Sincerity Love Aluna
Chapter 29

Iskhandar left his motorbike blind in the hospital, he took Aluna in a taxi. His embrace was in no way separated from the two-bodied body. His hand continued to hold the hand of the wife, occasionally he kissed her. Her tears kept flowing, how long she was with a woman who was always cheerful when in front of her. Aluna did not show sadness if she often snapped at him in the past.

The love of the wife is so great that the love is now avenged. Aluna touched her husband's face, and Iakhandar caught her arm. Again he kissed it even to the point. Happiness is not always looking at the material, Aluna sincerely lives hard with her husband. Without asking for help from her parents, Aluna would always be with Iskhandar until death separated.

The car he was riding arrived at the slum where Iskhandar lived. The man got off after paying for a taxi, carried his wife's body and took her straight to the house located in the second-floor flats. His presence became the center of attention, the wife of an Iskhandar had returned. However, with his appalling condition made the occupants of the flats wonder, 'what is with the always cheerful girl?' The neighbors whispered and his gaze kept on Iskhandar who was climbing the stairs.

Arriving home, Sherly welcomed the arrival of her brother. He had heard the story of Ahsam and Hana. Sherly greeted with a smile, she felt sorry for her brother. Her life is so tested, not to mention having to take care of her mentally ill.

Aluna was laid down on the bed very carefully, and Syerly helped fix the pillow for the support of her sister-in-law's head. Aluna's gaze could not be missed, she continued to look at her husband's face. She remembered that the man was her husband. His lips were smiling, but his eyes were oozing liquid.

Iskhandar sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed his wife's hand and kissed her again. Their longing gushed inundated with happy tears. Iskhandar no longer wants to lose his wife, then he rubbed the distended stomach. I don't know how many months it's been, he himself doesn't know for sure.

Iskhandar saw the whereabouts of Hana and Ahsam there, he asked for help to be brought by people who usually handle pregnant people, not midwives or doctors. Maybe more precisely a paraji. Paraji confidant there who used to deal with pregnant people, living in such an environment, para-ji services are needed.

Hana immediately left, the woman told Aluna's condition so that the raji brought her own herbal medicines. The paraji arrived at Iskhandar's house. The bewildered Aluna just kept quiet as the middle-aged woman massaged her stomach.

"It looks like her gestational age is approaching birth, it won't be long" Paraji said. The woman took the potion out of her bag, no matter what kind of medicine it was? Iskhandar himself did not know his function, he just nodded his head.

"Later, if there is a contraction can call Mom just yes," said Paraji named Jumin, the old woman is often called mak Jumin by local residents. "It's taken three times a day, it's just an herb and an herbal remedy, safe for pregnant people" explained Mak Jumin.

"Mak has heard of your wife's illness, hopefully with this potion your wife is cured at least she remembers the way home," replied mak Jumin.

People used to believe in herbal medicine, if medical can not cure then people need to try drugs formulated by themselves.

"I remember, he was my husband and that was ...," Aluna said.

"I'm Hana" he said.

"I'm Sherly" she said.

"I'm Ahsam." All introduced themselves to Aluna, so that the future mother smiled faintly.

Iskhandar smiled and saw his wife's face beaming, he would take care of her until she was healed. They are also waiting for the birth of their baby.

"Thank you for helping" said Iskhandar.

"We're family" Ahsam said.