Bride Choice

Longing for the Beloved

"I'm sure they did it because they loved each other. There's a good reason why Juna didn't fight for Naya."

"Hem."

"Mas, why? never mind, don't think about it too much. Naya and Arga are getting married. It's better because we all know, Naya and the baby will be fine."

"You know, Lidya. Arga loved Naya. He was willing to do anything for his sister. The night we met Naya, who first heard the baby crying was Arga.

He insisted that he was suffering from the sound of a baby. And we heard nothing. She even got the wrath of a mother who thought that Arga was hallucinating because she had not been sincere about the departure of our daughter, our real baby sister."

"Well, then. We can tell that Arga will take good care of Naya and the baby."

"It's not that easy, Lidya. Can you imagine if it turns out that Egi, your brother is not a sibling. You lived together as little brothers, and then suddenly you got married. You can feel how Naya and Arga feel?"

"That's gonna be really hard. Then what can we do to prevent mami's wishes?"

"none. Arga prefers to marry Naya rather than see her sister living in the streets. She is pregnant at the moment. Lidya, as the firstborn, I feel useless at the moment. My sisters are in trouble but I can only keep quiet. Tida did nothing to protect them."

Lidya could only stare at her husband with great sadness. There's not much they can do right now. In reality, Arga and Naya must get married.

Naya could only curl up like a kitten who lost its mother when the rain came. Crying about everything that happened to her. The regret that was so overwhelming was drawing right at his heart. He ruined his life and the lives of those he loved.

"Dad! Brother's in, yeah."

Naya doesn't care about Arga knocking on her bedroom door. He even becomes reluctant to meet with Arga. There had not been a marriage, but he was already very uncomfortable just by imagining it.

His longing for Juna adds a sense of poignancy in Naya. He missed Juna who had always been his strength all this time. Guarding and protecting himself from all the feelings that hurt Naya. The figure that should be there to save him this time. But ... Juna had never contacted her since they last met.

Nayanika always thought that something had happened to Juna. He didn't even blame Juna for disappearing just like that. However, for this time, he really felt desperate and wished for Juna to come pick him up.

"Sir. Brother in, can you?"

Realizing that he did not answer Arga, Naya got up and opened the room key.

"Well, can you take me somewhere?"

"It's late, Naya. Tomorrow it's just."

"No. I want to go right now. Justjust please. There's something important I have to do."

"alright. Put on warm clothes first. Night wind is not good for pregnant women."

Naya immediately ran to her room to pick up a sweater.

Arga is still confused about the direction they are heading tonight. He always looked over and saw the look on Naya's worried face. The pregnant woman's hand squeezes her own fingers. His head looked forward as if he was asking 'why not go.'

Arga's face was as shocked as Naya's when she first saw the place. A hospital with special needs. Treating the wounded souls.

Without saying much, Arga followed Naya's steps so quickly, barely running. Then she remembered that there was a life in her womb. He slowed his steps back. I don't want anything to happen to the baby.

The woman was sitting on the bed combing her hair with her fingers. Wearing nightwear made of T-shirts with green flowers.

The movement of the hand came to a halt as soon as it realized something was coming. He glanced at Naya and Arga who were in the doorway. His eyes alternately looked at Naya and her brother.

"It's okay, Mom. He's my brother. He's a doctor. I can trust him."

Naya's hope that Juna's mother behaved like that time, was gone. Juna's mother behaved like a person with a real mental disorder. Lucky Naya understood.

"Bus ... Has Juna been here lately?" naya asked as she sat beside the woman.

"I want to marry another man, ma'am."

Juna's mother was silent.

"Grandma didn't approve of our marriage because I'm not my parents' real child right now. I was just a lucky baby to be saved. Grandma made it an excuse to make us part."

"Go out first, Dek." Arga probably understood their conversation and decided to leave.

"Son, this room is being watched. Listen without excessive expression. Keep talking like you're the only one interacting alone."

Naya was surprised, her eyes opened slightly then immediately she acted as Mother Juna had asked.

"Juna never came here after you were here. Life's capped. Even when he had to breathe and when he did not breathe was arranged in such a way. I'm sorry if he hurt you. Believe that! you are the only one in his heart, at any moment. That's Juna."

"I know, Mother. If he comes here somehow at any time, please tell him about this kid. I just want her to know that there is a seed of love that we are forging. I will take good care of and take good care of our children. Please ... Tell Juna that I love him anytime."

"Go away. It's not good to be here too long. Don't let anyone know that the child is Juna's. Let it be a secret. For the safety of your son, too. Go."

Nayanika cried with a tight grip on the body of Mother Juna. "If we could come together as a family. I'll be so happy to take care of you, Mom. Good bye."

Nayanika's tears are still not dry even though she is now back home. His troubled mind made him unaware of the existence of Juna who was waiting. He leaned his body on the black car he was carrying.

"Deck ...."

"Hm."

"Look .. there's someone waiting."

"Who?" asked Naya without turning her eyes to the direction that Arga was referring to.

"The father of the fetus you carry."

Nayanika immediately turned her head when she heard Arga's words. With a quick movement, Naya got out of the car. He ran over to Juna and directly splashed into the arms of the man he had longed for so long.

Juna clenched tightly, even very tightly like he did not want to let go again. While Naya can only cry as much as she wants in the arms of her lover.