IVORY
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The doctor said, my gestational age is two months. And I'm so hard to deal with this alone. Nausea and dizziness are excruciating, also painful as in remat depleted in the abdominal area that comes suddenly. But, I am happy, because I became the lucky woman who conceived the future successor to the Geogini kingdom.

Now, my gestational age is already at number three. Nausea still comes a lot, and also dizziness, is still always the only problem that makes it difficult to leave the bed. The doctor said, my body weight decreased drastically. I can't wait to see my son.

I'm starting to miss him. Missing the father of the child I was carrying. The age of the fetus in my womb has now entered the number four. I often have trouble remembering things, and my breath hunts frequently. I don't know why or why it happened. But I will still try to be a good mother to my son.

Five. Yeah, my fetal age is now five months. And I miss Grey so much.

Six. The physician said, I cannot do anything, even if it is light. My heart rhythm often beats irregularly. I'm afraid it's affecting my fetus. My body weight dropped dramatically because my appetite was gone. I always spit it out even before the food got to the stomach. And I, very, very much miss the king's majesty.

Seven. Supposedly, today I follow the seven-monthly ceremony as it has been made a tradition since long ago. But, due to my circumstances and circumstances that were not possible, so the ceremony was an exception for me. Please, whoever, tell your Majesty the king, I miss him so much and need him here.

Eight on. Your Majesty, please forgive me and look at me even for a moment. I promise you, I won't ask for it again.

Nines...

My husband, I miss you so much. That's why I forced the lady-in-waiting to take me there, to where you were to get away from me.

I asked for nothing but a confession.

Justjust please. If you see this writing, grant an apology and also I beg you, love this child born from my womb regardless of who I am. You can hate me as much as you want. But remember this one request of mine. This child is your flesh and blood. He needs a companion who recognizes his whereabouts. If need be, I'm willing to do it, for a confession.

And if I really have to get out of this world, I hope you're happy. And if there really is another presence present in your mind, please love my son. The child I gave birth to. Again, without seeing who I am (—)

The writing was cut. There is no closing point or next sentence that can be considered for Grey. Nine, a number too far for Grey to admit his folly. The writing of the ninth month was disorganized, messy, like a child who had just learned to alphabetize and form a word.

Full surprise. Ivory's always been like that.

There was an excruciating pain as Grey stared at the nanar on the letter Ivory had written, which was currently in his grasp. One by one he read, and made the fog in his clear eyes turn into a groan of tears.

Her heart was so sliced when reading the contents of Ivory's heartwarming, every time her pregnancy grew older. The woman needs herself to persevere and endure, but she goes away in embrace of selfishness. Grey is stubborn, and never doubts or regrets any of his selfishness. But this time, he missteps. He had made Ivory have to live the hardship alone.

But this time, he was like being crushed by a storm that ravaged a magnificent building a love in his heart. Her precious Ivory had been gone for good, and she was not the one who was beside her when the breath disappeared.

Stiffly assailing Grey's chest. He patted hard on the chest of the field that used to always be Ivory's favorite place when with him. Now, however, the chest was barely outward-shaped inside. It's shattered.

There, on a stretcher that would lead Ivory back into the power's lap, Grey could still see the beautiful face of the woman he loved despite being so thin. The dress that became Ivory's long lullaby was the same color as her name, Ivory. The slightly faded white color was so pretty without Grey knowing how valuable the meaning behind it all was.

Grey smiled bitterly as his echoing steps in the hallway of the room were now filled with humans who also loved the woman who was lying quietly in a long sleep there. Grey stared at Ivory's face, painting her well in the most beautiful memory in the memory drawer. Lock it tightly so that no one else can open and replace it with a new memory.

“You are selfish.” he said, sharply.

Funnier. It should have been more appropriate for him to say it to himself, than it should have been to Ivory who could not repay him with a denial.

“You never listen to what I say.”

There was a hard crack from the remains of his heart that still had quite large pieces. He will be destroyed without remaining with the sentences he will say.

“Now, look. You left me. Didn't even give me permission to say a word—”

Grey sentence hanging. Its fault. He himself did not give permission for himself to say anything at the end of Ivory's breath. For the umpteenth time, Grey was sorry. He's too selfish.

“Sorry.” said suddenly. His bead was already caving the river without being able to bear it. Grey crying.

Just at that moment, the sound of the baby crying seized Grey's attention. Ever since he set foot here, he just rolled the waves of guilt without realizing there was another presence he should be paying attention to. Beautiful baby with clean skin, sharp nose, thin lips like Cherry. Ivory's in that little baby.

Grey smilingly extended an arm to bring together the surface of their skin for the first time.

“You want to rock it, your majesty?”

Grey nodded and received the baby from the sling of one of the maids, paying close attention to the goal of making sure that he too was inside the beautiful little girl in his arms. The tiny lips filled a smile, instantly making Grey's cry break. He brought the little baby in the sling closer to Ivory. Fascinated and laughed at the same time, and made the whole room also shed tears.

“Look how beautiful she is, my queen.” she said in a cry that was no longer controlled. “Why would you leave a little girl as beautiful as her, hemm? Why?”

All the eyes that were highlighting the sight of the glare were also shattered. No exception, Ivory's parents were there.

Grey fell under Ivory's body. He kisses his loving daughter, then looks back at Ivory who remains motionless. Impossible, but Grey hopes that Ivory will open her eyes, smile, and hug them both.

“I'm sorry..” said Grey, who resembles a whisper. “As you wish, I will take care of, cherish, and raise her affectionately. I will love him as much as I love you, as much as I love you. I promise to acknowledge her as my son, because she is our daughter. The princess we were supposed to take care of and raise together.” Grey paused his sentence, he got up, then kissed Ivory's forehead while closing his eyes. Feel the scent of Vanilla and fresh soft apples in the beautiful hair that is stroked. A tear fell on Ivory's thin cheek. “Ivory, you are the color of my life. Forever.” []

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