2 A WOUNDED HEART
Comfort & Love

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Tonight, Cakra can't sleep. Besides because his head was still throbbing, also because he was busy thinking about how Ajeng was. Was the woman okay, considering her pale face when she met at the hospital earlier.

To reduce his worry, Cakra tried to contact Ajeng's phone, but only the voice of the operator replied, saying that the number he was referring to was off. Cakra was further struck with anxiety by not knowing how the woman was currently doing.

It felt like he had come out tonight to meet Ajeng, but his condition was still weak. The man can only be patient until morning, hopefully tomorrow the situation is much better.

"Pardon my selfishness, Jeng."

Cakra is aware if he is wrong because he has ignored Ajeng and it makes their relationship more unclear. Cakra is determined to solve the problem soon, whether she will be able to be with Ajeng or even have to release the woman to return with her husband. Whatever will happen later, Cakra has rounded up the fekad. However, the hope remains the same, namely being able to unite with Ajeng and build a household together as two people who have been hurt. Wounds have taught them how to strengthen one another.

.......

The clock has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. He was lying comfortably on one of the beds in the hospital. After Cakra left him this afternoon, Ajeng chose to stay in the hospital. He rented a room for him tonight. Even though he was fine, he refused to go home.

Ajeng stared at the white ceiling of the room, as his mind raged on how to continue his relationship with Cakra. The man asks her to rethink their relationship.

Honestly, for several months knowing Cakra, Ajeng felt a comfort that he might never feel when together with Radi. The two men were different, Radi with his kindness and romantic attitude, while Cakra with his pride and gentleness who always managed to make Ajeng melt.

In the past, Ajeng loved Radi so much. However, her love for Radi slowly fades along with the hurt and sadness her husband gives her. When he is down, injured and needs a backrest, there is always Cakra available beside him, treating wounds, strengthening hafi and giving shoulders for him to lean on. Ajeng feels comfortable with Cakra, but the question now is... is comfortable it can be interpreted with love? That still confused him.

"Radial Mass..." Ajeng tried to call the name of the man he had loved and had also incised wounds on him. Ajeng felt his feelings were ordinary, there was nothing shaking in his heart. Unlike if he called out that name while they were still together first, his heart would definitely instantly thump.

Ajeng sighed softly, I don't know what he was doing. Is this way he can establish the heart, to whom exactly his love is anchored. It still survives in the same harbor, or the ship has sailed, moved and stopped at a new port.

"Mas Cakra's..." Now the name of the man that Ajeng muttered.

Deg

Sure enough, his chest immediately throbbed pain. Especially when I remember what happened this afternoon. Seeing Cakra's closeness with his ex-wife, he is sick and injured. He felt unwilling that there was another woman so close to Cakra. Is he jealous? Is jealousy not a sign of love?

Ajeng closed his eyes, thinking about all these complexities made him tired. Soon, a soft snoring sounded as a sign that the woman had moved from the real world to the dreamland.

.......

In the morning, Cakra felt that his body had gotten much better. His head was not as painful as yesterday. After breakfast, he intended to directly visit the Ajeng residence, wanting to see the state of the woman.

After driving for approximately thirty minutes, Cakra finally arrived at the Ajeng residence. He pressed the bell as a sign of his arrival. Shortly after, a servant opened the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Cakra." said the servant. The middle-aged woman already knew Cakra because the man often came to the house to accompany his employer who was still in post-operative recovery, these few days.

"Is Ajeng there, Bi?" ask Cakra.

"Sorry, Sir. Miss Ajeng did not come home last night. Even the driver who drove the lady to the hospital yesterday hasn't come back yet" the waiter said.

Deg

Cakra was silent, whether Ajeng was still in the hospital, he thought. Is it true that the woman is sick to the point of having to stay there.

.......

After breakfast in the hospital canteen. Ajeng asked the driver to take him to a boutique. The woman wanted to buy a set of clothes in lieu of her clothes yesterday that were already dirty.

Now Ajeng's appearance is neat and clean. She was ready to meet her baby at the hospital. Incidentally the hospital where he stayed overnight was different from the hospital where Dira was treated.

Arriving in front of the NICU room, from the transparent glass of the room, Ajeng saw inside there was Radi who was giving their children milk. Indeed, every day Ajeng will milk her breast, then the usual Cakra will deliver her to the hospital to stock breast MILK for Dira.

"Radian Magazine!" call Ajeng when he is already beside the man. So cool and focused Radi gave milk to his son, to the point that he was not aware of Ajeng's presence. After being greeted, the man looked over.

"Ajengs?" Radi reviewed a thin smile after noticing Ajeng's existence.

"How's Dira doing, Mom?* ask Ajeng. He saw his little baby who looked greedy sucking a milk bottle whose contents were almost exhausted.

"He's fine, his weight is normal. The doctor said, three more days Dira has been allowed to go home."

Hearing Radi's words, Ajeng felt very happy. Soon his daughter can be brought home and they will not be separated again.

Radi gave an empty bottle of Dira milk to a nurse who was there. The man did not immediately return the child to the incubator, he made Dira belch first.

Ajeng was moved to see Radi's attention on their baby. It's just that, when he deliberately stared into the face of the man who was still her husband, Ajeng no longer felt the vibrations of love. Is it true that his love for Dira's father has been eroded out?

.......

Cakra arrived at the hospital, he asked the administration if there was a patient named Ajeng.

"There, Sir. Yesterday there was a woman named Ajeng who booked a room in this hospital, but now she has left the hospital.*

Cakra exhaled a rough breath, it seemed like he was late.

"If you may know, what are the complaints of the woman to have to stay in the hospital?" ask Cakra curiously.

"The patient named Ajeng complained of pain in his postoperative stitches, sir. In this data says if the patient's stitches are watery."

Deg

"Thank you for the info."

Cakra turned and walked out of the hospital. He felt very guilty for not being beside Ajeng when the woman was sick, even with the heart he chose to leave her with Silvia.

"Where are you, Ajeng?" ogre.

...Seriate...

Hope someone is waiting...

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