DEW PURITY

Warm Deck

Nearly a week Dew was hospitalized. Her condition began to improve, while her baby was still under observation. Her son's weight is ideal, it's just that the gestational age is less. Make doctor Fitri decided to observe longer. There are no complications for the baby.

The dust is starting to sit in the hospital. His body was still very weak, but the Dew felt better. Abra had persuaded Dewun to remain patient and follow the direction of doctor Fitri. But the stubbornness of Dewun is not easily defeated. He will be firm with his words. Especially if it has something to do with it. So Abra finally relented, he asked the doctor Fitri to allow Dew to go home today. The baby will remain in the hospital. At least until all laboratory results improve.

"Sister Abra, how is our son?" said Dewun, Abra approached the Dew. He stopped his work. It just so happened that Abra was putting in an item to take home.

"I just saw him. She's very healthy, but Mama Fitri hasn't let her go home yet. I entered the NICU with his help. Maybe tomorrow he'll be in our midst!" abra said, Dew nodded slowly. Then there was a sigh of Dew, Abra felt that something was wrong.

Dew came down from his bed, Dew sat on the long sofa that was in his room. Abra was getting more agitated at the Dew that looked anxious about something. Abra immediately approached Dewun, Abra sat crouching in front of Dewun. Intentionally Abra did not sit next to Dewun. Abra felt that the Dew needed more support, not support.

"Darling, what's bothering you?" abra said, right in front of the Dewun. Abra clasped Dew's hand tightly, as if to give Dew the much-needed support Dew needed at this time.

The dew clasped tightly onto Abra's hand. There was clearly a sense of unease in his heart. Dews looking for calmness in agitation for no reason. Dew really can't believe everything that's happened. It turned out that everything was not easy for him. Dews feel fragile and are helpless with pain. A feeling he desperately wanted to forget.

"Darling!" abra said, Dewun was silent. His hands began to feel cold, Abra increasingly tightly grasping the hand of Dewun. Abra is increasingly convinced that someone is disturbing the mind of Dewun.

"You're still disappointed by papa's wedding?" said Abra ventured, Dewun looked up to look closely at Abra. At once Abra felt confident in his words. No need for an answer from the lips. Two of the Dew's eyes answered a question Abra never really wanted to say.

"What's the reason for your disappointment? Papa is happy with Mama Fitri. You also see how happy papa Arya is. Mama Fitri Sholeha woman, she also loves you sincerely. It's not fair, if you're disappointed with their relationship!" abra said, Dew nodded slowly.

"Sister Abra, my disappointment is not anger. I just feel jealous when there's someone who can replace Almaira's mama. I'm not disappointed to hate Mama Fitri. It is not easy for a daughter who has only known her real father after twenty years. Accepting a second marriage and admitting a woman to be a mother. No matter how good the mother is, a princess will still be disappointed and feel that the mother does not deserve to be replaced!"

"But baby!"

"Sister Abra, I will not hinder the happiness of Papa Arya. I just need time to accept all this. I'm not angry, it's just that this is all too sudden. Heard her calling him so warmly. The more I feel, mama Almaira has been replaced. Is it wrong for me to be jealous of all this?" said Dewun, Abra shook her head slowly.

Abra patted the Dew hand slowly. Gave encouragement to his beloved wife. A drop of Dew tears dripped. Obviously the Dew felt a huge disappointment. Abra tries to understand the feeling of Dewun. The feeling she once felt, when Indira became a mother. Abra must fight against her loneliness. Abra stayed away from the rest of her family. For the sake of staying away and rejecting Indira's affection. Abra wiped the Dew tears, then danced Dew's hand. Abra kissed the hand gently.

"Darling, spill your disappointment on me. I'll keep you company, we'll get through all this while holding hands. One more thing you should know, no matter how warm I call Mama Fitri. I kept the name of Almaira's mother deep in my heart. For she is the great woman who gave you for me. She was the mother who gave birth to my mother with great love. There will be no mother who can replace her in my heart. Mama Almaira is still the best, she taught me one thing. My mother was born with such great love and will grow up with memories that once existed!"

"No dear, you are not wrong. Your feelings are right, I believe time will heal your wounds. Mama Fitri never wanted to replace Mama Almaira. She's the woman who has given up her life and devoted the rest of her life to looking after papa Arya. I believe, my Dew won't be that bad. He will open his heart to all who love him sincerely!" abra said, Dew nodded slowly.

"I'll try to accept Mama Fitri. Papa Arya is happy and I have to be happy for papa's sake!"

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"Assaalammualaikum!" greet Fitri friendly. Abra and Dew looked at him at the same time. They saw Fitri come in with some medicine. Looks like it's a cure for Dew during outpatient.

"Goodjob!" sahut Abra and Dew unison.

"Grow, can I talk!"

"Please!" sahut Dewun, Abra stood up and opted out. Abra felt Dewun and Fitri needed time to talk to each other.

"I want to apologize before, if my presence disturbs your peace of mind. But believe me, there was never any need for me to be a barrier between you and Arya's sister. Our marriage happened so suddenly, there was no love at the beginning of our marriage. But the more I get to know Arya, the more comfortable my heart is. As a woman who knows no love. I feel lucky to be a wife, a man who values a woman so much. Maybe I'm selfish, forcing me to remain Aryan's wife. I even asked Arya to cover the status between us!"

"Why did Mama Fitri do that?"

"I don't want to see Arya grieve and have to choose between us!" said Fitri, Dew lowered his head feeling guilty.

"Grab, I won't force you to accept me now. We have plenty of time to get to know each other. Let everything go as it is? Call me Aunt Fitri, if calling me mama is too hard for you!"

"You're so sincere, sorry if there's any jealousy in my heart. Maybe I'm jealous, when there's a better woman in place of mama Almaira!"

"I understand that and I also believe that, one day we can have a better relationship!" said Fitri warmly, Dew nodded slowly. The dew immediately hugged Fitri warmly. Fitri clutches her hand in the Dewun, the daughter who has been shaking her heart since she first met.

"Warm, this is the warm embrace of a mother I've always missed!" the Inner Dew Pilu.