Before He Goes

Deal.

From Virginia Satir, a family therapist from America that hugs can keep a husband and wife from the brink of domestic destruction. Hold the pair a maximum of twenty times or more. And according to psychological studies, everyone needs four hugs a day to stay alive, eight times a day to be healthy, and twelve times to be young and happy.

As if the research above worked. When Rayna began to calm down the embrace that was created even though initially in the opposite very fierce like a she-wolf.

Rayna had not been getting a warm reception from the opposite sex after she divorced Dipta. The hug still feels the same, nothing different. Once a friend, it's just that Rayna just feel comfortable, has not hit because of love.

The two sat on a cold marble floor near the kitchen. It was created with all its might to calm Rayna whose sobs were beginning to subside.

"I'm still hurting like him, Mom! Can you not understand me?" her head fell on Dipta's neck, refusing to let her husband never see Nancy again.

Dipta nodded, according to. He rubbed Rayna's back. "Yes, honey. Yes ...."

"Dreams when you're with him, it's still tough----"

"Udah!" Dipta interrupts, putting one finger on Rayna's lips to stop talking.

"I'm sorry." let go of the kiss on Rayna's crown. "That's all out of my control. I didn't know that the tea water he was offering was able to provoke my passion when my faith was dying, Ay."

"Right, Mas, if, Nancy, who seduced you? Not because you're the ones who betrayed?" Rayna pulled her head from Dipta's chest, in order to be able to look at her husband's face.

"For God's sake, Ay. For my parents' sake. For My Children. And for my love for you ...." Created to grab Rayna's hand for a long time, the man closed, then cut clear water from the tail of the eye, showing that he was really honest and sincere in speaking.

"I was wrong for not being able to withstand the turmoil. The medicine is so powerful. Please forgive me, Ay. Forgive me who had no power to resist the temptations of Satan at that time. Please accept the new me," she kept forcing Rayna to believe.

"You really don't like him, do you?"

Dipta shook her head firmly. "Amit-amit, Ay. Amit-amit bandot branch." Dipta explained the matter to Rayna three years ago. But, Rayna who was mentally shaken at that time, as if she could not be given advice or speak from heart to heart. In addition, Papi and Mami are immediately disappointed, forcing them to divorce.

"But, I still find it hard to accept all that, Mas. Even in my heart, it has diminished your hatred. But, for Noora. I'm still hard. Noora is the real form of the seed that you planted in her womb. No matter how reasonable you are, it still hurts!"

"Yes, honey. I-i understand. I know, your heart must have hurt a lot. So give me a chance to treat it. Accept Noora, she doesn't know anything, Ay."

Rayna kept shaking her head, scrimping the cloth on the chest. "Difficult, Mom. It hard. I need some time."

Dipta tries to patiently face Rayna who seems still hard. Stretching her hands up to tidy up Rayna's hair that looks wet from sweat and messy because a few minutes ago thrashing like an infidelity person.

"Yes, I'll wait."

"Can't you just move her, Noora, to Mother's house until my heart gets used to you?"

Dipta who was happy because of the twinkle of the eyes of the wife, he seemed to find the light of a second chance to improve their relationship that had been difficult, immediately touched by the request.

"If you want us to be happy first. Please don't put me with him, will you, Mas?" Rayna is married to Dipta. Dara also looks happy with those who return. Then what is the reason Rayna refused this marriage so as not to continue? So he gave an offer, so that his heart can be maximal legowo.

Dipta swallows a mountain of saliva to the bottom of the stomach, his heart pounding incoherently when Noora had to be sacrificed. "Can I still nego?"

"No! I want only one now. Stay away from him, get him out of here. Ask your caring mother or Nancy, please. I have no obligation to take care of him, Mom. And I don't want to. Mostly out there, stepmothers are very easy to reconcile with their children. Especially with my condition? Clearly Noora is the result of your betrayal."

Created to massage the forehead, it becomes a dilemma in the middle of a difficult decision to choose.

"Where, Mas? Can you fulfill my wish?"

Silent again.

"Mas?!"

"Yes, okay, Ay. For a while, I'll move Noora home, Mother."

"Hem." Rayna smiled with satisfaction. Dipta returned a smile, even though at the end of his heart was hurt by Noora's sweet smile, the joy of the child he would not feel all the time.

In the silence of the night, after successfully cooperating together, the channels of love seemed to heat up in the chest of Dipta. The man vaguely began to caress Rayna's cheek, stared at the lamba, then held the tip of his chin, when he wanted to stick his face to reach Rayna's lips, the woman turned her face away.

"Don't you, Mas. I'm not ready."

"If you don't try, when are you ready?" back advancing the lips, trying to melumattt smooth, Dipta feels longed to want to break the fast.

"It still can't, later, aja, yes, wait for my feelings intact again," he said.

"Please dong, Mas."

"Yes, okay." Dipta hugged again, and Rayna tried to stay in that embrace where she was still uncomfortable.

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The morning that Dipta thought would be gray like the morning that had been during their marriage, now, turned bright. Sunlight seemed to welcome back the smile of a handsome man who last night managed to kiss his wife's lips when the woman fell asleep. Even able to fumble the twin mountains Rayna even if only briefly.

It feels for happiness it must be paid dearly with the tears of Noora as well as Dara.

"I don't want to be left behind, Adek! Don't want to, Dad!" Dara was still tightly hugging Noora who could only cry without whining to stay here. The cynical look that Rayna gave, was able to make the child realize that he was not worthy to live in this house with Dad, Dara and Rayna.

"Will be able to go home, Grandma, if you want to look, Adek," said Dipta who was still standing on the side of the car body, holding Noora. A small suitcase filled with Noora's clothes had already entered the trunk. It should have been twenty minutes ago, Dipta left for Mother's house to bring Noora. But, Dara's cries continued to block their steps.

Dara turned towards Rayna who was lying indifferently in the door frame. "It must be because, Mother!" while stomping his legs annoyed.

Rayna did not care, the woman chose to enter. Dara looked back at her father, cutting off Noora and Dipta's hand.

"Just be here, Dad. Kasian if Adek's alone in there. There is no us."

With clear water pooled, Dipta shook his head. It is also heavy leaving its youngest child, who has never fussed since birth. But, how else. Last night's deal with Rayna had to be made.

"Take a minute, kid. Follow the will, Mother. There were Grandma and Grandpa. Adek must be well taken care of."

"Anyway, no! Kasian, Grandpa!" Noora who was still gulping, began to subside.

The pretty dimpled child looked down at Dara. "Grandma at home, Grandma, do it, sister. Not wanting to be snooped. I'm scared."

"Ih, you!" Dara clucked in annoyance. "Just can't go, have to stay here!" Dara took Noora forcibly to be brought inside, precisely to their room.

"If Mom gets angry with you. Let the omelette brother come back!" Brother and sister who was wearing twin dress patterned with flowers finally entered again into the house after Dipta with breath scattered because he was afraid Rayna back cursing.

"Mas!" Rayna slipped as Dara passed by her sitting on the couch enjoying the cake, bringing again Noora, to Dipta who finally sat in front of Rayna with a clear face. "Let's let Noora stay here, Ay. Dara needs her sister."

Rayna closed the magazine annoyed, then got up to stand up to take a long step, wanting to pull Noora away from this house. However, before that happened, Rayna quickly turned her head when suddenly Dipta grimaced in pain, holding onto the stomach.

"Ay, help!"

"What's wrong with you, Mom?" ask Rayna to panic. The woman approached her husband.

"My stomach hurts, please take me to the room." the pain goes back in circles like a whirlwind in Dipta's stomach. Suddenly the acral becomes cold and the body shrinks weakly. Rayna until grimaced heavily while embracing Dipta to bring the burly body to the room.

"To the Hospital, yuk, Mas. Let it be checked, Doctor."

Dipta. "Just maag."

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Because of the conditions of the Creator who is concerned, making Rayna so forget about her desire for Noora to leave now from this house. Rayna repeatedly compresses the part of the stomach that was complained about.

"In the compress continue like this, yes, it will not heal, Mas! I'll call the doctor to come here."

Dipta. "So I took medicine. It's mendingan. Just if compressed with warm water gini, better."

"What drugs do you drink? How much?" his lick while squeezing a towel cloth from the warm water soaking for him to throw in the stomach of Dipta back.

"Maag, baby," replied the Creator lying. When Rayna wanted to answer, Dara's shout from the next room made Rayna and Dipta look at each other in shock. Dipta did not think of his stomach pain, he and Rayna immediately jumped out of bed.

"What---?" rayna's eyes glared. Even the Creata whose body seemed to die suddenly, when their steps just arrived framed the door of the room.

"Astaghfirullah!" Dipta calls great.

"Please Adek, Dad! This adek because it wants to help me," said Dara gulped on the floor, already holding Noora's head on both thighs that dripped a lot of blood.

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