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Chapters 102. Come back

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Kimara POVs.

When I opened my eyes, I was amazed to find myself in a strange but beautiful place. This place I've never seen before. There was no one there but me. A place that was so beautiful, a place that made me want to visit.

For a moment I realized why my body no longer hurt. My stomach is no longer growing, have I given birth? Then where are my babies? I'm looking like the guy who lost his fortune. I'm also confused how I got here?

My body didn't hurt, my stomach didn't wash and my hair had grown again. But why am I here? Wasn't the last time I was in the hospital painting and I felt my throat hurt instead of playing. After that, I no longer know what happened.

“Nak”.

God that voice, that voice I know so well. The voice I longed for and the voice that had long disappeared from me.

I turned “Ayah”. I couldn't believe it when I saw Dad standing in front of me smiling. His face was very bright, his clothes were all white. His smile is sweet too.

“Daddy”. I ran to hug the man I missed so much. I miss him so much. Did I dream of meeting him?

“Dad, Ara rindu”. My pampered sis embraced him like before. I can't really express the happiness I'm currently getting. I was able to reunite with Dad after so long of his departure that made my world collapse and flat with the ground.

“Daddy”. I hugged Dad as much as I could, letting go of the longing since his departure a year ago.

“Sayang”. Dad took my hug off. She smiled warmly, her burly fingers wiped the tears that fell on my cheeks “Don't cry, and be a strong woman”. His words were gentle yet able to make my heart tremble and feel the warmth of the affection of a father I had not had for a long time.

“Ara misses Father”. I looked at Dad happily.

She simply threw a sweet smile and gently stroked my head, that long dangling hair gently stroked it. I wonder, since when did my hair grow is not my head bald due to the effects of chemotherapy that I live?

“Ara want to join Ayah”. My words.

Dad shakes “No dear!! You can't come with Dad, our world is different”. Father replied with a gentle smile there was no look of sadness like before that I always saw on his face.

“But Father....”.

“Your place is not here, son. It's not time for you to stay with Dad, someday we'll regroup and Dad will be waiting for you here”. Say Father again

I shook my head unwillingly, I want to follow Daddy “Disana Ruthless Well. Ara couldn't get through it herself. The world is evil to Ara, the world makes Ara suffer. Ara pain Dad. Ara felt alone. There was nowhere to complain and lean as Ara went through a lot of trouble. Ara does not want to go back there Daddy”. I took out all the junk I've felt all this time, I wish I could stay here with Dad. It is comfortable and peaceful and there are no more pain and tears attacking me.

“Kak Ara”'s.

I went back to hearing that voice. I turned my gaze to the direction of the call.

“Mey, Iu”. I ran to hug them with a cry.

“Ibu”. My tears hugged this woman, she looked young and very beautiful her wrinkled face disappeared “Mey”. I also hugged my sister. God, I feel so happy when I meet those whom I have long missed.

“Bu, Ara rindu”. My fists. Mother stroked my head in her arms like a child who was yanking for a toy.

“Ara tired Bu”. My speech.

Mom, Dad and Mey just kept smiling. They don't cry like me who misses their presence. Don't they miss me? Why are their faces normal and just smiling.

“Bu, Ara wants to join Mom, Dad and Mey stay here. Ara alone Mom, Ara always bothers Brother Roger and Ara also always makes Brother Roger cry”. I confided in that woman.

I shook my head with spoiled “But Ara doesn't want to go back Mom. There Ara lived suffering, Mom. Ara also ails”. I am excited to tell you everything I feel.

“Back son, your place is not here. Not yet time for you to stay with us”. Mom said with a smile.

“Bu”.

“Mey”. I switched to my sister. She was very beautiful, her face was shining and sweet.

“Kakak”. Mey smiled warmly as she held my hand

“Back Brother. They were waiting for Big Brother, pity them from earlier just keep crying calling Big Brother with their cries because they can't yet speak”. I don't understand Mey's words, who are they? Why can't you talk?

“Dad, Mom, Mey”. Suddenly they walked away while waving their hands at me.

“Daddy”.

“Ibu”.

“Mey”.

I ran after them crying and fell on the ground.

“Dad, don't leave Ara. Ara need you guys”. My crying broke.

Until I saw a small, stumpy hand extending its hand to me. I held my head up with tears.

A little man smiling warmly looked at me. His hand was still outstretched asking me to patiently welcome him.

I stretched out my hand and welcomed the poor hand.

“Mommy”. Who called me Mommy? I turned my eyes back to that voice. Three five-year-old little boys walked up to me with warm smiles.

I just realized that their faces are similar and could they be twins? One of them was a little girl and as I stared at every inch of her face, why did it look so much like me? Even a duplicate of my little face. Then I looked at the three boys who had similar faces. My God, why is his face so similar to my ex-husband, Kayhan Mahendra Bagaskara.

“Mommy”. All four of them called me at the same time. Surprisingly my heart warmed when I heard the call, O God have I become a Mommy? Why does it feel so happy.

My eyes glazed over as the little mouth called me Mommy.

“Who are you boys? What are you doing here?”. I asked gently to squat my body and equalize her height with theirs.

My God why their faces are so similar to my ex-husband's. And my heart was pounding as well when I touched their faces as soon as my heart warmed and felt comfortable and happy which I could not express through writing or painting.

“May cempuy Mommy”. I chuckled at the little girl's answer who couldn't pronounce the letter T correctly.

“Come Mommy”. They held my hand. Though confused, I followed. I don't know where the boys are going to take me.

Strangely why I want to and even there is happiness that covers my heart. Especially when they call me Mommy.

Seriate......

Kayhan & Kimara