Love Above the Wounds
Heart Expressions

Dicky was still sitting on the living room bench, until Bu Eni came to him with a warm drink and a variety of snacks.

"Drink my son Dicky, you must be tired of the long journey from Jakarta!" tawar Bu Eni's.

"Thank you Mom, how's Fitri Bu? She's okay, right?" ask Dicky.

"Fitri's fine, but it doesn't seem like she's ready to meet Nak Dicky, what's going on between you guys?" ask Bu Eni back.

"Excuse Fitri's attitude, son!" timpal Pak Karta who felt bad for Fitri's rejection of Dicky.

"Fitri was about to surprise me that night, sir, Mom, but I fell asleep in my room, I don't know why I was able to fall asleep so soundly until morning, maybe Fitri was angry because I came home late!" obviously Dicky.

"If that's the only case, why is Fitri so sad, even she won't see you!" said Bu Eni.

"Fitri's pregnant with my son Ma'am, maybe her innate pregnant person is sensitive!" sahut Dicky's.

"So Dicky knew Fitri was pregnant?" ask Bu Eni.

"Yes Ma'am, that's what Fitri prepared to give me a surprise, but I let her down, I'm so sorry!" dicky said with a sad face.

"Patiently, son, later Fitri will also be destroyed, especially I know Fitri is very affectionate with Dicky!" said Bu Eni.

"Son Dicky if you want to rest in the front room, it's an empty room that is always cleaned for guests who stay!" pak Karta.

"Thank you sir, ma'am, I'll rest here, I'll wait for Fitri until he wants to see me!" said Dicky.

"Oh my God, my dear Dicky, what a pity you are, try to talk to Fitri in his room, who knows if you can communicate and solve this problem!" said Bu Eni.

Dicky then went to Fitri's room, whose door was sealed shut.

"Fitr ... This is dear Mas Dicky, I'm sorry if I let you down, I beg Fit, you can forgive me!" dicky exclaimed from outside Fitri's room.

Fitri who heard Dicky's voice could only cry, there was actually a sense of longing stored for her husband.

It was like Fitri ran and hugged Dicky, especially now in his womb there was a growing Dicky seed.

But again a sense of prestige mastered it, especially when he recalled the photo again, a photo that made Fitri's heart hurt when remembering it.

"I'll keep waiting for you in front of this Fit room, until you can forgive me!" Dicky.

Fitri's tears are flowing.

He wanted to say back to Dicky, but his tongue felt like it was Kelu.

The night was getting gripping, the sound of crickets and bamboo tree friction added to the silence that night, the time had shown at 11 pm, no sound was heard again from behind the door of Fitri's room.

Hesitantly Fitri opened the door of her room slightly.

Dicky was seen sitting on the front floor of his room leaning against the wall.

His face looked tired and a little pale, his eyes closed.

Fitri then approached her husband, holding his forehead slightly, hot.

Fitri began to panic, love and worry overpower her heartache, slowly Fitri rubbed Dicky's cheek.

"Mas Dicky!" call Fitri lirih.

Dicky started to blink his eyes.

"Fitri, I'm sorry .. I'm sorry Fit!" dicky said with a trembling voice.

"Mas Dicky, let's go in Mas, not here, the floor's cold!" whispered Fitri while shedding her tears.

Slowly Fitri pushed Dicky into his room, then helped Dicky to lie down on his bed, and Fitri covered Dicky's body.

"Fitri I'm sorry, I'm sorry Fit!" dicky Mumbles.

"You're so stubborn, Mom, why don't you just sleep in the front room, or on the bench, why just sit on the floor waiting for me??" ask Fitri who started compressing Dicky's hot forehead.

Fitri then makes a warm drink for Dicky, then helps him to spend it.

"Now you rest Mas, hopefully tomorrow morning the fever has gone down!" fitri.

"Fitri, have you forgiven me?" ask Dicky.

Fitri was unable to answer Dicky's question.

"Do you think I'm angry because of what?" ask Fitri back.

"Because that night I fell asleep and was late, while you painstakingly prepared a surprise for me!" answer Dicky.

"That's all??" ask Fitri.

"Yes, that's all!" answer Dicky.

"Do you feel like you're doing something that's hurting my heart?" ask Fitri again.

Dicky shook his head.

"Isn't it because you're cheating behind my back??" Fitri was crying again.

Dicky looked astonished at Fitri's attitude.

"Why are you accusing me of cheating on Fit? Just in my mind I've never been, you know I've never been close to any woman?" Dicky looked at Fitri deeply, trying to dive into every thought Fitri had.

"But I saw for myself you had an affair with Ranti, even you already ... " Fitri came back crying unable to continue her words.

"Do you see where Fit is?? I really never deal with Ranti again!" dicky Strictly.

Fitri then began to pull out his phone, then thrust the photo he saw in front of Dicky, Dicky glared at the picture of himself there with Ranti without him knowing.

"Who sent this photo Fit?" ask Dicky.

"I don't know Mas, the number is unknown, because I saw this photo so I went away from you, my heart hurts Mas!" fitri replied while rubbing his wet eyes.

"Bad Ranti, she's set me up! I'll make sure he gets out of his job!" furious Dicky.

"Stuck??" Fitri looks confused.

"That night after the operation was over, I intended to go straight home, an office girl gave me a warm drink, after I drank, I experienced a tremendous drowsiness, she said, after that I didn't realize what was going on!" dicky said.

"Certainly Mas?" tanya Fitri could hardly believe it.

"You've known me Fit long enough, you believe me, or a picture of an unknown person?" dicky asked with eyes staring at Fitri.

Fitri looked down, not daring to look into Dicky's brown eyes which always made him flutter.

"So, Dicky's not cheating, is he?" ask Fitri.

"Of course not Fitri, you know all this time I've loved you so much, thinking of cheating never!" dicky Strictly.

Then Fitri spontaneously hugged Dicky, and buried his head in Dicky's chest lying down.

"I'm sorry, I've accused you of cheating, I'm sorry!" fitri said while crying.

Dicky stroked the soft hair of Fitri.

"Forget Fit, now we focus on our baby candidates only!" whispered Dicky while stroking Fitri's stomach.

There was a sense of warmth that Fitri felt when Dicky's hand touched his stomach.

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