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The Immaculate Love 84

Sherin who was still sitting leaning on the headboard lazily, so gasped to see Alarik enter the room while carrying a glass of milk that was occasionally still stirred with a spoon. “Mas, want to drink milk?”

Alarik shook his head, he put the milk on the nightstand, next to Sherin. “This is for you. I got the prescription from the doctor yesterday, that this milk is good for consumption by a young pregnant person,” he said while sitting next to Sherin who is selonjor.

“Wah! For me? Thanks yes, Mas.” Sherin immediately grabbed the glass and drank it until half was left. “I actually don't like to drink milk, but how does this milk taste better huh, Mas? Is it because you made it?” cananda Sherin's.

Alarik smiled as he rubbed his wife's head. However, there was no word he said, because Sherin immediately continued the activity of drinking milk until the toilet one glass. “Thank you yes, Mas,” said Sherin again.

“No need to thank, I will make milk like this for you every day. Remind me if I forget,” Alarik's determination while rubbing his wife's stomach is still flat.

“Iya, I'll remind you. But I don't mean thanks for that.”

“Then for what?” ask Alarik wonder.

“For your smile. Finally I can see you smile, that makes me feel so happy,” Sherin said with sparkling eyes.

Alarik fell silent, he just stared deeply at Sherin. “So far I've been so evil huh?” lontar Alarik, who he really doesn't need an answer.

“Bad boy, Mas. Ehh yes according to others, but not in my opinion.”

“I'm sorry, my wife.” Alarik grabs Sherin's body and carries her in his arms. The young pregnant woman became fixated in silence, but felt in her soul there were flowers flying. Decorated butterfly of various colors as well.

Sherin becomes dissolved in the euphoria of happiness. However, it feels like there is still something stuck, which thrashed demanding an explanation. The woman broke down her embrace, and looked at her husband with a deep look.

“What is all this, because of this boy?” Sherin rubbed her stomach. “What is this for him?” ask again.

“For you first, and for him too,” stressed Alarik.

“Ah, i.” Sherin doesn't seem to know what to say.

“Do not believe it before you see the evidence,” Alarik said immediately. He knew it was not easy for his wife to trust him immediately. And Alarik also did not want to arouse Sherin's trust with many words, or a series of words. He is determined to prove it. Hopefully the wife can give time for him, Alarik hopes in the chest.

Sherin nodded, and let her body back in the arms of Alarik who re-embraced her. For a moment they let a sense of rowing in an ocean of beauty, with a small boat off the board, over the ripples of waves and gusts of gentle winds. We both hope that the journey with a simple boat is smooth and safe, without any interference that will separate. Even if then there will be a big wave or storm coming. It is part of the phase of household life that must be faced and run.

As long as the hands are still clasped. As long as the same intention becomes a foothold, and while the heart rate is in one beat, whatever trials come, it will be missed.

“Mas already called Rafa?” asked Sherin a moment later.

“Ya, already. He is currently doing his activities in Jakarta.”

That night, Rafardhan said he would return to Jakarta. Alarik had tried to prevent it, but his son's decision was irrefutable.

It was not until an hour since Quinsha's departure from the hospital that Rafardhan also left to continue the delayed journey. No words were spoken from him on Alarik's question of Quinsha. The handsome young man only apologized to his father and Sherin before leaving the hospital that night as well.

“you've called Quinsha?” Turn back to asking.

“I'll call him, Mas.”

“Yes, ask how is it going. I went to the factory first yes.” After kissing his wife's forehead, Alarik immediately came out of the room.

Quinsha was not contacted. But Sherin understands, maybe the girl is currently at the Foundation and is teaching. An hour later, Quinsha came to visit. Sherin immediately greeted him with a hug.

“I'm sorry ..” both say the same sentence simultaneously. They were both shocked and ended up laughing together.

“You first, Sha,” said Sherin.

“Gak, ah. You go first,” reject Quinsha.

“Ok. I want to apologize to you, Sha, for all this. You must be a victim and ..”

“Rin, we don't have to discuss this yes.” Quinsha quickly cut Sherin's speech. He can guess where his best friend's conversation is going.

“you're so mad ya, Sha?”

“I don't know what to say.” Quinsha let out her breath slowly.

“Sha, I'm sorry on behalf of myself. I don't represent anyone. My heart only felt called, because he was my husband's son. And, I know what the reason for his actions is for you.” Sherin looks at Quinsha fixedly, hoping that her best friend will understand. And as she saw Quinsha remain silent, Sherin continued.

“I'm angry too, Sha. Because I was actually the target. It's just that I learned to understand his position, and what he felt, when getting information that contradicted reality.”

Sherin got up from her seat, and moved to sit beside Quinsha. “I won't talk about this again, if you don't like it. I just feel obliged to convey the truth, so that you do not misunderstand, like Rafardhan has been misunderstood about his father. It's up to you, Sha. Whatever you do, I get it,” breaks up Sherin.

“Sherin, yesterday your husband met me at the foundation,” Quinsha said.

“What?” Sherin looks surprised, because Alarik never told her about this at all.

“Your husband explained everything. What makes Rafardhan so vengeful. And I, trying to understand everything, Rin. But, anger, resentment over all Rafardhan's actions so far, I can't necessarily get rid of. Therefore I ask that we do not have to discuss this again now,” explained Quinsha.

“All right, all right, I'm sorry yes, Sha.” Sherin immediately embraced Quinsha who nodded with a smile.

“Dia, how are you?” ask Quinsha later.

“Dia? She who? Rafa?” ask Sherin not to understand.

Quinsha clucked while holding back a laugh. “He who is in your stomach,” he said.

“Oh this.” Sherin immediately rubbed her stomach with a face. “She started fussing early in the morning. Refusing almost everything I ate,” complained Sherin but a happy hue was precisely drawn on her face as she said.

“Hei nephew candidate.” Quinsha also rubbed Sherin's flat stomach. “Do not fuss yes, later not loved the same ounty,” he continued which ended with amused laughter. And furthermore, the atmosphere of tension that had occurred, was transformed into warmth and joy again.