Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 52a

Wife Arjuna 52a

Peace.

Back felt Juna when curled in the warmth of the soft body that embraced him. A long-gone taste in his heart filled with debris from a broken heart was also a failure. For a long time, there was only disappointment in stabbing the bottom of the tribe. Creating an invisible instrument that feels sore every time the air is stifled.

In the arms of the woman who was now containing the blood of her flesh, a sense of tranquility penetrated the pulse, spread through the bloodstream, similar to a drug that gently washed everything in the chest.

“I miss you. I never thought, when I was away from you, every time I closed my eyes, there was only you filling my head. Even every time the air I breathe, your name is read along with the breath that gives me life,” said Juna as is who then kissed the affection of Anggi's cheeks before breaking the embrace. Juna felt tired of holding back and wanted to let go of all the tangled knots that chained his heart.

Anggi. Juna raised his face, bringing their gaze together at a very close distance. Jemari Juna tidied the hair on the forehead of the woman who was now looking at him fixedly, the soft netra occasionally blinked gently making the dense eyelashes that shaded fluttering beautifully.

“You know, what does this heart-shaking I feel mean, Anggita? Please, help me find the answer," Juna pleaded. Doubts about his heart being deliberately dulled since the events in the past wrongly concluded. He closed it and dulled it for fear of getting hurt again.

Anggi gulps. Bead his eyes rolling running around diving into Juna's sharp lake deeper. His heart beat louder, faster. Examine its own taste while looking for answers from the window of the heart that is now staring at it with a different highlight. Gentle accompanied by worry. There was a twinkle that wanted to lung out from there, only it was still blocked by the curtain that reflected the tormented debris languishing.

Anggi put a palm on Juna's chest. This man must have lost a lot of half of himself when the despair he built was gone from his grasp.

With shiny wet eyeball Anggi said, “Try asking your heart, Mas. Only you know the answer. My help means nothing if you're not trying to understand yourself. The most know our whole whole being, only ourselves with the Owner of Life.”

“I'm afraid of this feeling, Anggita. I'm scared,” he said honestly. It was clearly drawn from Juna's tortured look.

Just this time Anggi saw Juna without the shell shield that had been enveloping. It looks very fragile when it comes out of its shell because it hides too much. Like a little boy who lost his mother in the wilderness. Loneliness is also fear.

“What am I afraid of?”

Anggi's voice began to choke. Gagged roll of sebah in the throat impact from the pressure on the eyeball that he tried to hold so as not to spread out. The man before him was struggling to open himself up. Anggi patiently waited for this man to open his veil slowly. Not necessarily pushing the outdated door that began to open the key was pushed without the permission of the owner.

“I've failed in matters of the heart.” Juna was breathing heavily. “In business I dare to fight smart, but for that one, I admit that I am stupid and slow.” Juna screeched laughing at himself.

“But now, I feel that way again. The thing I was most afraid of, the thing that had catapulted me also dropped me, never crossed I will let it back.”

“What's it?” anggi's great-grandson without turning his eyes away.

“Things that scare me swallow disappointed again. But, there is something more I fear than that now, which is the fear of losing something bigger than before. I think it's time I took this step. So as not to reap bitter regrets later,” said Juna who now summarizes his fingers in the palm of Anggi's hand that is free from the infusion hose.

“What is it?” Anggi's tone of voice was full of curiosity, but tried to pressure him so that the man who was learning to open himself did not slam the door and hide again.

“I don't care anymore about the haunting disappointment. Someone told me, If you really love your child, then the first thing to do is to love your mother. I know, the thing I wanted to say must have sounded shameless after everything I've done to you. But, this is the feeling of my heart that I have studied every inch of it, not just because you are pregnant with my son."

"I mean?" tanya Anggi.

Juna carried Anggi's hand and then kissed it softly.

“Members. Sorry, for all my bad attitude towards you, I don't demand you to forgive me, it's purely your own right to forgive or not. Also, thank you for coming to bring blessings in my new life that I realized after many things passed. Also one more thing, although it may be late, but I still want you to know.”

Juna is getting closer. Ducking in and landing a lip kissed the old Anggi's forehead, then whispered sincerely with a raucous voice there.

“Angita, I love you. I love you, my wife."

No doubt the clear circles that Anggi endures finally decay from the corner of the eye when the sentence whispered by Juna sounds clear. Blanketed, Anggi hugged Juna and whispered with trembling lips.

“Can I, if I too want to learn to love you properly, Mas?”

SERIATE.