Risa Wedding's Story
EPILOGUES

RISA

Our little angel

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It was a very tumultuous night, finally our little angel wanted to see the world. The attack is getting more intense, the little one can not wait to see the world and its contents. Want to see kake and his grandmother, the twin om Jerry and Jerom. Of course we, his parents.

As for Ezra, yes I grimace because I am sick and want to laugh. My husband's face was deathly pale, his body temperature was cold hot while carrying me in the car.

In the back seat she accompanied me, my grip on her hands grew stronger.

Ah our little angel was naughty, he was born far from what the doctor expected.

A tear dripped through the slit of my eyelid, Ezra faithful beside me. Gave me spirit, my mind was fucked. The pain was so intense, I missed my mother.

It all paid off when the nurse laid the little angel on my chest, me and Ezra looked. Then our gaze focused on her, who was crying out loud. Looking for food sources from me.

“Thank you dear,” Ezra peed my forehead, only this time I saw the sharp eyes watering.

My husband cried, Our struggle is not in vain for the sake of the little angel.

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Princess Chilla Prawira, now nine months old and often making me jealous as a mother, took all forms of Ezra's attention away from me.

But I'm so happy to have them in my life, perfect it's been my life this time.

I gently rubbed her little pungung, she was already asleep in her baby box. After a few hours he did not want to come down from his father's lap.

A sturdy hand sniffed and wrapped around my waist from behind, I was very sorry for the masculine scent of his body.

His chin is on my shoulder, I glared at him who deliberately blew my ear.

“You how much sister to Chilla,” whispers gently.

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I'm not just a warm woman in Ezra's life. He loves me in his own way, not with romantic words, chocolates or flowers. He's very stiff and simple. The word love, perhaps I could only hear it a few times from my husband's stiff mouth.

Never be selfish, I learned to be patient. Patience without frills in the back, Ezra's past is a part of him that I have to accept. Not that I made to make reference to him good or not, my choice turned out to be right.

Ezra was a good man, no matter how others saw him. For me he who has sacrificed his time for others, is more than a responsible man.

The heartwarming news came, after the birth of our baby Elsha finally woke up. Surprisingly, he had fallen asleep long enough and was left behind by time. Even though the woman was paralyzed I was so grateful, she looked strong when Ezra and I looked at her. We continue to give him moral support. May his life be better. Because I believe every human has a chance.

Everything was clear, now that I know what Elsha means in my husband's life. That woman I can't deny that she once filled Ezra's heart, I accepted it airily. He is also there, I will not get him out of my husband's life. Celebrating accepting it as a journey into my husband's adulthood, let their memories remain theirs.

For Ezra's later memories, for decades more, are mine and Chilla(.)