
"By the way, Tirta isn't fussy, is he?"
I grin. "He's a henchman, anyway. Not fussy at all. But...."
"Why? She bothers you?"
"Don't...."
"Continue?"
"sorry. I'm not the one who takes care of Tirta."
"Lo?"
"There's grandma. Mother takes care of."
"Oh my goodness, Ra. I've bothered Mommy, dong?"
Geez. I held my head tight. "Not at all, really. Mommy is happy to take care of it. He also slept in the bedroom. Emm... Tirta looks really happy, May. She can feel the affection of a grandmother."
"Thank you, yeah...."
"You.. mewek continues...."
"I'm moved...."
"Already, already, already. Your eyes are swollen, not swollen anymore."
Eh?
Mayra hugged me. "I love you...."
"Iyuuuh. But, how is the connotation different, huh? Ih...."
"Haha, ville*. You think of the distance. Basic.. novelist."
"Duuuh. I'm glad to see you laughing again."
"Jijay binggo. You seduced me?" He was also broken.
Mayra wiped away her tears that were flowing back. I'm glad he can laugh again.
"Oh yes, Ra, greetings to Raline. Say thanks for the advice. Me and Mas Alfi agreed on the fake leg."
Oh, wow! This fast. I was thrilled to hear Mayra and Alfi's approval, it's kind of a shot of happiness among the many trials in our lives. "Let me tell you. I'm so happy. I'm relieved Mas Alfi isn't desperate for his current state."
"Know why?"
"Em, it could be because it's normal."
"Yep. Because it's too ordinary."
"So you feel immune?"
"Well, we have a heart."
"And our hearts do not die even though trials come and go."
I chuckle. "Sori...who here works as a writer?"
"Yes, yeah, let's talk about something else?"
Mayra's wide grin sparked my curiosity. "I know you're gonna ask weird questions."
It was her turn to laugh.
"What, May...? Don't make me curious...."
He caressed my stomach. "Say, if you're pregnant, it's good to be pregnant often"
I screeched, "Ih... What's the name on that...?"
"It's just that he said it's good if you often have sex with husband and wife. Well, how does it feel? That good, huh? Until the husband is overwhelmed serving?"
Sensitively. He asked just curious because he had never felt it? Or. would confide in her husband first....
"Emm.. how, yeah. In a state of pregnancy or not, yes if you love her husband, yes definitely delicious, dong. You're not pregnant, anyway. Power is better."
Mayra. "Sori, yes. I shouldn't have asked you about this."
Kan, it was her heart wound that made Mayra ask. Okay, time to change the subject. "How are the kids?"
"Taken by his grandfather's grandmother, Ra. I can't even meet them. Forbidden."
Yq God...
I touched and Iurema* her fingers gently. "Patience, wait for Mas Alfi to be healthy and get out of the hospital, they will be your children too. Alfie is entitled to his children."
"Em, I will persuade Mas Alfi to have his children stay with us."
"good. The spirit of four five Mama Mayra. Ih, what a sweet smile."
"Yeah.yes, dong. Not wrong, is it? I'm glad I'm gonna have four kids, even if it's not from my womb."
"No, not at all wrong. You are not wrong. Everything was destined to be like this."
"You don't judge me. Happy on the suffering of others, precisely the death of others, right?"
I shook my head to convince him. "Absolutely not. After all, our positions are the same, right, now? There are lives lost - and we feel like it is a gift. Even though our hearts deny. But there's no denying it, there's a little happiness. Little."
Mayra smile. "I'm relieved. I don't need to be a hypocrite in front of you."
Yep, that's not necessary!