Grasping
The Part 100
Of the various nights recorded throughout life, this night is a very long night in history. Beautiful and special night.
About the coming of someone who is able to reopen the veil of imagination. Telling me that the thick is not forever gripping.
How long ago there was no such charming privilege except this second. The middle star smiled, competing with the many lanterns that were dancing on the clouds. A little weed disguised by the scent.
The number of lanterns was the landing of his heart that was floating. Either it will dim or shine. Will quickly date or keep trying to stay in the thick of the night. It could have flown with the wind without a planned goal.
Along with the many lanterns also heard a series of prayers that hopefully can knock on the door of the sky. Ask for happiness after a long test. That's prayer.
A heart that is silent because it is tired?
Still silenced by the thick fog. It felt silly to just say a word from pale lips that did not make a tone at all. Even with a net that is only able to see without being able to respond to an imaginary meaning. One word that can be described about him is passion. Unable to oppose the message of destiny, the way of life is done according to what has been set. If you find a tired spot, then let the wind take it to a beautiful place.
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It never occurred to me to be able to look at the moonlight together. Feel the breeze blow flowed in a direction. The darkness of the night did not feel disguised. It is heart-breaking because it can hold each other.
The meeting was the thing he wanted the most. Cuddling and smiling together. But the smile was accompanied by tears.
Countless times a Yusha Demitri wiped away traces of tears. In fact it still managed to escape, escape, and escape.
"Now I've come, Niar. Haven't you been waiting five years for me?" Yusha.
The woman sitting in the wheelchair just stared at the void.
"I'm sorry, I'm." Countless times the man in formal attire said the word 'sorry' but still no response.
"Everything that happens to you is my fault."
"A man like me shouldn't be worth waiting for. You don't deserve to love. I'm just a coward."
"I'm a stupid man who can't fight for my love and yours. I was too afraid of the shadow, until my heart and heart were tormented. I'm sorry."
"Will you forgive me? I promise whatever happens, you and our daughter are the main ones. I'll fight anything for you. I have to lose everything, but I don't want to lose you, or our daughter. You're so precious."
The left hand he used stroked the back of Niar's helpless hand. Then, the right hand he used wiped his tears.
"I'll prepare the best treatment for you. Sakky said, You are always persistent in fighting. This time ... For this time I beg you to be persistent to heal. Our daughter misses you so much. I want to hear your voice again. The voice I've missed since we last talked to each other."
"Enhance to heal so that Yuara will no longer grieve and cry. I'm sure, you won't have the heart to let Yuara grow up without a mother's affection. You have experienced it since birth, although the story is different, but both do not get affection. You said, like it hurts. Now don't let our daughter experience the same. He needs you so much. Don't let Yuara grow up without your affection. There's been a lot you did to fight for Yuara's life, now it's time we're happy to live together."
Yusha's hand turned to stroke Niar's cheek. With a netra that scans every inch of the curves of the face of a very missed woman.
"I know you're a strong woman. You're so great, you'll make it through this exam."
"Father Yusha ...!!!" call Yuara shouting loudly from the door of the house.
"What, Honey?" yusha asked as Yuara was approaching them.
"Ma, Ara can now picture Papa Yusha. Look at the picture of Ara, Ma. Nice, no? Papa Yusha looks good, Ma? Papa Sakky is also handsome, right?" Yuara asked Niar by showing him one picture.
Then what happened?
Unfortunately, there's nothing. Niar fluttered with his mouth tightly clenched. Only his hollow eyeballs were blinking softly.
"Usually Mama will say good, continue to value the image of Ara. After that, she gave Ara a kiss. Come on, Ma, give me Ara's image as usual!" pinta Yuara thrust the picture book on Niar's lap. But the helpless fingers did not move at all. Make Yuara stare at the nanar. The simple wish that was always granted by the mother, now can no longer.
The little netra began to condense. "Mama, sorry Yua. All because of the naughty Yua, Mama got this way. Hit Yua, get angry at Yua, Ma. But Yua wanted to hear Mama's voice again. Yua wants to hug Mama again. It wasn't Yua who hugged Mama. Ma ... Papa Yusha has come, Papa promised to take us to his house, Mama must be healed. Later we can see the house of Papa Yusha which he said was very big. There's a swimming pool too. Mama cepetan healed, yes," said Yuara with her mouth pierced. The condensing netra had already shed a clear liquid.
Yusha bites the tip of the lip, hoping to relieve the immeasurable pain that plagues right in the heart.
'Look, Niar. Our daughter wants you back as much as you used to. You have to fight to heal. Must. For the sake of me and Yuara' Inner Yusha.
(I always fought. Trained against all sorts of things alone. This time I wanted to fight, but my heart felt weak. I'mtired. My body is not powerful. I feel trapped in silence. Can't reveal anything I want anymore.
As long as my breath can still be penetrated, the name of the two of you that I will call, even though I can only say in my heart)
"Hey, Yuara is Papa's greatest son. Don't cry. Beautiful Mama will soon recover.2 more days Om Kelvin has finished taking care of our departure abroad, later Beautiful Mama will be treated by a great doctor. Okay. Mama will be healed soon. We doain Mama keep, yeah." Yusha calmed his little princess.
"Really, Pa?"
"really. Papa Yusha never lies."
"Hopefully Beautiful Mama will soon recover. After recovering, Ara promised not to be naughty again. Yua .. uh, Ara, I'm going to recite all of Mama's words."
Yusha immediately moved Yuara's body into her lap. He kissed the head of his daughter with tears. He was proud and happy Niar could inherit an attitude of constancy in his daughter. It made Yuara who was only four years and four months old grow strong. As powerful as Niar who used to always face injustice.
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How's it? Are you satisfied you haven't sipped the bag?🤭 Later I will love the peak. After Mahendra, Vivian, Pak Bejo and Sumiati gather in Yogyakarta, we will enter the End region. Okay.👍
Thank you for waiting until this chapter. I'm sorry, mei, yeah.🙏 Rule 100 chapters expired, uh, Molor Sampek chapters this way. 1 or 2 more chapters deh. And later I will give you a bonus 1st chapter or 3th chapter of extra part bonus.