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" There's nothing to worry about, Naufal! At home again in a mourning mood. So, you don't have to go to my house. Okay fine! You see for yourself anyway, don't you? My in-laws look at you in the hospital. And my in-laws are also starting to think no-no to our relationship. It is certain that my in-laws judged that I had cheated on you" Yasinta said.

" It's true, isn't it?" sahut Naufal who made Yasinta's eyes glare.

" Nowfal!!" yasinta said as if begging Naufal not to be strange. Naufal smiled as he looked at Yasinta whining.

" Yes, I'm not going to your husband's house! But you're the one who needs to see me. Okay!" Naufal.

" No promise!" sahut Yasinta immediately pulled his nose by Naufal because of anxiety.

*******

The Pradana house.

After the funeral, Pradana still locked herself in her room. The tiny baby Mandala child is currently in Yasinta's arms. Yasinta was so sincere and affectionate carrying the child from her honey.

" You're so pretty, son! Don't worry, baby! I will take care of you and raise you. I'm your mother too. Call me, mama!" said Yasinta quietly while rubbing the cheeks of the tiny baby that is still smooth.

" Uh? Your father forgot to give you a name. Papa you are sad because your mother died. So good boy yeah, baby! Later you are the one who will pray for your mother." said Yasinta lirih.

"Let's take the ride, son!" said the mother Mandala who suddenly came to Yasinta.

" Uh mom!" sahut Yasinta while handing over the tiny baby who is female.

" It's so beautiful, son! Grandma will take care of you and raise you, baby!" said the Mandala Mother while shedding her tears. His heart still grieved when he lost his daughter.

" Will I bring the baby's sister?" ask Yasinta slowly. Yasinta strongly objected that the Mandala child would be taken by his grandmother. But what right Yasinta if he forbid it.

" Yes, son of Sinta! We've lost our daughter's Mandala. We want with the presence of Mandala's child can treat our sense of loss to Mandala. We want to take care of this Mandala baby to a large extent" Mandala's mother said.

" Can't! That's my son! You can't take my son, my daughter. He is my flesh and blood. I am the one who has the right to care for, nurture and raise her." said Pradana who suddenly came out of her room and listened to our conversation in the middle room.

Yasinta gawked over Pradana's hard heart. But the sadness and loss of Mandala is what makes Pradana even more chaotic.

" Yes!" call Yasinta.

" That's my daughter, mother!" pradana said as she snatched the tiny baby from Mandala's mother's arms. Mandala's mother was sobbing more and more in her cries. A few eyes that looked like papa, mama Pradana immediately approached them.

" Fatherman! Don't be so rude! Look at your daughter crying like this." said mama Pradana while taking over the baby held by Pradana. The little baby was crying screaming.

" He's thirsty ma!" yasinta said while giving a small bottle containing the formula.

" It's so sorry, baby! You're this small you don't feel your mother's milk." said mama Pradana quietly as she shook her voice.

" Mama!" say Yasinta slowly.

The atmosphere of the house was still in mourning and loss. Especially when you see a tiny baby who is crying already does not have the mother. How sweet a heart to see it. They become scrambled to care for and give her affection. Moreover, the mother of Mandala was very hit with the death of Mandala. Parents will feel slashed if they see their children die first especially in a very young time. But who knows for sure the death of man except the Almighty. The soul mate, rezki and death are already in its provisions.

Man only lives his predestination.