Before He Goes

Don't misunderstand.

"Aren't you tired?" Created while teasing, grinning the horse towards Rayna who chose to turn her face in the opposite direction from the bed. "Come, sleep. It's two o'clock," said Dipta whose eyeballs already felt like docked.

"I want you to come home, Mom!"

Dipta shook her head, putting her head back in one pillow with Dara. Hugging princess. "That's a great hug with the child," she wrote.

Rayna snorted lazily while yawning long. He was also sleepy and many times found Dipta wanted to knit dreams. But, Rayna's ego seems to widen incessantly. It is jealous if Dipta is more good at taking Dara's heart.

Rayna continued to force the Creator to come home immediately and let him embrace Dara.

"Not to face it. If you want to hug Dara. Let's get up here." Created to laugh again, the more the embrace tightened, pressing Dara into her athletic chest. Chest field that never escaped Rayna hug before her mentally disturbed will lose Elea. Their divorce matters.

"I'm sorry."

Dipta blinked, raised his head again, highlighting Rayna who was still sitting firmly on the sofa with room lights that were still shining brightly.

"Why?"

"I shouldn't have allowed Dara to stay at your house."

"Lho, why? Dara is also my daughter. Can you conceive her without my efforts? We can be enemies, we can be other people. But, for the sake of the child's business. You can't be a vigilante. I have a hand too. You should thank me, Ay. When you are blooming with another man. There I am who knows the state of our son's illness. Try it if you don't-"

"Yes, thank you." holding hands, Rayna interrupted in an involuntary tone.

The creator kept smiling. "Return." as long as they're married if they're in a little debate. The Creator will not respond too much. The man will be excited, as much as possible take the heart of Rayna so as not to long sulk.

"Go home, Mas. Tomorrow you can come here again." just wanted to close your eyes, Dipta raised his head again.

"Would you like to go home?" ignorant smile.

"YOU!" Rayna jerked again. The veins around the surface of the temple look poking. Dipta finally got up from the bed and sat down cross-legged, staring at Rayna.

"You're changing too much, Ay. Your hatred for me hogs logic too much. Our son is sick again. Now you are resting, can you not use a little reason? It's not good for her mind to keep seeing us fight. Dara wants to take care of both of us. Give a sense of compact even if only in front of him."

"I know too, Mom. I have a brain and a mind. I also can't possibly want to break my son's break with this kind of debate. But, you try dong to give up. We're not mahrams, Mom. I'm looking after the two of you!"

"We're not mahram, Ay. And I get it. I know the limits. You don't have to be afraid. You don't have to teach me. I don't know you either. I'm here pure only to, Dara, my son," Dipta replied firmly. "For tonight I'm staying, it's already dawn" he said again to settle the debate.

Rayna lazily replied, with her galloping chest still shrouded in annoyance, she was only able to throw a slow breath.

"You wanna sleep here? Or on the couch?" The Creator returns to ask. A few minutes waiting for an answer, feeling unloved, Dipta returned to melt down, hugging Dara. Bodo thought so much.

There's nothing Rayna can do but accept that they're rooming tonight to accompany Dara. His promise to Adjie was not adrift. What do you want in the word? The situation is more in favor of the Creator.

Rayna turned to look at Dipta and Dara on the bed that threw each other a subtle snore. A scene he had longed for in the early days of their divorce.

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Because it was just sleeping before morning, the former couple so passed the dawn time to pray and teach. Rayna finally fell asleep on the couch. And Dipta stays with Dara in the patient's bed.

At seven in the morning, the clattering of the Nurse's shoes that several times came to check the infusion or inject anti-pain medicine into the blood vessels Dara did not make them wake up. With Dara. The father's very warm embrace made him a friend and continued to want to hold the man for long. He woke up, but pretended he still wanted to fall asleep. This boy was smiling to himself, so happy. Because in this room, he gathered with his parents. Really misses that feel healed.

While stroking Pradipta's cheeks, Dara hurriedly closed her eyes as she felt Rayna move up from the sofa.

"Subhanallah, seven o'clock!" jerks when the eyeballs look at the clock on the wall. Drowsiness forced. My eyes look fresh. And the mouth gaped again when a thin sweater hugged his chest. Reflexes, the sweater Rayna slammed onto the floor while a lizard that hung on her chest made her feel disgusted.

"Hhh ..." breathed out from the nose with a strong hunting snort. He memorized a plain black sweater that somehow since when attached to his body is owned by Dipta.

"What the hell does that mean?!" glancing sharply, looking towards the Creator who actually does not know knowing.

"Sok-so wants my attention! It won't work, yes, Mom!" keep clucking. Early in the morning he was upset. Choosing to stand up from the sofa immediately picked up the sweater he had thrown. When he wanted to throw the sweater into the body of Dipta with a groan, he suddenly pensive. As if the goddess was within, preventing.

Rayna took a deep breath into the chest as soon as she let out to relieve it. "For Dara's sake, I need to calm down. Now I'm looking at his father. Dara must have kicked me out of here again. And the more unwilling to touch." trying to reduce anger for the sake of the child alone puppet who is struggling with disease.

Rayna stepped slowly, approaching the bed. He first approached Dara's body which still felt warm, bent the body to kiss the cheek of the child.

"Get healthy again, yeah, kid." Dara, whose acting is great, is able to pretend to sleep even though her heart is swaying violently because she knows her mother is very angry when she finds out that Dad's sweater landed on her body.

Rayna re-energized the body after being satisfied to give a lot of kisses on the cheeks, forehead, eyes and lips Dara. Then turned to look at the still slumbering Dipta.

When Rayna wants to put the sweater on the back of the chair. Hands with hearts that betray. He even wanted to put the sweater on the body of Dipta where the two hands of the man were crossed on the chest like cold.

Dara, who was trying to squint the petals, was able to see what her mother was going to do. Chuckle in my heart, feel happy. Not in vain he took pains to get off the bed just want to just install a sweater owned by Dipta to land on the body of the Mother.

"Rayna ..." Both the caller and the caller were jolted. Rayna immediately pulled the hand when the sweater had moved on the body of Dipta. The heart goes along with the tongue that feels difficult to move to respond to the cry.

"Mas ... Mom ... Papi." Three pairs of eyes stared at him full of demands. Especially Adjie who looks disappointed. Also, Rayna's parents who have arrived in Jakarta since dawn and immediately picked Adjie up at the airport.

Rayna hurriedly turned the steps, approaching her future husband and both her parents.

"You lied to me?" Adjie couldn't bear to forget the feeling. Also with Rayna's attention to Dipta's sweater thing.

"Don't get me wrong, Mom. I can clear it."

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