Missing Room
Episode 86's

The message I sent from morning still did not get a reply, it caused me to be devastated all day.

It has been more than a week Mas Pras served to Samarinda. We can only rely on cell phone communication. It's no longer what it used to be that there's no reason for me to avoid it. Because the taste I have for her is so obvious.

The feeling of not wanting to be ignored, further proves that I really need his attention.

I let out a long breath, I had intended to lay my body down for a moment on the bed. But even I think about Mas Pras.

I am also now looking for another activity that fills my diary. But before I opened the last sheets, then read them one by one.

When I saw the date listed on it, it was not too long ago, which is when my gestational age was only four months. Full of sadness contents, also not infrequently each sheet there are traces of tears.

My fingers now began to touch him and then switched to rubbing him. Then the look in my eyes moved to look at my distended stomach which then began to slowly slide.

"Your presence brings destiny for Papa and Mama to unite. Thank you dear, Mama loves you," I said with a trembling voice and teary eyes.

"It feels like— Mama can't wait for your presence" I said with a smile.

But all of a sudden my body stiffened, and calmed down again when I saw the hand covering my stomach in his fingers with the exact same ring as mine. Mas Pras, when did he arrive? my inner.

"Sorry, because the opening event of a new branch in Samarinda has a little obstacle, so Mas came home late," he explained.

I think I want to protest it. But for what, now the man has arrived home safely. I kept my mouth shut while closing my eyes. Enjoying hugging. His hands were so possessively coiled around my stomach and this time I felt Mas Pras putting his chin on my shoulders. Then asked in a whispering tone, "You're mad at me?"

Without saying anything I responded with a smile. And it felt like I was getting more comfortable with this kind of position, standing leaning against his sturdy body. But before long Mas Pras' hand moved to reach my chin which suddenly made me immediately open my eyes.

He looked up at me to look back at him, who was honest about his treatment made me a little nervous but I tried to be ordinary. Retaliating gaze.

"Mas hope you're not angry" he whispered before putting his kiss on my lips.

I who was not given the opportunity to answer his words then tried to reply with the motion of my lips. A kiss that feels different, as if it flows the longing of two lovebirds who have been separated for a long time.

And unknowingly the diary in my grasp was now detached, falling to the point of making a sound. Sontak made our activities just stop.

"That's mine!" my protest was half-sull, but Mas Pras actually smiled slanted and then led me to sit on the sofa with me sitting on his lap.

"Reading someone else's property without getting permission from the owner, that's a violation!" I said I was annoyed and embarrassed, but Mas Pras still didn't care about it.

I tried to turn my face away when Mas Pras opened my diary. To be honest, I'm embarrassed because it says all my feelings.

Until I began to wonder when Mas Pras showed his seriousness. And then I turned my face to look at my writing. It is written;

Days passed, and our relationship could no longer be said to be good. After that night, we were no longer sleeping in bed. But often Mas Pras entered the room just to see Aqila, yes just look at him.

Not with me, let alone the child I was carrying and who was clearly his flesh and blood.

Every night when I see Mas Pras peeping Aqila's forehead, my heart sighed. I envy her treatment, but what can I do?

Every night as he left the room, my heart seemed to catch his name because I wanted him to stay.

Stay here, with us, the kid I'm dealing with. I want her to rub my stomach, calm my baby. Like now my baby is kicking my stomach as if to protest that he does not want if I cry for his fate.

I was tired of crying and all I could do was close my eyes. Sleep is the best solution. As usual I do that with a curled position hugging my stomach which is getting bigger. I hope that days and times like this pass quickly.

"Mama is sure, your father will love you when you are born into the world. Dear as Papa once gave to Mama. Also dear as Papa gave to Brother Aqila. Son, be healthy in there. Mama loves you.." I whispered to the fetus in my stomach.

"Mas sorry," he said after raising his face to show eyes that looked glassy. "Mas obeys the ego too much to make you and our child neglected. But believe me, doing all that is for you. They are trying to free you. Mas away so that later Mas have no trouble to let you go."

I shook my head strongly. "Yes that was. But now Anna doesn't want to. Anna doesn't want us all to separate," I said sobbing and clutching her body tightly. My head was getting deeper into the recess of his neck.

Until I heard Mas Pras whisper right in my ear. "Mas loved you from the beginning we met, and Mas hope you also want to accompany Mas until the end of time."

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