You Are My Sunshine
The Part 251
The doctor-to-be seemed to be still digesting the sentence that Freya had thrown to him. "Huh... fogging?” tanya Fatih's floating.
“Yes, try your real end. Ever since I came in, your house smells like abis being fogged. Are there a lot of dengue mosquitoes? but you are a prospective doctor, yes you can not keep clean,” cerocos Freya while advancing her lips. The girl placed the back of her hand over her nostrils to ward off the strange smells that mingled overlapping in the room.
“Fatih sharpens his kiss smelling around. After being examined he rounded his eyes because it was true what Freya said, only this was not the smell of fogging smoke, he said, but the impact of spraying room fragrances excessively plus liquid to mop the floor that is always added disinfectant makes the aroma in the room blend out of harmony.
“Sit outside aja yuk, I can not stand the aroma, make my head dizzy.” Without waiting for approval, Freya immediately pulled Fatih's arm out with him. Fatih who was pulled by force by the girl he was expecting stepped back and followed Freya who was holding her arm. His intention to make Freya seem to fail already, the place where she should smell pleasant fragrant, even ended up contaminating the sense of smell of the heart she craved.
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Dara bowed deeply right after Wira finished the story about her past, rewinding her body until her back leaned against the back of the restaurant chair she was sitting on. The hero watched his wife's reaction after finishing her sentence earlier, not a word was thrown from the ripe lips, he said, only occasionally heard short breaths from the young woman who is now pregnant with her baby.
The long story goes that the hero has mixed the nelangsa that meets the chest. Feel penggilu create a heartbreak soul. Exactly as the assumption that always filled his head so far, it turns out that he was not wanted by the figure who gave birth to him, absolutely no meaning, at all, it is only considered as a thorn in the flesh that should be removed as far as possible.
Perhaps, if this truth were revealed earlier, Dara would definitely be devastated in the puddle. It's just that because the Hero has first grabbed it in a safe environment that protects it, the result of the devastating blow does not cause a severe hollow trace.
So, is he not experiencing that now? Of course there is still an impact even though it does not shake to the bottom because of the solid foundation that covers it. The reality of his past is similar to the big waves that hit the fragile beach lips, then again passed away to the open sea after being satisfied to destroy the porandakan leave a trail strewn.
However, the sturdy tendrils now support and surround it, the tendrils named love and also the pure affection that strengthens it, he said, plus the fruit of love that it contains adds to its strength to rise up and stand on its weak legs.
“From...”.
All the love that the Hero poured out for her was overcrowded filling every cavity in her veins, her pulse was melodious as she was grateful to have the man who was now sitting opposite her, looking at her attentively with real anxiety implied in her eyes, being treated so precious and desirable made her feel….
Complete.
“Honey, are you okay?” Wira returned to voice because Dara had not responded since. He was afraid that his wife was in shock after hearing his words.
“I'm not completely fine, but by having Mas by my side I'm sure now and then I'll always be fine,” he replied with a confident smile.
The handsome face of Wira was relieved again, after that only tension was drawn there. "As a husband I should always be by your side, you are my wife."
"But, if Mas allows it, I wonder where my father's grave is, may it?" dara Pinta.
"Of course, let's go where your father's last bed is. But, can we do it later after delivery? right now you and your content are top priority." There was a thick pleading tone from the speech of the Hero.
"Yes, I promise to practice my patience until the time comes."
"Regarding your mother's whereabouts, do you want to trace her as well?" ask the hero carefully.
"I guess not. I've known enough about him and I don't want more."