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Finally Story

Today I went back to Rara's house again. He doesn't know about Mona sending him a message. Not having a connection also to his heart, even though he was waiting for his wife at home.

For some reason in the heart of Ancient growing arise a sense of reluctance to meet Mona. Though if about the terror, Purba has not so much to criticize it. Right now just want to calm down at his second wife's house.

"Mas, would you like to stay here again?" ask Rara.

"Yes, my head is dizzy." Anciently massaged his head many times the point. He lay his head on Mona's lap who had just put Az-Zahro to bed.

Rara did not ask much more, with a smile she gently massaged her husband's head. Then it tells about the daily life of Az-Zahro and Azka. Although Azka is not an Ancient child, but Purba likes to hear the development of her children.

As long as his head was incised by Rara, Purba had already thought whether to ask about the terror? Rara's hand was actively massaging the Ancient's head, but it was as if Purba felt nothing. Not a bad massage Rara, but her concentration is not focused. So as not to feel the massage and attention of his beloved wife.

Rara felt what became her husband's grief, she could not be lied to from the look on her husband's face that did not look fresh and from the gaze when talking. As if unfocused, even when Purba played with the little guy, he was like a forced happy.

"Yes, I'm sleeping" said Rara. He will move to the right side of Az-Zahro, while Purba is to the left of his son.

They do not put the baby in a special bed, they want to be together while enjoying a break. The bed is also big. Az-Zahro had to sleep alone, although many modern babies are trained to be independent from infancy. However, Rara and Purba did not seem ready.

Unless they are going to play at night, it means having sex then they will move to another room.

Rara saw the Ancient who slept restlessly, often moving indistinctly. Usually if someone who does not get heavy thoughts, all day activities will quickly sleep soundly. Rara was disturbed. He got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make warm orange juice.

***

"What's up, kid? What nights, in the kitchen?" asked Bu Purwanti who was still in the kitchen.

Coincidentally the time shows at 10:00 pm also happened to Bu Putwanti will take drinking water for her room. The habit of everyone in general, providing mineral water for supplies when you wake up early.

If in the room, Rara was actually provided by a domestic assistant, then the water was never empty. So Bu Purwanti wondered why Rara went down to the kitchen at night.

"You're making warm orange juice, ma'am. For Ancient Mas," said Rara while continuing to go to the kitchen cabinet, looking for glasses and tools to squeeze oranges.

"What is Ancient? How do tumben ask for orange juice at night? Didn't you sleep well? He must be tired of working all day."

Rara later related, that she saw Purba seemed agitated, so took the initiative to make warm orange water. Who knows, it might make her husband more relaxed.

While making warm orange juice, Bu Purwanti asked Rara a lot or gave some suggestions so that her son would be better, calmer.

Although Purba is Bu Purwanti's son, but he can not arbitrarily interfere with the privacy of his son-in-law and son. So Bu Purwanti only asked Rara, not daring to immediately suddenly want to look into the room. Unless Purba is very sick. If you just feel unwell or something light, Bu Purwanti entrusts to her daughter-in-law.

"But ancient is nothing serious, right?" ask Bu Purwanti back.

"No, Ma. It seems like it is just ordinary anxiety, I have not had time to ask many things, fear is not comfortable for Ancient Mas if asked a lot."

Bu Purwanti nodded, she understood. The steps Rara took were correct. Before many questions should be given a tranquilizer first, warm oranges are good for refreshing the body.

Rara is back in her room.

***

Rara put the warm orange on the nightstand next to the bed right next to her husband.

Then gently his hand rubbed the Ancient head, so that he could drink warm oranges for a while.

Purba opened her eyes slowly, from the look of her eyes as if she had gone to sleep. However, if it's easy to wake up it means he's not okay.

"This is Mas, drink first," said Rara while offering a glass of orange.

Purba said nothing, he corrected his sitting position, then took the drinking water and wiped it little by little.

"Nake?" rara asked with a warm smile. Look at the husband's face.

Purba nodded, a slight smile was painted on her lips. "Thank you," he added.

"Mas ... why?" rara asked as she touched the hand of Purba, to start the question so that Purba did not feel urged.

Purba took a deep breath as if heavy as it felt, taking out the burden that was on her chest.

"cn .... May I know why Mas sleeps like a restless one? If you want to tell a story, I'm happy to listen. Maybe, although not much help, at least a little relieved the burden in Mas's heart or a little enlightening the mind which of course many things that Mas face."

Rara tried to persuade her husband to come clean, because it made Rara worried too. The fear faced by Purba is very serious, if not immediately sought a way out will be fatal. Acute stress cannot be underestimated, because the influence on brain inflammation will provoke all diseases in the body.

Ancient thought again. Does it have to be conveyed to Rara right now? The sooner the better.

However, the fear that she did not predict was wrong, let alone Rara just gave birth. Ancient though not a husband who can easily open social media or read other things that are not his field, but he knows with the term baby blues.

Purba looked at Rara as if looking for an answer to her turmoil. Is Rara ready to accept the burden she will tell. Slowly Rara's hand that was still in her hand was reciprocated with a touch too, with a gaze that could not be separated of course.

"Why Mas? Don't worry I'm ready, hear it. I'm fine, I can accept whatever the worst news is right now" Rara assured her husband.

Rara has a strong feeling, especially from someone who is very close to her. The gaze of Purba can be read, that he hesitates to be afraid of burdening his wife.

"It's our household problem, baby," Purba opened the conversation.

"Yes then?" ask Rara briefly. I don't want to hear the story.

"Several days now.some people terrorized me," said Purba lirih.

Seriate....