The Sweetest Harsh
Episode 72 - Scratching the Wound

The ponytail-tailed little girl smiled by holding Tiara's index finger, making it a grip. The two of them walked together, treading the grassy path they stepped on slowly, enjoying the times together peacefully, until suddenly, the little girl let go of her hand and stepped ahead. Walking backwards with one hand raised, waving with his sincere cheerful face, continued and continued until the girl arrived at the brightly glowing door that was very blinding to the eye. Once again, the black-haired girl smiled, but with a sour expression. Waving his hands and walking further and further out of the reach of the eyes, leaving a thump on the light door hard as it closed.

Tiara who still raised her hands as a barrier to her two eyes from the glare of light in front of her was flabbergasted, finding herself now in a boundless space with a pitch-black whole. His heart felt empty, who was that little girl who suddenly came and left?

He suddenly felt lonely. Being alone without knowing anyone he can make friends with. His frail body shivered vigorously, one hand moving, reaching for anything he could at this moment. His soul was so desperate to immediately rise from the discomfort that was endlessly afflicting him. When he felt something warm touching the back of his hand, Tiara was slowly overcome with curiosity, who else came here? Will he only show his warmth in an instant and then get lost?

In such an arduous attempt to figure it out, Tiara's eyelids opened several milliseconds, feeling shocked because her deep sleep suddenly awakened. Welcomed by dim light. His rudimentary eyeballs caught the shadow caught in his pupils sending an identifying signal in his brain, telling him that the woman was not alone. He was with .. Alfa.

The blurred vision that had loomed in his mind over time became clear, guided by a body that was now fully conscious. The man smiled warmly, gently touching his wife's head. Groomed him slowly, as if giving him a hypnotic form of his calm and reconciling movements.

The woman felt her heart warm up instantly, while unnoticed, the pain, stiffness, and slashing on her lower abdomen began to introduce pain. Tiara looked all over herself. He found that he could now see clearly, his legs covered in blankets with his stomach no longer bulging. Oh, he remembered when some time ago he had a fever before the doctor finally stated that his pulse had gone.

“Sayang ..” Alfa called quietly while continuing the hand movement on his wife's head. However, the woman did not respond. He remained in a state of henchmen and his eyes were glaring. Tiara's body was indeed calm, but who would have thought that her soul harbored so much fear, anxiety, and uneasiness that blended in the dark passage of her heart?

No more hope and passion. Want to feel he also went with his little girl, ending all his suffering that never wanted to end.

Without holding back, the woman let the crystal circle flow from the corner of her eye. Showing his last power that can no longer protest against the situation, other than by lamenting. Alfa who caught with jelly change for the sake of change mimic his wife's face was frowning. Did Tiara dream of meeting their baby until she mentioned his name? Oh, that woman must have been through a trauma that got worse.

Alfa called out repeatedly the name of his wife, but, as if her existence did not appear in the scope of the woman's view, Tiara reacted nothing but to tears. The man then moved his body forward, reaching for Tiara's face with his lips pressed against the woman's cold cheeks, but, again, the woman did not react.

The man then pressed the emergency button next to the bed, hoping the doctor would come into the room and check on his wife who had just regained consciousness.

As soon as she heard the footsteps of the other, the Alpha left the treatment room for a moment, giving the medical personnel permission to do their job.

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"Isn't this what you want?" Jonah tilted his head. Staring with a look full of hate, but in his heart he felt happy, that his efforts to revive his wife was successful, even more successful than he thought. Helmia's arrival here apparently opened the two doors of the woman's heart at once. Somehow the woman was able to come here to want to accompany Tiara in the cesarean section some time ago.

It was of course very surprising for Jonah and Alfa, because they had placed the Tiara in a location far enough again difficult to reach by iron bird vehicles that could shorten the trip. However, there came Helmia in her present place, at the top of her branch office, with a shabby face and careless eyes.

"Please speak plainly, for I am too tired to just argue with you" she said, without looking at her husband, looking out the glass wall that presents a green landscape of nature that is still so virgin.

"Should I ask again, why are you lingering in this place without any obvious problems? And how can Tiara stay with you in the villa? You think I'm stupid and can't make any conclusions?"

"What's your conclusion?" Jonah said quickly and walked slowly towards his big chair, holding both hands on his pants pocket with a dark expression.

There was no answer until the man arrived at the side of the table. He leaned his pelvis over the edge and stared quickly at the unmoving Helmia there. Seconds by seconds it felt like a ticking time needle, counting down time as if the response from his wife was a thrilling surprise.

The woman's body shook slowly, along with the restrained stuffing that came out of her mouth. Helmia crying. Somehow he could cry this deep, maybe because his heart was too frozen, so his tears were too stiff to melt the mute taste. This time, the rupture was already his cry, carrying the chain of selfishness that was slowly fading away. He lost. However, he was happy, because the pain was not only hurting his heart, but also able to break his soul that seemed to know no love and tolerance.

Jonah approached. Gently stroking his wife's arm to look at Helmia with her face increasingly disheveled, wet with tears. Her haggard eyes collided with the eyes full of her husband's day. Without warning, the man forcefully confronted Helmia's body and hugged her tightly. Let the outflow of longing melt into its owner. Unite without distance. It made the old woman grow frowning. Crying with his gratitude, because in the end, he knew that the peace of his life was this moment, when he could be close to the antidote when he loved.

The man in the black suit exhaled a long breath, loosening his embrace.

"I .. I don't want to lose you," the woman sighed with a look toward her husband. "But I think I'm too late" he said. "Alfa is about to remarry Karina"

"Who said I'd marry again?" Alfa's voice was loud enough to echo throughout the room.

Helmia was stunned, her eyes widened and immediately released her embrace of Jonah. Neighing in a contrived voice from feeling awkward and embarrassed, her frail self finally appeared already in front of Alfa.

The woman looked at her son who was walking closer. The smile that riveted from Alfa's lips grew wider, seeing a scene that was so soothing, knowing the warmth of the relationship between his parents who re-established.

"Karina and I are not getting married. We're just doing a photo shoot for Diena's latest design promotion. That's it," said Alfa lightly.

Helmia raised an eyebrow again. Trying to digest with all his common sense over the information that would be a surprise for him.

"The human view is limited Ma, therefore we must build a partition to limit our gaze that is bright and likes to penetrate the wall that is not sure its contents with good prejudice." Alfa smiled again. "I brought Tiara here because she was very fond of the situation here which is still beautiful," he sighed with a sigh full of disappointment that was so obvious in the look of his face, he said, when remembering about the pregnancy of his wife who had to fall back.

"I'm sorry Mama." Helmia held onto both of Alpha's arms with an expression full of regret.

Alfa smiled bitterly and nodded briefly. She hugged her mother tightly. The man cried out with satisfaction in his heart, that he loved his mother so much. Loving with irreplaceable love and so in need of this reconciling embrace to be able to stand up straight to take a step forward.