Missing Room
Episode 96's

Isakan still escaped from my lips when I cried for a long time, deeper and deeper submerged my head on the chest of his field made his clothes wet because of my tears.

But again I had to swallow disappointment, because Mas Pras still did not move the slightest item to just reply to me.

"Do I have to go first so that Mas will truly forgive all my mistakes?" I muttered with a loud voice.

Mas Pras pulled away giving us distance. I raised my head to look at him. I realize I am very selfish. Five years I didn't consider him important, and now I'm forcing him to give me a chance. To give myself up so that I can take my heart back to him.

I bit my lower lip hard because there was still no word of response from her. I think Mas Pras needs time.

Samar I also nodded, and as much as possible I held back my tears. But still can not, again the tears that had subsided this time back flowing.

Slowly I move backwards. "Maybe true— Mas does need time," I said while trying to smile at him.

My footwork continues to spin, I am not strong enough to stay standing firmly in front of him because my condition is getting worse. With the attitude and cold gaze of Mas Pras alone has really made me feel quite deep pain in my mind. Acknowledging my past regrets and mistakes.

With a step towards the door, my steps suddenly stopped. The big arm grabbed me back, grabbed me from behind. Very tightly, as if squeezing my entire joint together with my heart started to stomp strongly.

"Mas is angry with you. I try to suppress my anger by moving away from you first. In order, I do not vent the frustration in the heart of Mas in front of you. But, the way you always make it easy to melt to quickly be able to forgive you. And now you say you want to go, it will never happen" he muttered right in my ear, filled with emphasis.

The words he said it felt like making myself tired of breathing oxygen around. I smiled brightly with eyes that felt sad about novelty. This is the Mas Pras I know. He will never be angry for long, because I believe that I am his weakness.

My hand moved to grab her arm that was still holding me tightly. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to stay by your side. I am willing to age with you. Mas—aku love you," I said voicing my heart, sincere.

Mas Pras' hug loosened, he slowly turned my back until we met each other.

This look in our newness brought a beating to my heart. She smiled slightly then moved her face forward, landing a warm kiss on my forehead.

"Jealous" he admitted.

I'm shaking. "He was just a mistake in my past. Between me and him it's all gone. I've removed his contact," I explained with Mas Pras nodding to make relief lunge into my mind.

"Don't you believe me?" I asked her who responded to me with a faint smile on her lips.

I nodded and tiptoed along with my hand that hung around his neck. Gave him a kiss on his cheek.

There was a middle door sound on the knock. I who just rewinded my face now with Mas Pras looking at each other, before finally Mas Pras say the word enter.

The open door featured Mbak Siti and Aqila who were seen rubbing their eyes. My daughter clutches one of her favorite Marsha dolls that look scuffed.

"Sorry Sir, Madam. Non Aqila just woke up. Whining, he said he wanted to sleep with Papa Mama, even though I had persuaded," said Mbak Siti explained but Aqila had walked first to approach Mas Pras, one hand used to hug his feet.

"Nothing Ma'am, let Aqila sleep here tonight" said Mas Pras.

Mas Pras then took Aqila into a sling. "Why is Papa's daughter awake all night?"

"You sleep with Papa" he said, who then drowned his head in the recess of Mas Pras' neck.

"Of course we haven't slept together in a long time" said I stroked Aqila's back.

Mas Pras nodded, embracing me towards the bed. We were together with Aqila who was in the middle.

But I was amazed when Aqila moved to back me she seemed to hug the body of Mas Pras tightly. My eyeballs immediately stared at Mas Pras.

As if I knew what I meant, Mas Pras gently stroked Aqila's back and asked, "Aqila why?"

I also made a sound asking the same thing with my hand moving around his head, but I was surprised because Aqila's hand moved backwards to deflect my hand.

In my surprise, Aqila said, "Mama even-malahin Kila."

Mas Pras also glanced at me with me who put a bent face. "Mama Anurin Aqila certainly has a reason," said Mas Pras who then looked at Aqila.

"When you play with your sister, but Mama."

"Where not angry, Aqila is not talking, but playing with her sister. Last time I stayed for a while to the bathroom and could not be monitored by Mbak because again in the residence as well, Razka's face and body was made a place to make scribbles markernya. I who saw spontaneously shouted and angrilyin Aqila. Coupled with Mas who mediemin I make my mind everywhere," I grumbled considering the incident last afternoon, it was true that I scolded Aqila and it was spontaneous I did. But then I realized that it was also my fault for negligence. Because kids should be as small as they get more supervision. I sighed with a gloomy face.

The grimace on Mas Pras' forehead slowly dissipated after listening to my explanation. Now it was her turn to tell Aqila, giving advice that what she did this afternoon was not a good thing.

But I also admit that my emotions are hard to control. So far I've been trying to hold my hand so that it doesn't repeat itself like it did before. I scolded Aqila it happened because it was spontaneous with what she did, and again my mood was not good.

Shocked came back to me when Aqila turned to hug my body. He said, "Maapin Kila, Ma."

I looked at Mas Pras who was smiling and nodding at me, he moved docked by leaning his face to align our heads. His hands stretched out tidying my hair. "We have to talk more often, Mas will be ready to listen to you, like you were voicing your complaints," he said who looked at me so intensely.

And I nodded. Justifying said. We must be able to communicate with each other to give an answer to ignorance in order to build trust.

I also pulled his hand for me to hold. He then turned his back to kiss her. "Allow me to serve you. My husband, Mas Pras," I said sincerely.

END

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