The Incomplete Love
Will Happy?

Kala's nose was attached to the glass that separated her from the room where her sister's incubator was.

Thoriq held Kala who kept glued to see Abby.

“Aya, why are the adek eyes closed?”

“Soalnya in the incubator was installed a beam of danger to the eye adek.”

“Why dikotakin?”

“Soalnya adek birth tightness, Darling.”

“Why is the birth of a tightness?”

Thoriq glanced at Qiara who answered his son, “Soalya want to see the world, adek think it's time to come out.”

“Adek maaa, no receding.” Kala slammed into his sister.

“Mas Kala, replace, Aira spy adek.”

“Eh this is Kala's sister not Aira's sister. Later Aira asked sister Aya,” said Kala who was unexpectedly possessive.

Now it's Aira's turn to cut. The boy thought his brother's sister was his sister too.

“Kala, it's okay this is Aira's sister too. Later if Aya gets married and has a baby, it could be Kala's sister too,” Qiara said gently.

Despite not fully accepting her mother's explanation, Kala slumps down to take turns with Aira. While Thoriq was stunned to hear Qiara's words.

Now it was Aira's turn to stick her nose on the glass.

“Aya sister Abby beautiful, I also want sister.”

Thoriq only kissed his daughter's dismay who kept pointing at Abby.

Now it was Qiara's turn to look at Thoriq's reaction. They accidentally sat. Highlight Qiara's eyes were difficult to articulate.

“Eh already let us to the cafeteria meet Mel and Mark,” said Thoriq avoid awkwardness between himself and Qiara.

“Mas, Qia delivered to room only, later Mas Thoriq same kids to cafeteria.”

“When you want to share Buna ..”

“Kala, Buna let rest first, so quickly recover and quickly go home.”

“Bener, Buna?”

“Iya, Darling. You're the same Aya and Aira to the cafeteria. Eat well.”

“When you want strawberry milkshake?” Thoriq menoel the cheeks of his son's kingpin.

“Mau! Aira want what?”

“I want the Mas Kala pesen.” Thoriq smiled at how much Aira admired her brother. If asked why, he said because Kala is a hotshot.

Kala smiled proudly and then reached out to let her sister down from Thoriq's sling.

The two of them walked hand in hand, Kala pointed this at it as if explaining a lot to Aira.

“Later we can join the four. Me, Liam, Aira, Abby.” Kala put himself as the unifier of the four children later.

Aira's face was met with red hearing Kala mention Liam. Changes that escaped the scan of Thoriq and Qiara.

“Qia won't come to the cafeteria?” Thoriq felt an irregular heartbeat in his heart as he pushed his wheelchair around Qiara.

“No, Mas. Not good to see people. But now we have nothing to do with it. Only limited to Kala aja we are related,” reply Qiara.

“You are indeed a good woman, Qia. Mas sorry we were paired just for a moment.”

“Qadarullah, Yes. What matters now Qia hope that the relationship of Qia, Devan, and Mas is good always for Kala.”

“In the Lord. I hope so too. Later that night we returned to Indonesia, Qia. Alhamdulillah there is a group to rent a villa. Mas should be there for preparation.”

“Ikut seneng his business Mas smoothly. Kala must be sad because Mas came home sooner.”

Thoriq looked towards his two children who were busy chasing.

“When you are happy he is. Titip Kala yes, Qia. I believe you and Devan have always loved Kala. You take care of yourself too. Hopefully in the future there will be no more danger lurking you because Stella and Hanna have been arrested.”

“Aamiin. Allah and Devan will keep the trust from Mas. May we all be in His mercy. Who is Nengokin Hanna?”

Thoriq's face turned hard. “Mas think there is no business. Hanna is rarely held Aira. Mas did not want to meet him, let Mas be a father and mother for Aira.”

“Pardon that's hard huh, Mas. Let alone forgetting.”

Thoriq did not answer because he had not forgiven at all let alone forgotten what Hanna had done to him and Aira.

“Mas, don't find a mother-to-be for Aira?” Qiara asked.

“You're like Grandma, every week know Mas the same woman. Mas to be confused a lot of stock acquaintances Granny.”

Qiara smiled, Thoriq still looks handsome at the age of thirty, well established. In his terms Thoriq falls into the category of duren, cool widower.

“Nothing's happened yet, Mas?”

Thoriq was silent, then slowly replied. “Maybe after this Mas will start opening up. But there will be no matchmaking. Mas will be in a relationship with the woman who made Mas fall in love.”

“Like Mas used to be until now still in love with you, Qia. That's why Mas should stay away,” he added inwardly.

They arrived in the room. Qiara woke up slowly then poured her body onto the bed.

“Qia, abis from the cafeteria, Mas is not here anymore. Mas and Aira all saying goodbye, yes.”

“Iya Mas's. Careful. Sorry, but there were a lot of bad things. Qia sekamal play to Indonesia.”

“Healthy for Qia and Abby. You're happy to always be with your family, yeah. Devan was an amazing husband. Sorry for all the mistakes. Hopefully when we meet, as in the letter Qia, we can laugh at what has happened between us.”

“Mas still remember letter Qia.. Mas also, yes. Thank you for being a part of Qia's life through Kala. Although not together, hopefully our children will never lack the affection of their parents. Sorry Qia too, Mom. Safe trip back to Indonesia. Greetings to Grandma and Grandpa.“

Thoriq called Aira to say goodbye. Silently, the girl hugged and kissed Qiara's cheek.

“Bye, Aunt Qia.” Eyes glazed.

“Aira do not need to cry, you will adek me, so you can meet Buna at any time via call.”

Thoriq and Qiara chuckled at their son's sotoy answer. Before long Thoriq and his children headed for the cafeteria.

Qiara looked at the door that had just closed.

“Bye, Mas ..” whispered.

***

Pov Qiara's

I know why Mas Thoriq came home. He doesn't want to cause any trouble for me and Devan. Although Devan once asked him to take care of me, but we are no longer a couple.

Thoriq is like a book I never read. Or maybe it never ends. I know this is wrong because deep down, there are still feelings for her.

Devan is not an escape, I do love him. It seems this is the essence of love that is not intact.

In silence I cried for the last time. Tears for my memories with Mas Thoriq.

Suppose this heart has an on/off button, I will turn off all the flavors that are still there for it. Suppose it was as easy as turning off the feeling.

I had a life with Devan, Liam, Kala, and Abby.

“You should not be a woman sneezing, Qiara,” rang the message of my late father when he used to judge me too much.

Yes lebay. My father's right. This is the longitudinal definition of my feelings to Mas Thoriq.

I'm gonna carve my happiness with Devan, Kala, Abby, and Liam. They are my future. The way to heaven and my afterlife.

***

Pov Thoriq

Thoriq stared out of the window of the iron bird that took him away leaving Qiara and Kala.

Stepping aside without despair and love for Qiara, was the toughest decision to make.

Aira slept in the chair next to her. Comfortable in business class seats reserved for both of them.

“We should be happy, Ai. Aya promise will not be sad anymore.”

Thoriq stroked Aira's soft cheeks. Her face looked more and more like Hanna. She is determined to raise Aira to be a woman who can take care of herself and her heart. Not like his mother.

“Pardon Aya who has not been able to forgive your mama, son. Maybe someday, but not yet.”

Thoriq pulled out the blanket, took out a hape, and began to open his photos and Qiara.

“For the very last time.”

Photos full of laughter remind her of her happy times. From first date to marriage. Ends his favorite photo when they both play by the beach.

“Qia should be happy, yes. You will also start looking for happiness. Fine, Qia.”

Thoriq took the extrrnal hardisc and moved the photo files until there was nothing left. When he was done, he kept it in his backpack.

“Goodbye, Qia ..”

***

“Alhamdulillah can two bottles. Moga breast other can also be a lot.”

Qiara was satisfied to see the bottles containing ASI. Because Abby is still in the incubator her mother has not been able to breastfeed directly. Qiara was grateful for the milk a lot, at the beginning she was worried Abby would not accept, but greedily Abby instead continued to sip from the tools used by nurses to give milk.

Seeing Abby's condition getting stronger, doctors occasionally ask Qiara to do Kangaroo Mother Care. A skin to skin therapy technique between mother and baby, where the baby is placed on the body and covered with his mother's clothes.

Qiara could see so many hoses and wires attached to Abby's body. But he strengthened his heart, gently touched Abby's skin, while continuing to read the letters of the Qur’an which he memorized.

Devan and Qiara share the task. Qiara will focus on Abby while Devan will continue to accompany Liam and Kala. They also get help from Stephanie, Mel, and Mark who already consider Kala their own granddaughter.

A nurse walked in, with a wide smile greeting Qiara.

“Hai Mam, wow almost four bottles of milk. Abby's a strong baby, she can spend half a bottle once. Usually very premature babies have not been breastfed because digestion is not ready.”

“Alhamdulillah, I can't wait to breastfeed directly.”

“I will ask his doctor, about how long Abby is strong to breastfeed directly. I took the bottles, yes Mam.”

Qiara nodded then packed the milk pump equipment. Now he can move on his own. Only he has not been strong carrying and has not dared to sleep next to Kala because it is rough.

In the evening Qiara went home to the temporary mansion every morning, Devan or her father drove her to the hospital.

That afternoon he prepared because Devan was going to pick up. Her husband works at the same hospital, so Devan always makes use of the free time to be with Qiara and Abby.

“Hi. Beautiful wife.” Devan was beaming at the sight of Qiara who was brewing.

“Gombal! I again morat-marit gini not because.” No less happy, Qiara stopped and walked closer to Devan.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the whole universe. And you are mine.” He impatiently devoured the sweet lips of Qiara who had been yearned for since the morning they parted.

“Devan, still have to fast right,” Qiara blushed in embarrassment after Devan finally ended his long kiss.

“That fasting is you. Besides kekeun-free, Baby ..”

“Eeew .. “ Qiara frowned in response to the god-level inhumanity of her husband.

“Haish, sell expensive, here you.”

Devan again grabbed Qiara, his hands guerrilla in the body he always wanted.

If Qiara felt insecure with her body shape more and more semok, not with Devan. He satisfied both hands to squeeze the more contained parts of Qiara's body.

Not to be outdone, Qiara also directs Devan's hand touch to the part he wants. Groping her husband's stocky and perfect body. Touch as soft as the wings of a butterfly successfully make Devan's body bristling. Only one he avoided. Devan Heirloom. It would be a long affair if Junior stood up straight.

“E ehm ..” Dehemite voice stops their busyness.

Two interlocked lips and two pairs of moving hands coming here immediately let go of each other.

“Evening, Doctor Devan, I see you are busy once,” greet dr Maliq, the pediatrician who treated Abby.

“Ah Doctor Maliq, you know, I can never get enough of ..” Devan could not continue his speech because Qiara hunted smothering her husband's lemes mouth.

Maliq. The senior doctor had tremendous experience in treating premature babies. Devan and Qiara deeply entrust Abby under his watch.

“Neither Qia, I was also once young. Doctor Devan messages me guarded later after puerperium to install contraception. Yesterday Qiara had bleeding so it was better her uterus was strengthened first.”

“Siap, Doctor. If necessary, I will install the contraception tool. Whatever let daily deposit smoothly.” Devan raised his eyebrows while looking at Qiara with perverted eyes.

The woman was at a loss for words.

“You know not Qia, when a woman feels uncomfortable with her body after giving birth, it is precisely the husbands consider it sexy. So get ready aja.”

Devan is now laughing badly because he feels the wind.

“Sorry doctor here why yes?” Ask

Qiara to Doctor Maliq while glancing cynically at her husband.

“Oh yes, about your desire to breastfeed directly Abby. My estimate after these three days can be tried. Abby seems better suited to breast milk than formula milk. But wait until he gets used to his new habit.”

“Abby is also very comfortable in my arms, Doctor.”

“Betul, I monitor as well. Be patient first until the condition is really steady. Abby strong baby.”

“Like his mother,” reply Devan quickly.

Qiara twice fought tenaciously against those sane women who wanted to hurt her. Only because of obsession in the name of love.

Qiara's life struggle left Devan in complete awe of his wife. Her body was slightly smaller than the normal size of an Asian woman, but courage was not necessary to ask.

Even while he was still a annoying man in a wheelchair, Qiara was the only human who dared to argue with him, breaking all his arguments calmly.

“Stay be a loving and compact couple. Having a child born prematurely requires patience because physically he is not ready to be born. Medically there is a possibility of future impact. If it happens to Abby, I hope you guys strengthen each other.”

Devan and Qiara looked at each other. Devan's hand grabbed Qiara's hand and grasped it tightly. With the woman next to him, he felt strong.

After Doctor Maliq came out, Qiara and Devan prepared to go home. Previously stopped by to see Abby. They laughed at Abby who greedily sipped the milk given through a special tool.

“Stay with me, Qiara. You are my world, my everything.” Devan hugged his wife from behind as his eyes fixed looking at his little daughter.

“In shaa Allah, Dear. You are my sun and moon.” Qiara turned around to kiss her husband's lips. The two stay a while longer because they are reluctant to leave Abby.

***