Grasping
The Part 99
The dark sky stretched wide, billowing in a melancholy rhythm. One heart is twisted. But not forgetting everything. No!!!
That heart still had an owner, still able to recall a piece of memories. Also still remember when the time remembered with someone —sang Kekas— in a togetherness. The exact distance of the togetherness. Being in dimension, space and going in the same direction.
However, God does not allow two hearts to just look at each other. Two hearts are left to contemplate in prayer, meeting and manifesting through prayer. While the woman relied on a hunk of hope in the clutter. Although hope it should be scattered following the direction of the wind that has no direction. He still has no fatigue. Arrive at ....
Thousands of days incarcerated in anxiety, anxiety, fret and turmoil that continue to spread. The heart wants to rebuke, but what can be about if the body is tired.
Allah is all-knowing, the servant who was given thousands of retribution has come to the end. God is merciful, so that a patient heart will be glorified in a beautiful way.
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The little bead knew it was being stared at in such a way by the adult figure beside it.
"Papa Yusha, here deh Ara whiskin," chirped Yuara who managed to disperse thousands of Yusha's thoughts.
The man with red eyes from incessantly letting out tears was closing in on Yuara.
"It turns out Papa Yusha is cooler than Papa Sakky. Hihihi ...," whispered Yuara with a giggling sound. As soon as his tiny hand immediately closed his mouth so that the giggling sound did not sound tight.
Yusha responded by widening his lips but his gaze was blurred inundated by a clear liquid. If the man blinked, tears would definitely spill.
After stopping laughing, the little girl with the jet-black mane made a sound again. "But Papa Yusha was crybaby. That's why papa's eyes have water? Papa Yusha is crying, huh? Papa kayak Mama Beautiful, every Yuara pretends to sleep, Mama must have seen the little book of abis quietly cry. Yuara also once heard when Mama talked to herself. Said. Sir, how are you? I miss you so much. I see." Back Yuara giggled stifled.
Yusha. Is that really what her little girl told you? Sakky tells him that Niar's love is only for him. Niar was waiting for his arrival. Should he be proud or should he condemn the truth revealed too late?
If it had been a long time ago, he might have been proud and happy. However, it is nothing to be proud of. Instead the heart is ambushed by guilt as well as pain. Guilty, he should have been searching for the truth, he should have fought for his love and maybe now they have united into a happy family.
But the guilt doesn't get there. He still endured the pain, more pain than withstanding the sting of the embers. It hurts more than the stones thrown at it. All is not comparable to seeing the state of a loved one in such a state.
Beautiful paras, shady faces, smirk, jest, physical that used to look strong is now not as visible as before. All faded, disappeared. Now it looks awful. Won't be able to stare at things for a second. The face was still pure white, yet as if it had no spirit. His eyes no longer shine. The dim as his asanya which might also have been almost extinguished. The thin lips that used to be ripe are now deathly pale. I really can't stand to look.
Yusha's hand was raised to remove the fluids that were unceasingly produced by himself. If there was no one, he might cry loudly to escape the tightness and guilt.
"Papa Yusha, why did Beautiful Mama call Papa by the name of Mister? Why don't you call Papa Yusha?"
Mister? Now he misses the voice that used to call him that.
'Is sir home yet?
What do you want to eat? Niar is ready
Sir must be tired, here let Niar incandescent
How many sentences Niar often said while still living in one roof. But alas, all too short to feel the beauty of togetherness.
All were destroyed when the father told him to say the word talak for dignity and position. In fact, it does not guarantee happiness. Now there is only regret for the destruction.
Remembering that, he grew increasingly upset in grief. It feels like trying to rebel against God to bring back time and all will not happen.
"Yu-Yuara, can Papa Yusha hug you?" Yusha asked in caution.
"By dong, Pa. Yua also wants to hug the birth father of Yua."
Yusha's hand was struck by a mild tremor, even so he immediately grabbed Yuara's fat body in a silent sob. Not expecting the woman who used to endure thousands of pain would actually fight alone to keep and raise her flesh and blood. It is also unthinkable how Niar spent the hard days alone, pregnant, risking his life to give birth to his daughter. It's so unimaginable to go through all of that alone.
"Are we going to stay together after this?" tanya Yuara took off Yusha's embrace because of the sultry.
"certain. Papa will take you and Mama Beautiful to stay at Papa's house."
"But Pa, when the hell, Mama Beautiful can be cured? Yua kangen bribed Mama, Yua kengen went to school with Mama. Yuu ... Yua ...," Yua's words were incomplete because the little girl was throbbing and was about to cry. Puddles of tears look very full in his eyes. The four-year-old boy misses being with his mother. He could get close and look at his mother, but he could no longer feel her affection.
"Dear Voice, horrified Papa. Beautiful Mama will soon be healed. Papa promised to heal my beautiful mother. Papa's hire the greatest doctor will also take care of Mama. After Mama's healed, we'll get together happily. Okay." Okay." Yusha said to calm down.
"What promise?"
"Yes. Papa promised, honey."
Different sized pinky fingers look at each other. Yusha creates a smile so that his daughter is not too with her wishes that have not been realized. But in his heart he will really realize his pledge earlier.
"Nova ....!" There was the sound of Mbok Jamu calling Yuara.
"Yes Nek. Yua in front." Yuara raised her voice.
Before long Mbok Jamu had been standing in the middle of the door. "Grandmother bribe Beautiful Mama, yes," permission Mbok Jamu.
"Don't!!! Let Yua have a bribe, Mama, Grandma."
The little girl headed towards Mbok Jamu and took the bowl that Mbok Jamu was holding. After that it went inside to approach Niar who remained in the same state.
"Beautiful Mom ate, yeah! Yua bribe." It has become a routine of Yuara to feed Niar. Sometimes combing the hair also rubs powder onto the face of his mother. She was very early, but the little girl was very good at taking care of her mother.
Yusha stood in front of the door beside Mbok Jamu, again crying silently. Not strong to see the scenery as if slicing his pulse. It causes pain.