

It’s the treatment, John want to make the best treat to the wife but the wife like hiding something
and following the stories, the wife begin to shown the disease that more worse and end with the
lost of her insanity.

The story is telling the kind of life of very rarely that mere ordinary people like John and
the wife secure the ancestral halls for the summer. A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, she
would say a haunted house, and height of the feistiness of romantic moment – but that would be
asking a big wish!

Still she will proudly declare that something fishy about it.

Even so, why should it be let so cheaply? She think. And why have stood so long empty
and untenanted? John laughs at her, of course, but she wondering something in the marriage.
John’s simple man. He has no patience with faith, very believe in kind of myth, legend and
supersitition, also scoffs openly about something that unreal it means he is doesn’t believe about
something that not have live being, without logic and can’t be count or countless.

Still, even John is physician my illness still slow to heal or can she says that her energy
going decreased. Still John don’t wanna think she is sick or believe that she sick and he do the
best he can do for her.
 If a physician of high standing, and the only husband, reassure friends and relatives that
there is really nothing wrong with someone except temporary nervous depression

on - a slightly hysterical tendency - what to do? her sister is also a doctor, and also has a
high degree, and she says the same thing all the time. So she take phosphates or phosphites

whatever it is, and tonics, and travel, and air, and exercise, and absolutely forbidden to
"work" or can she say normal activity is get restrited until she well again. Personally, she don't
agree with their ideas. Personally, she believe that a fun job, with fun and change, will be
beneficial for she, of course she think that migt be can make her fell well but still she dont wanna
make them worried too much especially mher husband itself

But what is one to do? She did write for a while 111 spite of them; but it does exhaust her
a good deal-having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition against her sickness.

She sometimes imagine that in her condition if she had less opposite and more.
socializing and stimulus - but John says the worst thing she can do is think about her condition
itself, and she admit it always makes her feel bad. So she’ll leave it alone and talk about the
house. The most beautiful place! It was quite alone, standing well back from the road, quite three
miles from the village. It makes she think of English places that you read about, for there are
hedges and walls and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and
people.

There is a magnificent garden! she never saw such a garden -large and shady, full of box-
bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them. There were
greenhouses, too, but they are all broken now. There was some legal issues happened, might be
something connected with the heirs and co heirs; anyhow, the place has been empty for years.
That make her mind think something ghostly, she was afraid, but she don't care - there is
something odd and strange or fishy - she can feel it. she even said so to John one night at the
evening when the moonlight is shine, but he said what she’s just felt was a dizzy and tired, and
shut the window.

she get unreasonably angry with John sometimes she know that little bad for him too but
its just her that can’t took anymore of this illness. She sure she never used to be so sensitive. She
think it is due to this nervous condition. But John says if she feel so, she shall ignore proper self-
control; so she try very hard to control myself-before him, at least, and that makes her so tire

she don't like their room a bit. She wanted one downstairs that opened on the piazza and
had roses all over the window, and such pretty old-fashioned chintz hangings! But John don’t
wanna make that idea came true.

He said there was only one window and not room for two beds, and no near room for him
if he took another. He is very careful and loving, and hardly let her stir without special direction.
 She have a prescription for a directed schedule for each hour of the day he does all the
grooming for her, what a caring husband . So she feel how ungrateful it would be not to
appreciate it more.

He said we came here purely for my reasons, that she should have a perfect rest and all
the fresh air she can get. "Your training depends on your strength, my dear," he said, "

And your food can be to your taste; but you can absorb air all the time." So hired a nurse
and was placed upstairs

In the big room that airy and large with the many windows is almost squared the room
and had catch almost the sunlight inside the room also the air that get in is freshly and breezy
because of the window position that build so well . She judge the condition there. For the
windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls. The paint and
paper look so old like school boy rip it off but its had good stripe- in great patches all around the
head of her bed, about as far as she can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room
low down. she never saw a worse paper in her life.

One of the flamboyant wall patterns. Blunt enough to confuse the eye, which is enough to
constantly distract and blur the focus of learning, and when looking at the angle it's like seeing a
tear that has been left unattended without any meaningful repair.

The color is unsightly, almost distracting a smoldering faded yellow, fading strangely by the
slow-rotating rays of the sun.

It's a dull yet sinister orange in some places, a sickly sulfur color in others. No wonder
kids hate it! she must hate myself if she have to stay in this room for long. Then John came, and
she had to get rid of this, -he doesn't like it when she’s make a word that leads to complaints

He’s just wanna make the wife feel better soon.