2 Flower Stalks
The lost love

After the funeral, Prass drove Insha home in his car, even before the funeral was over.

Insha was no longer able to see it, feeling anger and sadness at one time made her body weaker.

"Sister Prass.don't leave me again.."

Insha said with a glare at Prass.

"I'm powerless Insha. I'm nobody here. I have no right to you. I don't have a right to you. You're Hanafi's wife.."

Prass holds Insha's hand lying on the living room couch in the main house.

"At least don't get out of my life, brother.I don't have anyone right now..."

"You still have your husband Insha...Hanafi will always be there for you.he loves you so much.you have that little baby that will cheer up your days later.."

Insha just looked at Prass, shook his head and slowly sobbed again.

"Sleep..rest your body..."

Prass stroked Insha's cheeks gently several times while looking at her face fixedly.

you're such a perfect woman Insha, but somehow life's destiny doesn't give you a perfect life either...Hanafi is very lucky to have you.but he is too stupid to treat your flaws...

Prass just kept looking at Insha there with a look of admiration, why did his feelings seem to grow back there. He did not want to see Insha tormented in his life.

I know Salma and Hanafi have hurt you so much.the way they're wrong.I don't understand why they did that to you.and to me...then what is the news with your heart that every day sees it. Even though I know all the reasons behind everything they do...

you are a strong woman Insha.you are a strong woman.I admire you.I do not know I can live the life you have been living...

my heart can't lie anymore.I started loving you from then on. when you appeared like an angel with all your changes...

But who I am.I think I have to reclassify the woman I love to live happily by her choice...Hanafi is your love...Hanafi is your life, like Salma who prefers him over me who loves him so much.he would rather conceive his child than conceive my son who would even do anything for him...

But my love for her has gone with her now, however I must continue to live my life with this wounded heart..

Long enough Prass looked at Insha, until he realized Insha had fallen asleep there. Prass also asked for a blanket on one of the maids there he met.

Prass covers Insha carefully, just as Hanafi has arrived from the funeral he sees Prass enveloping Insha there. Hanafi stood in the doorway looking at all those events.

Prass who realized the arrival of Hanafi he immediately went up and approached Hanafi at the doorway.

"She has just fallen asleep.let her body rest.she is very weak now..."

Prass patted Hanafi on the shoulder in front of him.

"Thank you for bringing her home.hemm.I'll take care of her.."

Hanafi nodded his head, then Prass passed away from there, before leaving he looked at Insha's face again with his nanar.

Willing to leave but Prass comes back again and approaches Hanafi who is still looking at him away.

"Han..."

"Yes he survived.why..."

hanafi asked in wonder, why suddenly Prass asked about the baby.

"What's wrong.I'm just making sure Salma's struggle hasn't been in vain all this time..."

"Let's just relax she's safe, she's in a safe place..."

"Where is he now..."

"He is still in Prass hospital.he is still not old enough to be born....once he's strong and declared to be able to survive later, I'll take him home..."

Hanafi replied with a slight smile hiding his sadness.

"Of course I'll make sure he's fine growing and developing by my side..."

hanafi replied firmly.

"All right I go first..send my greetings to Insha.Take care of her also with all your heart han.she is a good woman....because there are still many advantages in him.Place him well.do not hurt him.or if you are not able I am ready to replace your position..."

prass replied with a thin grin.

Hanafi only snorted annoyedly, then let Prass go from his sight, his heart was upset but did not want to serve Prass who obviously wanted to burn his anger again.

Hanafi entered the house, his heart still covered with sorrow. He saw Insha lying there, and he came to him.

The head was soft and the Insha's forehead was soft as well.

He could kiss that smooth forehead again after a long time, Hanafi looked at that beautiful face again with adhesiveness.

"I'm sorry Insha ..I'm sorry Salma.he hasn't even had time to say that sorry to you.he wants you to forgive him...and of course also accept the baby as your son as well..."

Hanafi spoke with a hint of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Unexpectedly Insha turned out to have woken up, still with her eyes closed her lips said slowly.

"I've forgiven her mistake, Han...."

Hanafi was amazed by the words Insha,

"You're awake..."

no matter why the kiss Hanafi on Insha's forehead woke him, if a kiss used to deliver him to sleep immediately and sleep, now instead Insha can immediately wake up even though Hanafi did it gently and slowly.

"Had..."

answer Insha while trying to get up from her lying position.

Hanafi's hand had been stalling on Insha wanting to help him but Insha just let the hand go, and chose to try herself even though her body felt weak.

"I'll take you to In's room..."

Hanafi was already standing Want to carry Insha to his room.

"Here Han I can do it myself.I don't need anyone's help..."

Answer Insha by shaking Hanafi's hand slowly.

Hanafi could only see Insha going to his room slowly, he just made sure Insha from a distance that Insha was fine.

Insha was seen climbing the last stairs, now Hanafi sat on the long sofa, bowed and shed tears again.

"You know all these truths Insha.but why don't you still change your attitude towards me..."

"You've even forgiven Salma for this, but have you not forgiven me Insha.."

hanafi murmured softly.

But it turns out that Insha is still there on the stairs, he listens to Hanafi murmur in his sobs.

Insha looked over, then walked back to her room.

I have also forgiven all your mistakes and lies.I have also been with all my conditions.but love han..makes me reluctant to knit back what has changed so far.I might not even be able to live with you anymore...

insha murmured in the heart.

Seriate...