THE UNIVERSE IS FOLLOWING US
CHAPTER 124

The struggle and sacrifice may go on forever. That is why, it takes commitment and honesty so that every process undertaken takes place without significant obstacles.

A happy marriage does not mean a problem-free marriage. There is no promise of heaven that a happy marriage will not face problems and arguments.

A happy marriage can be realized, one of which with the compactness and health of husband and wife overcome the problem, how to respond and find solutions to the problem. A happy marriage can also be achieved if the husband and wife continue to maintain love, mutual belonging, mutual understanding, mutual respect and respect.

Like most other husband and wife. Dira sat on the porch of her house waiting for her husband to come home from the factory. She heard that her husband was going to be overtime by the end of the year. While enjoying the view of the vast estate in front of his house. Dira was a little humming to unwind after a day of wallowing with homework.

"Sir Dira." said the young girl who passed by his house.

"Light, are you healthy?" ask Dira.

"Already, brother. Yes although there are still remnants of pain in my body. I'm a little bit whirring. What's Dira again?" ask light.

"Nothing else. Here sit I want to hear your story while in Singapore." invite Dira to pull the hands of Light to sit on the porch of his house.

Light is Oka's lover, Delia's older sister. The girl who is now 19 years old yesterday can help to treat her heart in Jakarta. But it turns out that in the hospital the quota is full. There is a kind businessman willing to help the treatment to Singapore. Just one month she was there, light can be a heart donor from a woman.

The donor kept his identity a secret. Only she's been told by a nurse there that the owner of her heart is now Alzheimer's. Aya asked for the address and identity of the donor but was not told. He can thank the giver.

"Which person donated your heart?" asked Dira after hearing the light story.

"No idea, brother. Could be the people there."

"Whatever it is, you should be grateful because Allah has given you a bright spot in your treatment. God sent an intermediary through the woman. By the way you've been dating Oka's sister for how long?"

"It's the third year, brother. Thank God Oka wanted to wait for me to finish college. The plan is I want to study in Jakarta majoring in communication. I really want to open EO, brother." The light imagined him standing in a building. Organize the process of an important event.

"You know Oka's sister recently passed away. Her husband works in the field of EO. You learn from him alone" said Dira promotion.

"No idea, brother. I haven't been home here in a week. Sorry, brother I'm going home first. He told mom to the shop. He will not cook."

"Ah, yes light. Thanks for stopping by. Count me on his friend." The light left Dira's house. Dira goes inside. His feet stopped when his head started to turn dizzy. Dira walked on holding the wall of the house.

Dira looked at the orange-colored sky. The yellowing sunlight seemed to blister on the expanse of green leaves. A yellow light spray reflected from the zinc of the house.

On top of the green tea plantation. Some people are passing by, it's time they go home after a long day of work. They lowered their heads as they greeted Dira. Dira also returned the greeting of people who devoted themselves to the factory owned by her husband.

"Assalamualaikum" said Arjuna.

Dira saluted and took Arjuna's briefcase. The man sat down for a moment, Dira bent down to take off her husband's shoes. Juna forbade Dira from doing that.

"It's okay, Mom. It is my duty as a wife to serve her husband. You must be tired of working all day. I was cooking vegetable lodeh same sambal nila fish. That's me ..."

Dira was shocked when a hand coiled around his waist. With the head perched on the shoulders.

"I don't need anything right now. I just need you, Dira. I just want you to be that. You don't have to do all this. I can still open my own shoes, I can still bring my own work bag.

Yes I know this includes serving a wife to her husband. But I didn't ask you to do that. My tiredness is not comparable to what you do all day at home. You wake up at dawn, go to the dawn market with Mak Wiwit, you cook and clean the house. I just sat in front of the laptop."

"Be eating first, yes. I'm gonna grab something in the room." said Dira. Juna nodded and went back to enjoying his wife's cooking.

After eating Juna washes his own dishes. At home are just the two of them. Juna had been willing to sit back because there was something he wanted to discuss with Dira. But Dira did not come out of his room.

Juna wondered why his wife did not come out of the room. His feet stepped towards the door of the wooden room. He knocked on the door calling his wife's name many times. But there was no answer, slowly he opened the door. Juna called his wife's name again, and a soft reply answered her call.

"Mas, I want nanya to?" sapa Dira who wears a pretty white dress. His wife was also beautiful with a fragrant body scent.

"What?" Juna pressed his hands together at his wife's waist.

"If we were old, would you still love me? even though I'll be bent, my hair bleached, my eyes won't be able to see again, whether ..."

"You know, we've been through a lot. When I look for a mooring of hearts, a struggle to pursue the love of a Medhira Utami, we are faced with a blessing that is difficult to achieve. Separated because of circumstances. And back together again. Doesn't that prove that I'm destined for you."

"So now you close your eyes. I had already prepared all this." whispered Dira.

"Okay" Juna closed his eyes.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad. Mother wants to know someone. Someone who will add to the atmosphere of the house to be alive." Dira's voice echoed in Juna's sense of hearing.

"Dad, you mean?"

Dira took out a small box and gave it to Juna.

"This what? it's not that you and I are still a long time ago."

"Open it up, Mom."

Juna opened the red gift box.A two-striped testpack is now in plain sight.

"Are you pregnant again, baby?" exciting Juna. Dira nodded small.

Juna hugged his wife happily. This was truly the most beautiful gift he would never forget.

"Are you ready to get pregnant again, baby?"

"I'm ready, Mas. I was scared once. But mama and Ayu assured me that this was a gift given by God."

"Thank you, baby. Thanks." Juna hugged Dira again a sign of happiness.

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Assalamualaikum, this is the chapter that last night switched placements. Sorry about the trouble and it makes you confused.

Please re-read chapter 123

thanks