2 A WOUNDED HEART
Season 2 - 39. Rival

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Arsha and Arsy run around the hospital corridor. They are racing to find who first arrived in the Ajeng room.

"Sister, don't run in the hospital corridor, yes!" One of the nurses they passed, advised. As a result, the twins were forced to stop running and change by brisk walking.

"I got there first!"

Brakkk

"MAMA!" Arsha unceremoniously opened the door to her mother's room.

"Oek.. oek..."

Little Azka who had just slept after being given ASI by Ajeng also jumped in shock and cried so badly.

"Arsha.." said Cakra trying to suppress the annoyance because of the behavior of his first son's bars.

"Sorry, Pa.." Arsha replied.

"Gara-gara lo baby sister so cry. Fuck up!" arsy's protest passed past Arsha who was still standing at the door.

Arsy approached his parents and endured it with reverence. "How's mama doing?" tanyanya.

"Mama's better, son. It's all thanks to do'a mama's children." Ajeng replied.

Arsyi smiles. He glanced around the room for a moment. "Where are Dira's grandparents and sister, Pa?" ask Arsyi.

"home. Grandma's tired, so need a break." The teacher who answered. Now his hands are busy swinging Azka to fall asleep again.

"Mama..." Arsha who saw her mother was back to health felt very grateful. Her eyes were so happy because she was still given the opportunity by God to feel the love of a mother.

"Mas, please put Azka on her bed!" pinta Ajeng handed the red baby to her father. Slowly Cakra put Azka to sleep in her baby bed.

"Arsha..." Now Ajeng turned to his eldest son. In a sense, she had heard from her husband about how devastated Arsha was when she was critical. "Here, son.. hug mama!" The woman in her 40s stretched out her hand.

Arsha's tears fell and she immediately hugged Ajeng. "Arsha is afraid, Ma. Arsha was afraid that mom would leave. Arsha loves mama.." sobs the teenager.

Ajeng was moved to have a son who loved him very much. Gently stroked that thick black unraveling head. "Mama also loves Arsha. God is still giving mama a chance and mama is praying that God gives mama longevity so that she can accompany Arsha and the other mama's children until you succeed later and have a family of each," say Ajeng.

"Arsha wants to be with mom.." whine Arsha.

"What the hell, Lo? Shirk!" Arsha sneers.

"Kayak monkey you sneer that way!" arsy's taunts are unrelenting.

"You guys, get over the argument, your sister's gonna wake up again!" Cakra Commandments.

"Yes, Pa.." ll

Arsha and Arsyi stood looking at the younger brother who slowly closed his eyes.

"It's such a handsome baby sister." praised Arsyi. It felt like he wanted to kiss her red cheeks and the puffiness of his sister.

"I'm a little more handsome, anyway." said Arsha proud of himself.

"What the hell, the same sister herself does not want to lose. The brothers!" Arsy sniffed at his twin.

"Oh yeah, what's the baby's name? If you didn't hear me wrong, did you mention Azka's name?" ask Arsy.

"Yes. Grandma gave Atharrazka's name to your sister. So mama called him Azka." Ajeng replied.

"Name is good, but why doesn't the call be Athar, Ma? I think Athar's better to hear" protested Arsy.

The smiling chakra wins. Now he has allies.

"Bagusan Azka, I. If Athar is a bit old, Azka is more cute..." As always, between the twins, there are always different opinions.

"As far as you are, deh. I want to call Athar. So don't forbid me..." Arsy glanced cynically.

"Like you, anyway. It doesn't matter to me either!" Arsha replied not cynically.

Ajeng and Cakra were just head bobbles looking at their twin sons who never got along.

...Seriate...

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