HE IS ME
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Life is not always beautiful, it is not always what we expect. Life can sometimes be crueler but it can also sometimes be washed away.
You must be a strong person, so that in your life there is no more difficulty in facing all the trials. Be courageous and reliable in every way. Not only for yourself, but for the people you care about.
Alex's words continue to be a passion for Jenita. What the man said was true. He must not be weak, because it will make others cheer more and find a gap to be able to attack him.
Jenita stepped for sure, the beautiful girl tightened her finger grip on Alex's burly arm that did not budge from her side. The handsome man was always there as a booster for Jenita.
The hospital room door that was wide open made it easier for them to immediately go inside. Kuncoro and his wife are still there. Lydia was seen feeding Ikbar. They looked at the door at the same time.
An expanding smile could be seen from Lydia's lips staring at the princess who kept walking more and more into the room.
The gaze of the shady eyes again sat in a straight line with Jenita's eyes. The girl turned her head for a moment towards Alex who then nodded and slowly let go of her hand grip, letting her girl step closer to her two parents.
Kuncoro patted the son's shoulder gently. He was really proud of what his son was doing. Alex looked at his father for a moment. The two stepped aside for a while to make room for the newly assembled little family. Before stepping his legs, Alex turned back to look at Jenita. The girl smiled and slightly nodded her head.
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Soft whispers still sounded. The tiny lips cannot speak. Jenita clasped her fingers tightly and kissed her many times.
Ikbar who had regained consciousness from yesterday still looked weak. His body was still hard to move but the smile on his lips never subsided. The gaze of my shady eyes looks sparkling when he can see his daughter grow into a beautiful and intelligent girl.
Lydia told me a lot about her in her long sleep. The woman did not get tired of revealing everything that happened after the death of her husband. Ikbar is proud of the two women who are very meaningful in his life.
Ikbar who is now in the holder leaning on a pillow pillow can freely feel a warm embrace from the child. Both of her hands moved slowly rubbing the reddish face of Jenita who was crying.
Many things they want to express but all like being held in the throat. Jenita spent more time hugging the frail body of the middle-aged man tightly. Missing a father's embrace since infancy makes him so happy when the dream can be realized at this time.
Grateful for the circumstances that exist even though everything must be passed with tears. Papa who has been considered dead by him may even be all people are still alive and bear a lot of suffering.
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The young and handsome chef even shook his head several times to neutralize his heartbeat and dampen the turbulent emotions in his heart.
Thin smile on her sex lips. He really did not step through all these events in his life. During this time, his life, his career and also his family almost lived perfectly. It never happened that a terrible event would happen.
From the first time I knew Jenita, the adventure in her life seemed to start. A handsome chef with a lot of charm and admired by many fans is just feeling how to live a colorful life.
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"Pa's."
Ikbar smiled gently. His daughter is very beautiful and smart. Not bored of his boss he kissed that face. Her tears were dripping again and again. But this time it was of course a different tear, a tear of happiness.
Hope to be able to meet and hug his daughter who since dudu can now be realized and is no longer a mere wish. She was grateful to have the opportunity to embrace him now.
"Why? is anyone sick?"
Jenita unravels her embrace. The girl examined the state of the papa in such a way. His heart is very happy at this time, he can be spoiled as he had always dreamed.
"Papa, happy. Papa's daughter turned out to be grown even soon to be married. Time does not seem to pass quickly. You were 7 months old the last time you saw you smiling that night. All day we play together to make mama nag because you don't want to get away from papa. But who would have thought, that day was the last day you could hug."
Jenita hugged back tightly the weak body was full of affection. There were no shadows or memories of the man in his mind. The picture he saw was not like this. That handsome, handsome and extremely beautiful smile was now lying helpless.
It took time for Ikbar to be able to stand up or even walk normally. His tailbone was paralyzed because of the length of time he had to sit on the floor. But Wirya's doctor said that nothing could hinder the miracle of the Creator if He had willed.
"Is he good?" Ikbar slightly smiled looking at the princess's embarrassed face.
The beautiful girl just nodded her head with red cheeks. While the man who became the object of their conversation still looks calm with a cellphone that lights up in his hand. Occasionally his forehead wrinkled but an instant would turn flat again. No one could read or guess what happened to the man.