LOVE NARA

2.18. JUST YOUR FACE

"Dew has long opened this batik gallery?" nara asked after lunch together at the cafe located opposite the Dewun gallery.

Both of them crossed the road carefully because of the crowded traffic situation around them.

"If this gallery had only opened two years ago after our son began to sit in elementary school. But I still have another shop that's a relic of my mother's late."

They arrive in front of the gallery and Dewun invites Nara to enter and then head to his study room which is bounded by a whole glass wall, so they can talk while paying attention to the atmosphere in the gallery.

"Yes, at our first lunch, you were wearing a batik collection from my gallery, right?" It turns out that Dew is observant and always remembers one by one his collection.

"Yes, Mother. I ordered it online," Nara replied with an embarrassed smile.

"This week my gallery issued a new product for family uniforms where buyers could order according to the size of their sons."

Dew paused his words while taking a paperbag labeled his gallery and handing it to Nara who sat with him on the sofa.

"And here, I have prepared a special uniform for your family. May you accept and wear it."

Nara is surprised to receive a special gift from her new friend in town. Nara opened it and took out a small brochure that displayed the entire type, model and color of the family uniform.

After seeing the picture, Nara was interested to see one of the clothes in the paperbag. And his hand pulled out the smallest bundle that contained a fine shirt the size of a Raga.

"Mbak, the pattern of the batik is very beautiful and the combination of motifs is very interesting," praise Nara sincerely after stretching out the shirt for her son.

"This is our latest design. And the color I choose I try to match your family's favorite color is old ash."

"Thank you very much, Ma'am. Mas Yoga would love it and we would definitely wear it later." Nara hugged the Dew tightly.

After Nara folded back the Raga shirt and put it in the paperbag, they continued their chat and discussed a lot of things until it did not feel like the afternoon was approaching.

Driving each car, Nature came along with Yoga who was about to pick up the wife. After closing their warm conversation, Nara also paid a farewell to Dewun and Nature, as well as Yoga.

Carrying a paper bag given by Dewun, Nara walked in her husband's hand, towards their parked car right in front of the gallery.

"Mas, Madam Dew gave a parcel to the three of us."

"What, Honey?" ask the man who is focused on the wheel.

"This. Uniform for our family. Latest collections and latest designs they just released this week."

Nara showed me the paperbag she was holding. Then after that he told me about his collaboration with Dewun today.

While driving forward his car at a moderate speed, Yoga listened to Nara's story while occasionally looking at a glance just to look at the face of the wife who looks so happy.

"Keep like this, honey. Smile happily and always full of joy."

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Every night, Yoga is still alert and always filled with anxiety about Nara's condition.

Almost every night and day, Nara still often moaned in fear, as if imagined the incident where she was kidnapped and held captive by a man who obsessed and loved her in a way beyond sanity.

"Mas, hug me. I'm scared ...."

Quickly Yoga close his body with his wife's body, then rested Nara's head on his chest that field so that the woman feels calmer and more comfortable.

"Already, Honey. Now close your eyes. Imagine all the wonderful things we have together, so that you might fall asleep and forget all your fears."

Nara nodded in her husband's arms. The feeling of Yoga hands clenched his body tightly, making him feel the warmth that spread throughout the body.

"Good sleep, my Bidad. Dream about us, about our love and happiness. I love you."

Yoga anchored a kiss on Nara's head that the woman replied with a gentle kiss on her husband's chest, making the man feel a beautiful vibe in his heart.

"Good night, Mom. I love you too."

Yoga opened his eyes. He always waited and made sure his wife had slept and slept peacefully. Nara's hand that was holding her tightly started to stretch and drooped limp over her chest.

Beware Yoga grabs the phone that is on top of his head. Hugging his wife, he opened a message page and began writing something to send to someone.

"Make sure he stays in jail for a long time. And make sure he won't get the slightest peace in there!"

Yoga never messes with everyone who dares to disturb his life, especially if it concerns his wife and child. For him their happiness is a priority.

After contacting one of her team of lawyers, Yoga turned off her gawai and put her back down.

Just as he was starting to close his eyes, Nara's shrill voice came out in his arms.

"He didn't touch me .... He lied ...."

The heart of Yoga feels so sore as if it is being sliced and injured so deeply. He could not bear to see his wife continue to be shrouded in fear because of the shadow of persecution she experienced.

"Don't come any closer .... Don't touch me ...."

This is what Yoga is always worried about. The shadow of bad events still haunts Nara's mind. The anxiety of the violence he felt made his soul engulfed in fear that continued to disturb his calm.

"Ssttt ..., relax, dear. Sleep back. I'll always look after you here."

Yoga tightened her embrace for Nara to feel her warm embrace. He kissed the top of his head and chanted the best prayer series for the healing of his beloved woman.

"Mas ..., don't go .... Don't leave me .... I'm scared ...."

Hiks .. hikss .. hiksss ....

Half-conscious Nara sobbed, leaving her body shaken in her husband's arms.

Yoga restrained his sadness and cleaned his eyes that began to feel wet, did not want the wife to know it.

"I'm here, honey. I'm always with you. Don't be afraid, go back to sleep."

Hugging and rubbing his wife's back regularly and constantly, Yoga tries to make her fall asleep again without feeling restless.

Although his wife had already insisted on refusing to meet with the psychologist again, Yoga still continued to consult with him.

He asked for guidance from the psychologist so that he could face his wife when the trauma and fear of bad events again disturbed Nara's mind as it is today.

Nara opened her eyes so that the frightening shadow disappeared from her mind. His face lifted up, looking for the face of the husband to look at him endlessly.

Her hand moved slowly to touch the face of her now lowered husband and put their eyes together.

Yoga anchored a warm kiss on the wife's forehead making the woman feel coolness in her sanitary recesses.

Carefully stroked by Yoga's face, trying to remember every curve beautifully sculpted to form the charming face of the man he loved. He wanted to brazen that beautiful face on his heart and soul.

"I just want to remember one man's face in my mind. Just your face, the face of the man I love so much."

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