I'm taking you off, Mas!

It's My Decision

Yara covered her own mouth with one hand. The woman read the contents of the message Afkar sent to Erza.

"Papa," Yara murmured, her eyes already reddened with all the bad thoughts that flashed through her mind.

At the same time Erza entered her room. The man who only wore boxer pants and used clothes in his hands was astonished to see Yara's behavior like a surprised person. Erza immediately walked closer.

"Why, Honey?" erza asked, he immediately grabbed the phone in Yara's hand and then put it on the nightstand.

"Father, Mum!" answer Yara.

"Papa who?" back asking.

"Papa Rio, he's in the hospital" Yara replied.

Erza immediately grabbed the phone she had put down earlier. Erza's face shrunk to read the message Afkar had sent her. Then he looked at Yara. It was clearly seen by Erza's eye bead that Yara was eager to go to the hospital right then and there.

"Now it's night, it's not good for pregnant women out night - night. We just arrived too. I don't want you to be exhausted, honey," said Erza, trying to give Yara some understanding.

"I understand, Mas. I can wait until tomorrow morning" Yara replied with a smiley face.

Erza pulled Yara in her arms. Give peace to his beloved wife. "We pray, Papa Rio is fine," said Erza then kissed Yara softly.

"Yes, Mom, I hope you're okay. I don't want anything to happen to her. I want to get together with my family" Yara replied.

"May what you dream come true, dear."

The two hugged each other tightly. Being in Erza's arms makes Yara feel calm tonight. The hug that usually lasted a long time only passed short back then because in the next second Yara put Erza's body away from her because it smelled something pungent from her husband's body.

"Mas body stinks of wind oil," Yara closed her nose then slowly moved away from Erza.

"You're out of sequence, honey!"

"Go take a shower, huh! I don't like the smell of her massage oil, like grandpa's, "yara's protest is still closing her nose and away from Erza.

Her husband breathed his own scent. "But warm, honey!" elak Erza's. "Hm ... Pregnant women are strange, just as the smell of sweat is the same as the smell of wind oil. Okay, I'll take a shower, Yang!" erza said as she passed towards the bathroom.

"Mas, the water heater is on. Check again the hot temperature was afraid of her overheating," Yara shouted as Erza arrived at the bathroom door.

Erza pulled both corners of her lips. "Yes, Honey. Thank you for preparing everything" said Erza then went into the bathroom to clean up.

Yara let out a heavy sigh before she laid her body on the bed.

"May all be well" murmured Yara slowly. There was hope in his heart.

Tok ... tok ...

The knocking of the door made Yara turn to the door, and she immediately walked over to open it.

Czech ...

"Sister, here's the bag! Missed in the living room." Azzam thrust the bag he held onto Yara.

"Ah, yes, thank you, Zam," said Yara then smiling at the boy.

"Together, Brother." Azzam passed from Yara's room.

Yara walks towards the bed, the woman sits on the edge of her bed.

"Why not get caught?" yara Gumam. Yara's gaze turned on the wall clock attached to the wall of her room. "Well, it's night too. Mba Syafa is also asleep. I better follow Mas Erza's words to go to the hospital tomorrow morning." Yara immediately turned off her phone connection to Syafa. Then lay his body on the bed. The woman closed her eyes to rest. But free Yara sleeps restlessly.

Erza who just came out of the bathroom saw the restless movement of his wife. He rushes up to the bed and hugs Yara from behind.

"Sleep, there's nothing to worry about. Papa will be fine! Rest assured!" whispered Erza in Yara's ear from behind.

Yara immediately turned her body. "I keep thinking, Mas," replied Yara. I'm scared--” Yara's remarks were instantly cut by Erza.

"Don't think negatively first. Tomorrow morning you will meet Papa Rio who is in good health. Imagine you'll get together and be together, Okay!" Erza covers his wife's face.

Yara nodded slowly. "Yes, Mas. Thank you for always calming me down."

"Yes, Honey. I don't want you to think heavy. Our baby's mind is that his mother's feelings are agitated like this."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Erza nodded while commenting on a smile. "Now sleep! I will always be there for you." Erza pulled Yara's body to get closer to her even though it was blocked by Yara's increasingly bulging stomach.

Erza stalling to touch Yara's belly. "Papa's child, help your mother to feel calm" said Erza as if talking to the baby in the womb Yara.

Yara smiled hearing that. Erza's touch was able to make Yara calm. Slowly Yara closed her eyes before long Erza was drowned in a dream with Yara.

In the hospital.

Syafa is still waiting in front of the ER room after successfully persuading Mr. Rio to be installed various medical devices. The woman realized that Afkar was still there to accompany her. "Mas, is it still here? why not go home?" ask Syafa when he just realized Afkar energy sitting not far from where Syafa is currently.

"I will accompany you, Fa." said Afkar.

"No need, Mom. I can do it myself. Soon there will be a Aunt Gita who will accompany me" Syafa said. The woman tried to deny Afkar's existence there.

"Fa, I just want to accompany."

"But that's not necessary, Mas." replied Syafa. "Thank you for helping me" he continued, standing up from his seat. The woman was about to leave the ER room towards the waiting room. The patient's family is not allowed to wait in front of the room. There is a special place for patients.

"Fa, I beg you! There's no chance for us to be together." Afkar. The man stood up to block Syafa.

"Mas .. please respect my decision. This guilt is too great. I choose to sacrifice my feelings instead of back hurting the people I love. I hope you understand. Supposedly, Mas Afkar felt that guilty feeling. You and I are too big to make mistakes. That's why I want to fix it, by parting ways and moving on with each other's lives, Mas."

Afkar was silent to hear it. Shafa left immediately in front of Afkar. He died alone in front of the ER room.

'Forgive me, Mom. I have to do this. This has been my decision.'

Inner Syafa as it passed away.

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To be continued