
Santi's mother was already in the courtroom and began to follow the trial, sitting down with the families of the other prisoners.
One by one, the men entered the courtroom, called according to their names and the cases that ensnared them. Those who are called sit in front of the judges who will decide their time in custody.
The name of the Cloud was called along with his two colleagues, who were also entangled with the same case. The three of them sat in front of the judges and prosecutors. As the presiding judge read out and decided on the outcome of her verdict, Santi's mother felt her heart pounding very quickly. Waiting for the results to be read.
Awan was sentenced to six years in prison for the case that ensnared him, which earlier in his initial trial he was sentenced to eight years in prison.
Santi's mother cried to hear the verdict that had been officially given to her son. The clouds look strong and sincere. He doesn't know if his mom is in the same room with him.
As she was about to walk out of the courtroom, Santi's mother approached her son. The clouds were surprised, seeing his mother calling his name.
"Mamah ..." he said.
"Yes, Son. Mamah followed your trial. You must be strong and patient, serve your prison term." said Santi's mother.
"Yes, Mah. Thank you for attending my trial. But, how do you know if today is my trial day?" ask Cloud.
"Sorry, Sir. I could ask my son for a minute. I want to talk to him." Santi's mother told the police escorting Satria.
"Mom can talk to him in the visiting room over there. I'll drop you off." said the policeman.
Santi's mother also walked following the steps of the police while holding the hand of Awan.
"Mamah came here alone, when mamah arrived at the guard said that you will conduct the final trial. And mama begged to be able to follow your trial." Santi's mother answered the question Awan had been delayed earlier while walking.
Until they arrived in a room that had many other families who also gave up longing with their families who were also prisoners.
"Your time is not much. Use it as best you can." said the policeman.
And answered with a nod of the head by Mother Santi and also Awan.
"Aren't you sick anymore? Why would you want to go here yourself?" ask Cloud.
"Mamah misses you and mamah also wants to tell you, if your child is born." replied Santi's mother while looking at a photo of Al on the Cloud.
"I'm sorry Cloud, Mah. Clouds that have made mamah sick and have also polluted the good name of the Sanjaya family with bad behavior These clouds" said Clouds who could not hold back her tears again. What's more, after seeing Al's face at once his heart really regretted what he did to Raina.
"Let it pass, now you must earnestly repair yourself here. I am sure you will change after this. There's something you want to ask me." said Santi's mother.
"What do you want to ask?" ask Cloud.
"Do you still love Raina?" Mother Santi's question made Awan surprised, he did not expect that his mother would ask about his feelings.
"Ehm, Clouds has been so guilty of her, Mah. The clouds did not dare to keep that feeling to her anymore. Clouds sense, Mas Satria is more worthy to make him happy." replied Awan.
"Huuft ... don't you want to fight her back?" ask Santi's mother while blowing her breath. He felt that the Clouds were too weak by giving up.
"I mean mama, what? Didn't Mas Satria legally marry Raina? Why do you want the Awan to fight for it again?" The cloud asked his mother a question, her mother's question that managed to make him confused.
"They were legally married, but not by religion. Now Raina has given birth and Satria wants to continue her remarriage with Raina, by repeating their marriage contract a month after Raina's puerperium ends." replied Santi's mother.
The clouds were stunned to hear his mama's explanation. Indeed she still harbors a taste for Raina, but she also does not want to ruin the happiness of her brother and Raina.
"Yes, just let Satria go back to continuing her marriage, Mah. The clouds are still here for a long time, gradually Raina must love Satria. The clouds are sincere and the clouds do not want to ruin their happiness. Children's business, let time will answer later." said Awan firmly, who felt what he had done was wrong.
"But mama is not willing. Mamah is not willing to see you imprisoned here, feel the rigors of punishment here. Meanwhile, they are happy in your suffering. If that's what you want, mamah will not let a single child mamah along with the woman" said Ms Santi whose heart has been blinded by her high ego.
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Until he arrived, he was at Raina's house. Which happened to be when Ms. Riska and Raina had already entered the car and were about to take Al check into the hospital.
Satria quickly parked her motorcycle in the yard of Raina's house.
"Mom, let me drive the car" Satria told Riska's mother.
"Oh, then you'll go." reply Ms. Riska and get out of her car.
Satria nodded her head and got into the car.
"Be careful, you" said Ms. Riska.
Satria started driving and the car started to leave Raina's house.
Twenty minutes travel time until arriving at a public hospital in the city. The two of them headed straight to the boy poly whom they had previously registered Al's name first. Because there were not many in line, so they could get into the doctor's room quickly.
Raina and Satria were sitting in front of the doctor.
"What's the complaint, ma'am?" ask the doctor.
"My son's fussy from last night, Doc. He also does not want to suckle and is always crying and restless" replied Raina.
"OKs. All right, let's check it out, shall we? Please, the child is laid on the bed." said the doctor.
Raina also laid on the bed. The doctor began to examine Al. Starting from Al's stomach which is likely bloated, it turns out not and Riska's mother's guess is wrong. Then, the doctor began to examine the inside of Al's mouth and immediately Al cried when his mouth was examined.
"Little one more thrush, ma'am. That's why he won't suckle." said the doctor.
Raina again held Al who was still crying and tried to calm her down.
"Cariawan? Babies can get thrush too, Doc?" ask Satria.
"Yes, of course you can, sir. The thrush is characterized by the presence of white patches that look rough on the tongue or mouth of the baby, it can even make it bleed, which makes it fussy because he is enduring the pain. This thrush is caused by exposure to candida bacteria, in ***** mother's breast." replied the Doctor.
"Fruit chest? Why is that, Doc?" Now it's Raina's turn to ask because this concerns her limbs that are the main problem.
"Candida bacteria is a kind of fungus that attaches to ******the mother's breast. This bacterium itself grows because of ****** mother who is abrasive because at the beginning of breastfeeding, the baby will be longer breastfeeding and the tongue of the still abusive baby can make ****** the mother is scuffed or even injured and that is what makes the fungus grow around******* the breast of the mother. So, I recommend that if you want to breastfeed the baby, milk that starts to freeze is discarded first and ****** breast is washed first, so that the child is not exposed to the bacteria." replied the Doctor.
Raina nodded her head that she understood the doctor's explanation. Meanwhile, Satria who heard the doctor's explanation when she heard the name of the limb of the woman mentioned, Satria felt amused in her ears.
Before they came out of the room, the doctor had prescribed the medicine they had to clear.
Satria and Raina wait in front of the pharmacy to make up for the drugs prescribed by the doctor.
From a different direction, Erlina just came out of her practice room and saw Satria and Raina who were holding Al and sitting on the bench.
"Is that the woman who has shifted myself in your heart? It's worth it, you want to get married and take responsibility for what you didn't do, it turns out she's a younger girl who's prettier than me." Erlina said.
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