
Hows it?
Not as bad as I'm worried about. The next days went well. Our happiness feels complete and perfect. Everything is going as it should. Me and my two children went home to my aunt in good health. The crib we had ordered before I was born, felt perfect and fitting for our twins. Blue and pink with moon and star motifs. As well as Aulian's business, although I don't know how it is, but the baby has been handed over to Reza's real father, Nicholas. I heard he's also been dealing with a name change for the baby. He now bears the surname Nicholas behind his name. Dinata's name has been dropped, whether Reza likes it or not, I don't want to think about it. But I could say thank you to him.
"I'm happy, only children born from my womb and who truly inherit your blood bear your name. Thank you, yeah."
He didn't say anything, just nodded, then hugged me and kissed me. I know it's still hard for him on this one. But never mind, I don't want to fuss and don't want to put my ego forward. I'm trying to understand that.
Then, about my relationship with my father, it's still in the good category. He had a chance to meet me at my aunt's house before he returned to Palembang. He promised me that he would make sure that all the salt he had would never again be seen before my eyes and my head, nor my people. Except in an accidental circumstance, for example, coincidentally crossing the road. But he made sure he would take away the salts before they caused any pain or pain in our hearts. Yeah, I decided to forgive my father, and let him come see me and his grandchildren. There's a little cottage under a shady tree behind my aunt's house. My father can play with my children back there without disturbing the peace of the house, especially my mother and Ihsan.
Although Ari and Zia had returned to Lampung three days after I returned home from the hospital, but that did not reduce the happiness in my aunt's house that was still crowded. Ihsan and Aarin also returned to Jakarta on the same day, as they drove Ari, Zia and their children to the port. But before they came home, we had a chance to gather and photos of the family, crowds, including Alfi and Mayra and their four children. Alfie and his children have improved greatly. Although with the help of a stick, Alfi still seems to have two legs thanks to the fake legs he uses. And the thing that makes my heart happy is the state of Mayra, she looks very happy. I did not see the slightest sadness on his face. He was also very happy for the birth of my twin babies which he considered to be his own nephew.
"I'm happy to see you happy" I said at the time.
She smiles. "Yes, Ra. Thank goodness God has returned everything. Even with the bonuses. I feel perfect even though you know. But that's okay, it's the perfecting imperfection."
"Wow! You're already a poet, yeah, it turns out."
The one I didn't tell him, nor anyone, that the possibility of killing Salsya was her own best friend, Kayla - with the motive of avenging heartache.
"Well, now it's my turn to force. I have a question."
He raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"What about your nights?"
He ngakak. The response was far beyond my expectations. "There is no more loneliness. There is no more solitude."
Ouuuuw. Even you know, Mayra admitted that she was good at leading the game.
Ckck! It's great! It's absolutely incredible!
I was so amazed. Imperfection does not make your world destroyed. As the light rises after dark, rainbows will decorate the sky after the rain. Then your world will return to light and will return to color. I started to believe in the miracle. God is good.