I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

LAST EPISODE

I'm happy to knit love back to build a housewife. I managed to collect the coffers of money from my sweat drops and also the prayer mustajab Ranti of course. Until we can buy a bigger house in the Bogor Nirwana Resident area. Ranti refuses to move house from Bojong. Although the house was simple but had a deep impression on him. I can't force. Plus now he has a sweet and kind new neighbor, Nana, his wife, Arif.

After two years of our marriage, Ranti gave birth to a very handsome baby boy and we named him "Dirgantara Blue Sky". Like the name of our first daughter, "Jinga Aulia Dirgantara".

I was given power by Ranti to give them names. Actually my name is "Dika Dewantara". The name given by the father while the name Dewantara given my grandmother from the father. Because grandma is a big fan of the puppet character of Dewa BataraYudha said the father. But, (sorry, grandma) I don't like the name Dewantara. That's why I changed my children's last name to Dirgantara because I did not know the name heavily. There's a hidden story in that name, where I once aspired to be an Army TNI warplane pilot. Airing through the earth bravely.

Like tonight, I had a beautiful dream. I'm in full AURI uniform splitting the earth with a cool, high-tech fighter. Subhanallah!!

I told Rosa and Anang my dream while laughing at lunch. They say I'm like a 12-year-old because I'm so proud to tell you a dream that's just a sleeping flower. That's not. It was just a dream, but I felt real. I happy.

I washed my hands in the sink of the restaurant where we ate after lunch. I suddenly coughed and sneezed. And how surprised I was to see my hand full of fresh blood that was carried out of my mouth and nose. Oh God! Why would blood suddenly spurt so much?

My face is pale pias. Trying to think calmly after entering the toilet just to sit down diwc sit him calm down.

What happened to me, God? It has been a year since I was released from my life support medicines after I was declared cancer free. Anything else with my body?

I immediately asked permission to go home sooner to Rosa and Mas Anang. But didn't tell me my plan to go to the hospital where I was treated.

I listened to the doctor explain my lab results after a few hours of waiting. My cancer is stage 4. Oh God! It turns out that all this time the roots of his cancer cells are still running with his ghost in my lungs. I just took a breath trying to circulate the air until it made my consciousness recover again.

It turned out that despite having surgery and successfully removed the nesting tumor cells, but all came back again to His Greatness and Power.

I just pensively dimusholla hospital. Myself told God about my illness, the Owner of my body and soul.

Orange has just turned 8 and the Blue Sky has not even turned 1 year. Oh God! Should I leave them at their early age? Also Ranti, somehow felt if she knew the fact that cancer had gnawed my body and was now fighting for my life. We are now at the height of happiness.

I think fast. I have to chase everything before my time runs out. I discussed everything with Rosa and Mas Anang. Immediately told them to change the name of the company and reverse my name to their names. Because if my time runs out, everything must still run well and not shake the company's shares. I also made a will as soon as possible. I wrote Ranti, Orange and Sky as my heirs. They will continue my efforts with Rosa and Mas Anang. I also asked Rosa and Mas Anang to accept bang Sobri, teacher and sister for me who will one year out of the Salemba field.

Rosa cried all day during our serious meeting. I begged her not to divulge the secret of my illness to Ranti and the rest of my family. I begged him to kneel down on his feet so that I could keep a secret until I was called the Almighty. Mas Anang asked me to continue treatment with chemotherapy and radiotherapy. But it seems too late for me. Because the doctor said the cancer cells had damaged the lymph nodes and also my liver and kidneys. Hhh...

Mas Anang and Rosa again encouraged me if the doctor could have misdiagnosed. Because doctors are ordinary people. I-i understand. I understand their meaning. It's true, mate, age nobody knows. Neither doctors nor psychics. It all comes back to God's destiny. All God has. If Allah wills, there is nothing to stand in the way.

I started to come home often at night. In addition to a lot of work as well but I deliberately away from Ranti and also the children. Because the more I interacted with them, the more they knew the truth.

Even on Saturdays and Sundays I go to work sometimes. Although only more daydreaming in the factory or headquarters.

"Mas! Try to pay attention to yourself, mom! You're too heavy to work. Forgetting the time and forgetting your health!" Ranti reminds me of the more workaholic. Ranti doesn't know the secret behind me doing that. I don't want to do that either. Especially long distance with him and my children. But what power. If I stay with you for too long, it's getting harder for me to keep this secret. I'm scared, Ranti!

"Sorry, Ranti! Rosa and Mas Anang have also been working very hard lately. I used to do what I wanted to do. Until they sacrifice more of their time. I'm sorry, so ignore you and our son!" I hugged Ranti tightly. Trying to drown my sad face in his chest. I know Ranti is very worried about my health. But I can't give him much time anymore.

I now start going home once every two days on the grounds of having to go back and forth Citayam-Cikini and Bojong Gede while we still have to meet again at night. Though I hid from Ranti because I began to feel the pain caused by my illness.

I'm coming home tonight. It was 11 pm and Ranti with Orange and Sky had already slept. I did hold the spare key of the house so that I could enter the house without disturbing them.

It soon rained so fast plus lightning struck. I lay down next to Ranti after taking a cowboy bath and changing clothes. My wife is beautiful even without makeup and sleeps well. I looked at her face with love.

I'm sorry Ranti! These past few weeks my behavior might disappoint you! I don't really want to stay away from you either. But whatadaya. This body was tidying up and fresh blood was coming out of my mouth and nose more often. I don't want to make you sad and worried about my situation. Sorry, Ranti!

I kissed her forehead. Then his cheeks and lips slowly. Our son slept in a different room accompanied by a nun who was deliberately bandaged.

I closed my eyes slowly. Oh God! If I have to go, please take care of my wife and children, God! I shed a tear remembering the handwriting I made and I left it to Rosa at the office.

Ranti!.. My dear wife, my beloved wife!

Ranti....!

When you read my letter, I may have calmed down by his side. I was happy there. I am so happy, Ranti! Terribly happy. Even at my age I am so happy! Thank you! God will repay your kindness.

Ranti.....!

Marry again, if God gives you a good mate. Our kids are very small. They need a father figure until they grow up.

Marry again, this is my mandate. For the cost of the Orange and Sky school, I have asked Rosa for help to take care of it. You can also take care of our company. Rosa and Mas Anang also took care of it all.

Ranti......!

Ilove you. Terribly love you.

Your husband,

Dika Dewantara's

It was raining so hard and lightning was still striking in the black night sky. My chest feels tight making it hard to breathe. I turned my body around so I could breathe comfortably again.

Cold sweat on my body. My face was soaked with sweat that was almost as big as corn kernels.

I woke Ranti slowly.

"Later!...Randy!"

"Mass? Have you gone home yet? Since when did you come home?" he said he was shocked to see me lying next to him.

"Please hug me, Ranti!"

"Why, mas?"

"I'm afraid of lightning!" I said a little whispering making Ranti smile and hug my body tightly.

"Since when are we afraid of lightning!" I hugged her. Smelling her body makes me feel better.

"Replace! Can I lie on your lap?" I tried to say that phrase. In the midst of my efforts to take oxygen and breathe. Ranti rubbed my face. He began to look anxious at my sweat.

"Mass? You're sick, aren't you? You were rained on, was it time to go home?" tanyanya.

"No, Ranti! Help me, clean up!"

"Ranti hugged my face. Still wiping the sweat that kept pouring from my forehead and neck. He complied with my request.

Laa ilaaha illallah Muhammaddarrosulullaah

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Two years later, Ranti married Sofyan Ali. It turned out that the young man had only been married within 1 year. And long enough to be widowed. Apparently he is back in business with Ranti making him go back after Ranti, his first love.

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