Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)

Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Nara's awake


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"Ma-ma."


I soon woke up when I heard Nara's voice calling me.


"Nara."


Soon I ran to the doctor. The doctor came in and checked on Nara.


"How's Doc?"


"Miss Nara's condition, it's stabilizing. He's gone through a critical period" explains Dr. Aldy.


"Thank you Doc" I said.


My tears are dripping haru. The wait for the last few weeks paid off. Nara woke up from her sleep. I miss this little girl.


"Nara."


"Ma-ma."


I kissed my son's face with my darling. I couldn't help but melt the clear melt that was beginning to rip in my eyes. Can't stand it, I can't help haru.


"Mama misses you, son. Where is the sick?" my fickle.


"Na-ra is also ka-ngen with Ma-ma" Nara said in a voice that made my heart throb with pain.


"It hurts, son?" I rubbed Nara's head with a baby.


"Here, Ma," Nara replied, pointing to her chest.


"The pain will go away. You are strong, son. The doctor injected anti-pain medication" I explained.


Nara nodded. The little girl took a look at the room that might feel foreign to her.


"Mama, where's Nara?" ask him plain.


"Nara is in the hospital" I replied.


Nara was silent for a moment. Could it be that he was thinking something in his innocent mind?


Father, Mother, Brother Dea and Mas Bayu enter the room with Naro who wears school uniform.


Dad looked at Nara grimly and long. Nara was the unwanted granddaughter of my father at the time. It was Nara who broke off our relationship. Maybe I was selfish when I chose to keep Nara instead of caring for Dad. Nara is my flesh and blood, she's not wrong. I'm the one who can't be the wrong relationship.


"Nara," call Brother Dea. "How are you doing, son?" ask Brother Dea softly.


"Nara is well, Auntie," answered Nara enthusiastically.


"Hurry to heal, so you can play with Zenia again" said Kak Dea.


Nara nodded. Then he looked at Father and Mother who might have felt foreign in his eyes. Since Nara was born she has never known her grandparents from her mother.


"Nara," said Father slowly. But still heard by my ears.


Nara's forehead shriveled in wonder. He doesn't know Dad.


"Darling, this is Grandpa. He's Mama's father" I explained.


"Grandfather?" reset Nara.


I nodded while smiling warmly. Seeing Nara who was healthy made me breathe a sigh of relief and continue to hope that Nara always smiled every beat of my pulse. Because that smile can amplify all the restlessness in my soul.


"Nara, it's Grandpa" said Dad.


Too many things could have happened in Nara's childhood. I hope she will become a strong woman after growing up. After this he must face the fact that he has lost the father figure that he loved so much. Nara's leg condition is still not recovered, she has not been able to walk normally and must use a cane. I'm sure Nara is strong and can deal with this.


"How are you doing, son? Forgive Grandpa," said Father wiping his grandson's head.


"Nara is good, Cake," replied Nara.


I was moved to see Nara who felt no revenge at all on Dad. Although Nara did not know if her presence had made us clash. But I'm grateful he never asked me that question and I won't tell you what really happened in the past before he was born into the world.


"Hurry up granddaughter, Grandpa," said Dad, peeping at Nara's forehead.


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"Are you okay?" mother asked when I cleaned Nara's belongings, because Nara's condition had improved and she was also allowed to go home by the doctor.


"Ara is fine, Mom," I replied with a bitter smile.


If I could be honest, I wouldn't be okay at all. Only I can breathe a sigh of relief because Nara is well again.


"Mom knows what you're thinking, son. Don't regret what happened" said Mother rubbing my shoulder.


It's been a long time since I've told Mom my complaints. Our relationship has been strained since I got married. I miss the warm touch on my body.


"Is Ara selfish Ma'am?" ask me to look at Mom with teary eyes.


I still can't forget the accusations of selfishness leveled at me. Everyone accuses me of being selfish for being selfish. Am I really that? I also don't want to be in this position, if I can choose let me just donate my heart Nara. But God's will says something else and what can I do?


"No, son, you're not selfish. This Galvin's choice is not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. Don't listen to anyone else's words" Mother said, calming me down.


Just like Naro and Mom said that I shouldn't blame myself. But why can't this guilty feeling go away and continue to torture me so deeply.


"But I can't imagine how Nara reacted, Mom," I said with a deep sigh.


"Nara will understand when she grows up" she said.


"I'm afraid Nara is blaming herself, Mom. Nara loved Mas Galvin very much" I said. I can't hide my fear and worry. Because of her it arrived I can't imagine how hurt Nara was.


"You explain it well to him. I'm sure Nara will understand" said Mother.


I nodded with a long breath. I looked at Nara's sleeping face. His condition is much better than before. His appetite also increased, but he could not eat anything hard other than porridge.


"Nara's a strong girl like you. So don't be afraid if she'll experience a mental block when you explain what's really going on" she continued.


"Ara also hopes so, ma'am," I replied.


Nara is allowed to go home by a doctor tomorrow. So tonight I've taken some of the things I brought with me during my hospital stay. While Naro was brought home by Brother Dea. Because the atmosphere of the hospital is not good for the health of children.


"Ra," call Mom.


"Yes Ma'am?" I looked at my mother with a smile.


"There's something I want to talk to you about" Mother said.


My forehead wrinkled in wonder. I can't digest Mom's words. I was actually wondering what Mom was going to say to me, because Mom's serious face made me a little suspicious if what she was going to say was related to Nara or Naro.


"Speak what Mom?" my hands are curious.


Mother seemed to take a long breath. I haven't talked and told you this close to Mom in a long time. Honestly, I miss my childhood.


"You're twins."


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