LOVE NARA

2.31. FOR YOUR HAPPINESS

"Navy ...."

Alya woke up to the sound of knocking on the door, but only opened her eyes a moment later.

And the first thing he saw was the figure of the man he loved standing looking at him beside the bed.

"Di, why are you here? How's your wife doing now? He's fine, right?"

The questions that slide from the lips of the woman who actually still feels very weak all over her body. While Ardi was still silent and continued to look at him.

"Ac ...?" Alya tried to get up on her own to sit because she felt uncomfortable if she continued to lie in front of Ardi.

But just now he moved to raise his body with his resting on both hands, his body was dazed and fell backward.

"Awas, Al! Be careful ...." Ardi caught Alya's body and held her back from falling down.

Both of his hands were clutching Alya's body from the front and back, while Alya's hands were reflexively holding on to the man's shoulders.

Although it was vaguely due to dizziness and the sense of floating about to faint, Alya was still able to catch the man's sad gaze at him within a very close distance of the face between them.

Similarly, Ardi, when spontaneously caught Alya's body his gaze was locked just like that on the face of the gentle ayu and her ex-lover.

Despite feeling very tired, Alya tried to break away and sit by herself with all her strength. Ardi who began to control himself also understood and immediately distanced his hand.

"Sorry."

He pressed a button on the edge to adjust the position of the bed so that Alya could sit back comfortably.

"Thank you." Alya leaned back and tidied the blanket up to waist level, before the man came back to help her.

Ardi stepped back to get away from the woman of his past. She herself could sense that ever since they met at the hotel yesterday, Alya had always kept her distance even more often avoiding her.

"How's your wife doing?" The question is still the same because Ardi has not answered it.

"He's awake and now resting."

Alya smiled with relief. Sincerely he was grateful for the recovery of the Flower's current condition.

"Alya ...." The woman was stunned to hear Ardi's call to her.

In the past, the man had always called her that when they were both. Unconsciously her heart again trembled beautifully, just like last time.

Alya just stared at Ardi without opening her voice.

"Thank you." Ardi returned the gaze of the woman's eyes before him.

"For what?"

"Thank you for your blood for saving Flower's life. Thank you also for your help so that our daughter is born healthy and safe."

Alya smiled again, faint but still visible to Ardi.

"No need to thank me. I'm just doing my job and it's my duty to help whoever I can help the best I can."

Ardi felt that he owed Alya his life, even though the woman never thought about it. For Alya, he just did what he was supposed to do, that's all.

Moreover, she also kept another reason why she insisted on donating her blood as much as Flower needed.

"By your happiness I would do anything, Di. Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will give it to you as long as I can make sure that you will always be happy with the one you love and you choose to be your soulmate forever."

Ardi let out a long sigh after hearing Alya's cliche reply. There was another sense that was clenching his chest. That was not what he expected to get out of the woman's lips.

"What's wrong with you, Al? Why did I feel like there was something else you were hiding from me on purpose?"

It feels like knowing the truth right away from the woman, but it seems like this is not the right time to do it.

Alya closed her eyes to avoid looking at Ardi who was still fixed on her with a sad look.

"Why are you forcing yourself if your condition ends up being like this?" Ardi said with a pain in the heart.

Something felt scratched in his heart as he saw the woman of his past lying helplessly as this. Moreover, there was still an infusion needle stuck on the back of Alya's left hand.

Alya's pair of eyes opened instantly upon hearing the words that Ardi had just spoken. Surprised and in disbelief, that was all that came to his mind.

"From the beginning your nature never changes. You are always more important to others than yourself. Even though you're going to get hurt like this in the end, you don't care about it."

There was a sense of haru and flattery in Alya's heart when he heard that man still remembered something about him.

A single smile was engraved on his lips as the gazes of their eyes that were back clashed in silence.

"Your eyes are still a shade, Di. Always calm and warm my heart."

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"Is your head still dizzy, honey?"

At night, on the bed Yoga continued to hug Nara while massage his wife's head slowly and regularly.

Considering that this morning Nara also donated her blood to Bunga, his wife's body had not fully recovered as it was.

"No, Mas. Just a little limp, tomorrow morning must be refreshed."

Nara took Yoga's hand that was still on top of her head and held it around her waist until their arms were tightened against each other.

"What do you think if Doctor Alya recovers tomorrow, we offer to stay? Indra's marriage will last three more days, if going back and forth will certainly be more tiring for him."

"What about his family? Her husband?" nara asked as soon as she heard the words Yoga.

"He lives alone. More precisely not married."

Nara pulled her face from above Yoga's chest and looked at him deeply. She was surprised by her husband's answer about Alya's status.

"really? How do you know, Mom?"

"From Mas Alam's. Incidentally Dewun also became a patient of Doctor Alya. More than that I've been looking for information about the truth."

Nara was still looking at her husband. He is accustomed to the habit of Yoga that always gathers information about new people around them, in order to anticipate things that are not desirable in the future.

"In addition, Alya and Ardi also keep the story of the past while in college first."

Then Yoga told the search results of information about his wife's obstetrician. From her family to her run aground home life and leaving problems with her ex-husband.

"So, is it possible that Doctor Ardi and Doctor Alya still harbored their old feelings?"

Yoga shrugged, he himself was not sure because in reality they had lived each other's lives.

"If they still love each other, I don't think Alya would ever admit it and wouldn't tell Ardi what really happened in her household."

Nara could feel how Alya felt and suffered all this time. The doctor bore everything alone and never complained about his personal problems to anyone.

"Pity of Doctor Alya ...."

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