Fat Broken Wing

You'r Stronger

KIYARA POV

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My chest still feels crowded, especially the rain that does not want to subside since it made the sadness more intense in the heart. Condemning my tired physical condition as well, so as not to be able to accompany my husband longer in his reflection, in his sadness. This afternoon after the funeral one by one I

the Knower resigned himself each time he left home, and all back deserted there was only me, Mas Dave, and some of my immediate family stayed at Mas Dave's house at my father's request because they saw us being devastated, especially this daughter-in-law. There was not a single family from Mommy's late house

come to just serve, while the family of the late Daddy will come later at the 3 daily event because the journey is quite far from the other hemisphere.

The wall clock was showing at 11 p.m., but Mas Dave was still awake sitting pensively by the side of the bed next to me while I was almost lost consciousness due to extreme sleepiness. Until the rubbing in the stomach that feels very comfortable, memuauiku and slowly fall asleep soundly.

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“Thank you, Tan has returned to Bandung and wants to stay here,” said I crucified Aunt Fani's sister from Father, whose name is the same as my close friend, both Fani.

“You'r wellcome Dear, strong yes so as to strengthen your husband. Poor him, however, losing parents is the saddest and most painful thing, even though he is already big and can take responsibility for himself,” Aunty Fani messages while hugging me.

“Iya, Tan .. insya Allah I have always been strong,” I replied when equally again in a fragile position at this time.

“Om, back first yes Darling. You have to keep ninget with your children, invite Dave also to continue chatting with his children this will be sad to slowly disappear,” message Om Bagas husband Aunt Fani.

“Siap, Om insya Allah .. help prayer yes Om,” I said while forcing a smile.

This morning at exactly 9:25 Om Bagas and Auntie Fani returned to Jakarta, after this morning some relatives of Father and Mother had resigned first. The house became increasingly quiet, there was only me, Mas Dave, Father, Mother, and Kak Dafa who often paced between the front house and Mas Dave's house, which was the house, for leaving his wife and children in the front house accompanied by his mother Teh Asti.

I went back in after seeing Om Bagas' car was gone in the eye, walking slowly on Dad's side into the house. “Comfort your husband, son,” whispered Dad right in my ear when we just walked into the house and found Mas Dave who was again still pensive like people lost their way.

“You remember Dad lost your Grandpa and Grandma?” ask Dad to me.

“Iya, Father I remember .. the same exact as Mas Dave,” lirihku, because it's true .. They look the same, like a child whose parents left in the crowd.

“Because we both loved our parents, dear ... let alone the departure of the father was arguably very, very sudden, surely your husband was hit. Entertain him, give him spirit again .. remind him this utun let his soul come back to life.”

“Good, Well .. thanks for the advice,” my sincere words then move to the sofa next to Mas Dave.

“Hay, Papa you’r be stronger,” I said as I pulled her wrist and put her palm over my distended stomach.

Mas Dave smiled a little at me, then his hand moved gently rubbed my belly and landed a kiss in my stomach with tears that accompanied him. He was mellow, making me tear again. Ah, death ... always leaves sadness like this, no matter how strong the people outside there will still kneel with the name of death.

The kisses endlessly switched on every inch of my face. “Thank you, darling,” he said softly.

“Sama-sama,” answered me despite not knowing what she was grateful for.

“Come, we have breakfast first baby triplets hungry yet in love breakfast, nih,” said I whereas it was nyemil surabi abis 3 pieces, nih, please be aware that the contents are many so flattened all for reasons to persuade the husband to want to eat because from last night he did not want to touch the food in the slightest.

“Loh, you're so nervous Yang, how not to have breakfast already how much is this?” she asked with a panicked look on her face, I was grateful that although she was sad and did not think about herself she still remembered her children.

“Iya, sorry Papa earlier Mama was also sad to see Papa sad so mama's appetite also belkulang,” said I mimicked the voice of a child and yeay, she smiled thinly at me.

“Ya let's eat, forgive Papa yes Mama children,” he said while helping me stand.

A little difficult indeed, especially sometimes it has felt movement in there, especially in the morning sometimes meleyot right or left, horrified themselves if you see so, the stomach is meleot-leyot.

“It's been difficult, yes its establishment when it's only 5 months,” said Mas Dave.

“Iya, Mas is also 17 this week, but emang twins 3 times yes Mas, Mas, so it's difficult like this I was if nduk already do not look my own feet he he he he especially that you often fight if malem oh my goodness not look at all, he said,” my words that inexplicably even discuss deviating there.

“He he he, just let me help clean up if I play there,” he said while chuckling, ah he was always so from the first if sad, he said,  just discuss what he likes will certainly be a little forgotten with his sadness, the point is not to be sad alone.

“Malu, ih,” said as I pressed my shoulder.

At the dinner table there was no one else, Father, Mother, and Sister Dafa had eaten this morning together with other relatives, he said, while I prefer to wait for Mas Dave although still eating serabi oncom as a booster only. Now Father and Mother prefer to sit in the family room, so it is easy if there are guests who visit do not have to wait long the host is ready on the spot, because usually until the 7th day there will always be relatives or relatives who come to serve.

“You two plates or?” my many.

“Heum, alone,” the answer is short.

There are typical asem vegetables sunda, baby squid sambal, and also fried wrought, actually this

menu for lunch later but because the chicken porridge is cold and I

it was a little lazy to heat it so I picked up the food that was on the table

eating is also lunch.

“This same is okay?” tanyaku be assured and is embraced by Mas Dave.

“Eat a lot yes, Papa strongku,” my word mimics the voice of a child again, the important thing is always trying to cheer him up. And I know that you are a strong and great man, Mas . I will always accompany you until my death comes.