The Pearl of Ternista
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The Goddess' apology that night, was not a mere pretense, was indeed sincere from her deepest heart. It is evident from his next attitude.

Not infrequently he visited the place of Juna and Sherin— in Malang City, and met with Tiara. A friendly smile and greeting always came from his lips.

Not just the Goddess, Devan also from time to time more friendly. Although not as close as before, but in the next meeting, he wanted to talk at length with Novan. Although only discussed about work, but it is more than enough to describe how good their relationship is now.

The culmination of those attitudes was tonight, where Tiara groaned in pain as she was about to give birth. Dewi and Devan, who happened to be in Malang, rushed to the hospital as soon as they heard from Juna. Sherin went there too.

After waiting for about three hours, Dewi and the others just saw the figure of Juna, who had just come out of the delivery room.

"How's Mbak Tiara doing?" Sherin asked first.

"She's still exhausted, but it's okay, the doctor's been treating her. Our baby was born, too, man." Novan replied with a smile.

Yes, it is to them that Novan shares happiness. Because where else are you going? He had no parents, and aunt Tiara's uncle had not yet arrived. They are still on their way from Surabaya.

"Thank God, Auntie was happy to hear it, too" said Dewi.

"I'm happy too. You're finally becoming a father" Devan added.

"Thank you very much." Novan could not speak anymore. Seeing the presence of his baby, as well as the presence of people who once hated each other, is a very beautiful gift. God is never wrong in designing the way for His servants.

"Sit down, let me get you a drink. You look tired, Van," said Juna, who was then responded with a nod by Novan.

While waiting for Juna who went to find a drink, Novan chatted with Dewi and occasionally Devan. Unlike usual who discuss work, this time discussed about children born a moment ago.

Long enough Goddess and others just met with Novan. After about an hour, the doctor came out of the delivery room. He said that Tiara's condition was better and could be visited in turn.

"Van, can't you if Auntie's been visiting?" ask the Goddess before entering the room.

"Yes, Aunt."

After reviewing the smile, Dewi stepped into the room, approaching Tiara who was still lying weakly on the bed. While the baby, apparently sleeping in the incubator.

"Near!"

Tiara. After seeing the Goddess, he smiled. Especially when the middle-aged woman was sitting next to him.

"How are you doing?"

"Still weak, Auntie. But the doctor said nothing serious. Thank you very much, Aunt has already taken the time to come here," Tiara jawan with a soft voice, because the condition of his body is still weak.

"No need to thank that. Coincidentally Aunt Sherin again from yesterday." The goddess turned to look at the child Tiara. "Your son is very handsome and also healthy. Congratulations, yes," he continued.

Tiara's feelings warmed up, "Once again thank you, Auntie."

Goddess nodded. His gaze turned full of guilt.

"I'm sorry Auntie. Your son used to be__"

"Yes, Auntie understands. Will not discuss again," said Dewi. He was silent and held his own guilt.

Not wanting to be awkward in such a long silence, the Goddess reopened her voice, which of course had nothing to do with the past.

"By the way ... Have you prepared a name for him?"

"Gandhi, Kalandra Gandhi. That's the name that Mas Novan and I have been preparing for a long time."

"A good name, definitely matching his handsome face," praised Dewi, and again Tiara thanked him.

After ten minutes passed, the Goddess came out and changed Sherin who entered. Not much different from his mother, Sherin also asked about the situation of Tiara and then congratulated Gandhi on his birth. For the umpteenth time, Tiara again thanked him.

"What are you yourself now? Mas Novan said, you and Juna already want to have more children," said Tiara.

"Yes, there is a plan. And ... This month my guest has not come, it is already two weeks late. But, do not know, just late or already there is content. Not daring to expect more, afraid of disappointment," Sherin replied as she rubbed her slender belly.

"Hopefully there is content, as you expect."

"Mrs, Ma'am." Sherin's eyes sparkled, imagining a baby actually growing in her womb. Ahh, must be very happy.

After a long conversation, Sherin also came out and Novan was the one who went back into the room. Not with empty hands, but with food and medicine.

"You eat first yes, after that take medicine," said Novan gently. The greater the love and affection for the wife. The woman had bet her life for the sake of giving birth to her baby. A debt that he would not be able to pay with money, as much as it was.

"Yes, Mum."

Patently, Novan guided Tiara to a half-sitting. And then feed it without hurry.

After finishing his meal and taking his medicine, the doctor advised Tiara to breastfeed Gandhi.

Tiara doesn't mind. Although the condition is still weak, but there is happiness in itself when doing that. Staring at Gandhi in his arms, also feeling the warmth of his tiny lips, made Tiara almost cry from haru. Twice pregnant, twice giving birth, but only this time she felt the pleasure of breastfeeding. Only this time he could look at the beautiful bead of the baby, even touching his warm soft cheeks.

Thank you, Lord. In the winding path that You give, there is a very beautiful gift. In the lena of sin that is cultivated without Your remembrance, there is still love and forgiveness that cannot be measured by the sea, even with the world and its content.

"Darling, let out those tears, don't hold back. I know how you feel," said Novan, hugging Tiara.

After hearing Novan's words, Tiara did not hold back anymore. He covered his face with his arms, then shed a cry that had been so tight in the chest.

Meanwhile, Novan, closed in order to dispel tears that also want to burst out. In addition to not having the heart to see Tiara, he also remembered Nala, the sister who had been gone for a long time.

In that instant, in addition to the blissful bliss, there was also a gaping wound in the hearts of the two.

Indeed ... There is a high price for every mistake made by every human being. However, there is also sweet fruit if willing to be patient and improve what has been fragile.

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