Duren Palm

Happy ending, happy reading.

Problems are one of God's ways that we can see the hidden, know what is covered, choose what we want to avoid. Because from the problem, we learn what is the meaning of patience, trust and what is effort.

Never blame love, let alone the one that leads to the black valley. Love is actually holy. However, our way of thinking is shallow until finally love turns into contempt.

So does the household. Starting from love, love and affection, until finally two people decided to tread a path full of flowers. But remember my friend, every road must have pebbles. Which has changed into a sense of jealousy, suspicion and emotion. All hand in hand. Shoulders make you mature in the face of how hard the world will never soften on you.

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The birth of the baby is just waiting for the day. However, due to many considerations and Rianti's physical condition is not possible, making both of them follow the advice of doctors to give birth with cesarean section.

"Mas, can I have it?" said Rianti who was lying spoiled on Ardi's left arm. Inhaling the mint scent of the husband's body. A mandatory ritual before heading to dreamland.

Ardi who was reading immediately kept the book he held on the nightstand. Tilting the body, hugging the wife's body that is getting more and more rounded.

"What?" ask him back while tightening the decapan.

Rianti looked up, staring fixedly at her husband's handsome face.

"When did you start loving me? Didn't Mas used to love Stella so much" he asked curiously.

Ardi's expression changed to awkward mode. Scratching his suddenly itchy temples.

Wah ... The topic of conversation is very heavy.

Ardi sat in with a feeling of anxiety. As if faced with the fruit simalakama. Eaten dead mother. Not eaten dead dad. Ardi smiled wryly, looking at Rianti who was looking at him seriously.

"Why talk about it anyway, Yang," he said mediating questions that will inevitably lead to arguments. He knew that his past mistakes could not be easily forgotten. However, he had done his best to move forward, leaving behind a dark past.

"Neither .. strange. You who failed to move on from Stella all of a sudden can accept me. What's interesting about me?"

Ardi choked, again faced with a trapping question. Honestly, wrong. Lying is more wrong. Ardi twisted his brain, trying to escape the question that could lead to war.

"This world there are many underlying the creation of love. Love because of first sight, love because of lust, love because of prank, love that starts from friendship and much more. However, in our case it seems our love is present because it is accustomed. Mas who used to see you, slowly can be comfortable until finally forgetting the past. And it seems, Mas has also been hypnotized by your charm," explained Ardi at length while trying to soften Rianti's nose.

Hearing Ardi's logical words made him a little disappointed. He let go of the hug and slowly changed position, becoming seated.

"You answer that, why not say I'm beautiful, charming or so on" Rianti explained. His lips pursed marked with a good mood had vanished like dust carried by the wind. Rianti looked down worriedly, squeezing the strong blanket that covered the stomach. According to a sense of annoyance because the husband's answer did not match expectations.

While Ardi who heard his wife was grumbling so well-mannered just a smile, he justified the position. He sat down and hugged his wife from behind. He gently rubbed Rianti's stomach and felt a small movement from within.

"Honey, beauty is relative. The power of love because it is so physical is so weak. We will one day age. Beauty or good looks will definitely fade in eating age," explained Ardi.

"In contrast, love because it is a rare feeling of comfort in someone. Until whenever it will stay that way. It won't be time consuming" he said again.

Rianti glanced, a little understanding of what her husband said. It makes sense too ....

"But even so, Mas will continue to love you until anytime. Let's live happily without bringing up the past. Can you?" tanya Ardi while tightening the embrace. Rianti nodded slowly. Hearing Ardi's explanation made a warm feeling creep in his heart. I love you more, Mom. Engraved a smile on her soft lips.

Suddenly the warm feeling changed drastically. Rianti's stomach was piercing, as if there was a wind twitching in it. Pain and tenderness as if many nails were stuck in his spine. He held a hardened stomach. Along with that came a cold sweat that poured down.

"Ashhh ...."

Rianti groaned while upholding the body.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" ardi asked in astonishment after knowing his wife's body language had changed sharply.

"Mas, my stomach hurts a lot .." - Shouted Rianti with eyes closed, against the terrible pain in his stomach.

"Mas, it looks like I have to go to the toilet" Rianti said again as she grabbed her husband's arm that was still behind. He was wearing a blanket that covered half his body. But disbelief made him gasp, his eyes perfectly round.

"Yes, you're bleeding!" Ardi's call made him realize.

"Argh .. yes, Mas. Looks like I'll give birth now .." Rianti stammered. She's shocked.

****

Ardi waited in the hospital chair with raging feelings. Looking at his wife who was so in pain made a calmness as if evaporating into the air. His face pias, like it's got no blood flow. He sat, stood, sat again and stood again. Pacing back and forth in front of the operating room with an unrelenting heart praying for the safety of the future baby and his wife.

"Ardi, how's Riri doing?" ask Mahendra who just arrived. He gasped for a bit because he was walking half-run.

"Still in the dalem, Dad," answered Ardi who was clearly restless and agitated.

"Why can it now? Wouldn't a cesarean be done in three days?" mahendra asked with a frowning fused with wrinkles on his old face.

Suddenly someone came out of the room.

"Mrs Rianti!" a woman in white clothes.

"Yes, I'm the guardian, Doc." With wide steps Ardi approached the figure of a woman he knew by the name of Melati.

"Alhamdulillah, the operation went well. Your wife and son are healthy, Ardi. Baby girl with a length of 50 cm and a weight of 3 kilograms," said Melati, smiling sincerely.

A feeling of relief instantly crept in Ardi's heart. Making him repeatedly thank God for the blessings that God bestows on his small family. The lips kept on being interested, revealing a smile, there was a million meanings there. He also could not hide his happiness until unknowingly there was water flowing from the end of his eyes.

In the observation room.

With a soft voice Ardi drew closer to the baby box. I will place the azan on the right ear of the child, which will fill the days of their little family. Ardi's smile was fully engraved when he saw his unconscious writhing. It was as if he understood the prayer he was chanting.

I am grateful to be the woman who gave birth to a child of a super great husband like you, Mas Ardi.

Now Ardi approached the weakly lying Rianti with an infusion hose stuck to his wrist. He had the fine hair of his wife. Look at those eyeballs.

"Dear, thank you so much." He kisses the brow-friendly Rianti, a great woman who has been willing to conceive and give birth to her flesh and blood.

Rianti just nodded, his happy feeling could not be strung together with words. The silence and look in Rianti's eyes bear witness that the feeling is not always to be spoken. The eyes of the two glazed, staring at each other in joy.

"Extm ...."

Mahendra's heavy voice disperse the loving gaze of Rianti and Ardi.

"Udah has no name yet, granddaughter of a beautiful grandfather who is beautiful all the world real and mortal," said Mahendra metaphora while looking at the tiny face of the grandson.

Rianti and Ardi smiled.

"Udah dong, Dad." Rianti answered confidently.

"Who?" ask Ardi and Mahendra almost simultaneously.

"I gave her the name Stella Diantisha."

In an instant, the faces of the father and son gawked. Can't believe Rianti gave Stella's name to her baby.

"I give you the name Stella, because it's her blessing that I get to meet you. Good people who love me so much. And I'm laying up for it."

"And Diantisha stands for Ardi, Rianti is together forever" he said later.

Ardi was moved, not expecting the adult mind to infiltrate the wife. He looked back into Rianti's eyes. Plain eyes that are so holy.

"Darling .. thank you very much. With you I feel whole. I feel most perfect when you're always near me. The more my love grows. I want to be with you until death do us part and destiny unites."

EXPIRE.

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Unaware, a man walked up to her. Handsome man bar Oriental face and tall stature.

"Hallo .." said from behind. A voice that sounded heavy and was able to make the girl's heart seem to stop beating.

"For a long time no see" he said as he walked and faced right on the face of Reka.

Sculpting design. Suddenly his mind went blank.

"I finally found you. I don't know if you live in Jogja" he added, smiling. However, it was not the friendly smile that came out from his lips but rather the grin that seemed so sinister.

Seeing the person in front of him makes Reka as if struck by lightning in broad daylight. Cold sweat instantly soaked his body. His fingers suddenly numb, until unknowingly the bag in his hand was released.

The design immediately ran, continuing to run as if someone was chasing and would eat him alive. He did not care about the strange look of others to him. His tears even fell without his chance. His brain just kept saying 'run Reka, run!'

The man smiled back.

Go then! Go as far as you can, for I will find you wherever you are.

"Hey! Why are you there!" exclaimed a woman who instantly spread her evil gaze. She's Melati, her professional friend. Melati got down from the car and approached Irwan who was sculpting in front of a store.

Yes, the man who managed to make Reka afraid was Irwan Syahputra. A 34-year-old neurosurgeon who looks so charismatic. Irwan himself is the only child of a jewel businessman whose turnover is even up to trillions of rupiah. Kinara Group, the largest company based in Jakarta.

"Eh elo, Mel. Why come here?" ask his best friend.

"Who was it? He said he wanted to buy a drink?" jasmine asked back while raising her eyebrows.

"Not so," said Irwan briefly as he picked up the contents of the bag of groceries Reka scattered on the ground, then hung it on the motorcycle Reka.

Melati is increasingly confused about Irwan's attitude, but chooses to ignore him because there are things that are more important than that. Because their initial purpose to come to Jogja is to attend a seminar held at one of the hotels there.

"That's it, we're leaving. I'm late," whined jasmine after seeing the watch in his hand that already showed at eight in the morning.

"Sorry, Mel. Elo first yes. I still have business" Elak Irwan. He wanted to walk looking for Reka but was restrained because Melati grabbed his arm.

"Well, we'll go together. Who will I go home with?" jasmine's great-grandson while writhing on Irwan's arm.

"Yes ampum, Mel. It's been 30 years. Time is still spoiled anyway. Taxis exist, many online. Still confused about what to go home with!" said Irwan who immediately got a strong blow on his shoulder.

Irwan let go of Melati's hand and immediately ran to find the girl who had been constantly interfering with his mind.

Melati clucked annoyed with Irwan's attitude. He walked to the shoulder of the road hoping to find a taxi.

"Ck .. temen unfaithful friend," grumbled Jasmine.

****

Meanwhile, Reka hid in the gap between the two buildings. He sat down while hugging his knees. His body trembled violently and his heart was still anchoring rapidly. He peeked repeatedly from behind the used basket arrangement. Hopefully no one will realize his existence in the narrow hallway.

"Hud, Eka was afraid .." she cried. He hugged his knees firmly and occasionally wiped away the endless tears.