IN-LAW
Baby Saving

"Darling why ..., Cup,cup,cup yes." Ronald takes Bianca out of Varga's hands. Trying to persuade the tiny baby while standing up.

"I called the doctor first" Varga said, taking his phone and looking for a name there.

"Bianca's fine, isn't she, Varga?" Hearing Varga Nisa's words worried that her grandson had problems with his health plus Bianca did not stop crying.

"The doctor said he was healthy, Ma." Varga replied, his movements were agitated when the person he contacted had not yet answered.

Ele and her husband held Bianca together.

The aralia? The girl was still silent in her sitting ignoring what was going on there.

"Ara ...," Nisa touched Aralia's arm that had been silent. Aralia gasped and looked up at her worried mother.

Feeling that there was nothing she had to do there, Aralia stood up to leave the room.

"Take to the room first, Ma." She said, Nisa nodded her head but when Aralia stepped on the steps, someone called her name. The voice belonged to Ele.

The woman who still looks beautiful in her old age, stepped while holding Bianca over to Aralia.

"Why don't you try to hold her, baby?" Ask gently. Hand Bianca over to him.

Aralia smiled, thinking if those who were experienced were unable to calm this baby down, then what about her? The spoiled nineteen-year-old girl had never once held a baby, just looking and touching her cheeks was what she did.

Bianca is still crying. Aralia wanted to refuse but the woman was still hopeful. Doubtful Aralia reached out and Ele handed Bianca over.

This is her first experience, Aralia smiled and tried to cradle like a mother to her baby. Slowly the baby shrank his voice and before long Bianca silently looked at Aralia blankly.

"I'll call you back later yeah ..," Varga said as she watched Aralia cradle her baby and what was most surprising to them was that Bianca was silent as if she was comfortable.

"Honey ..., "the gentle Aralia.

Ele and the others felt relieved and jealous, Bianca managed to make them confused.

"You deserve to be her mother" Ele looked at Aralia. Hearing that his expression turned sour, he turned his face to make the woman invisible.

Varga took a breath, looking at Aralia's change in look like she was unhappy. He bit his lips while squeezing the phone in his hand.

"Sus come with me to the room,"

The sister who was still standing beside Varga, immediately assented through a nod of her head. He followed Aralia from behind.

"It doesn't matter if they get married, Besan persuades Aralia for our grandchildren." Ele said after Aralia to her room.

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"Married?" Ilir sontak kanget heard his friend's statement, they are currently sitting on the steps of the third-floor campus where they are studying.

Aralia simply nodded, looking at Ilir lazily.

"Seriously?" Ilir asked in a serious tone making sure.

"Mmm ...," replied Aralia in an uneasy tone.

Ilir chuckled at the cheek of his friend until Aralia snorted in annoyance.

"What do you have a boyfriend for?" Aralia shook her head.

Hearing that Ilir further hardened the volume of his laughter.

"Who do you want to marry?"

"My mother."

"What?" This time Ilir was completely shocked, his loud voice being the center of attention that was also there. For him, this is new news.

Ilir saw Aralia's face sad, since three weeks his friend was more silent. His eyes were black and there was no spirit in him either. Ilir and his other friends understood that suffering still covered him.

But married? Ilir can feel how sad Aralia is.

"Sorry, I don't know what to comment? But this wasn't your sister-in-law's idea, was it?" Ask Ilir.

Aralia took a breath, then shook her head.

"Amanah," he said slowly.

"What's? trust who? sahut Ilir with all his curiosity.

"Oh my .., so this is your brother asking?"

"At the end of his life."

"Keep what about your brother-in-law? Agreed?"

"After all, if he doesn't agree he won't tell his parents the same thing about his late wife's wishes."

Aralia took a breath, got up and down the stairs and Ilir followed her with concern.

The Bank

As a manager at a private bank in the country, Varga tried his best not to make mistakes on his job.

He tries to focus but unfortunately his efforts are in vain when he remembers how Aralia looked at him two days ago. The look was full of anger mixed with sadness. It makes Varga not feel good to have dragged his sister-in-law into his life.

Varga, stop her dancing hand on top of her laptop. Breathing heavily seeing Photo Rena with him still neatly arranged on his desk.

Baby, what am I supposed to do now?

He took the photo and without feeling his tears.

Two days ago, when Varga visited her in-laws, she asked Aralia a question before returning home. Her in-laws invited her to speak in the room they used to occupy when visiting the house.

"Varga, do you believe you're going to fulfill your late wife's wish?"

"If God allows it, Ma." said Varga Nyakin.

"May God give permission, mama will support whatever your decision is, and mama asked Ara to help make a decision yes, son. "

Varga thinning lips. His heart ached Remembering Aralia's gaze that was currently ringing in his mind.

I'm sorry, baby, it looks like your wish won't be fulfilled.

put the photo back on the table with a sad feeling.

Surrender?

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Aralia walked past her mother's room in the afternoon as she was returning home from college. Slowly his feet stepped and came to a halt as he was about to open the door of his room. He faintly heard the sound of crying.

The voice came from Nisa's room. The woman was definitely crying, missing Rena.

Aralia, sighing opened the door of her room slowly, released the bag that was on her shoulder. Sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her photo with Rena.

"You managed to screw things up, brother?" He muttered, sitting in silence bringing his mind back to his conversation with his mother Nisa.

"You have an answer, about your sister-in-law's question, baby?"

Aralia is silent, she chooses to play her phone and deliberately ignores her mother's questions.

"Ra ...?" Aralia shook her head without taking her gaze away from the screen of the phone.

"Pray dear, ask God for guidance" said Nisa gently, pulling her daughter in her warm embrace.

"Ma ...,"

"Mmm, uh,"

"Why did you ask Ara for such a thing?"

Nisa took off her embrace, she saw her daughter with a lump of tears ready to come off.

"Because he believes you can do it."

"Did mom agree with my sister's wishes?

Silent moment.

Nisa turned her gaze the other way. If Aralia knew, in her pain Nisa not only thought about the sudden departure of Rena, some of her cries were for Aralia and in her prayers she asked that the almighty give the best way for her daughter.

"Honey, you know Varga, he's a man of good manners and understanding. Not hany—,"

"Ara asked mom to agree?" Aralia interjected, one answer she wanted to hear was the word 'no' from her mother.

Nisa nodded, sounding a deep breath from Aralia, sad.

"But back to you, Ra. All decisions are in your hands." Nisa said softly.