
One month passed, Nara's condition has improved and can accept and live everything with airy heart.
Not much has changed. It's just that his busyness is increasing because he has to take over Yoga work in the office.
"Raga, today at home first yes, son. I have a meeting outside the office."
The two and a half year old boy who was very obedient just nodded and smiled. A smile similar to her father's smile, which always made Nara calm and stronger for now.
"Mom's gone now. Be a good and smart boy."
Raga approached the mother who was already standing after finishing her breakfast. The handsome boy took Nara's right hand and kissed her, then turned to her mother's growing belly.
He kissed the tip of Nara's stomach while speaking her language which was not yet fully clear.
"Slut, no naughty, okay! Maga ayang adek ...."
Since Nara's womb reached the age of three months, Raga has been accustomed to calling himself Mas. So in the language he understood, he called himself Maga which means Mas Raga.
Nara smiled and gave a mouthful and a kiss affectionately on her eldest son's head. After leaving Raga to Mbak Indah and Bibi Asih, the pregnant woman left for the office with a delivery by Pak Budi.
"Sir, please take me to the hospital first. I have an appointment with Doctor Alya."
Mr. Budi agreed to Nara's request and took the direction of the trip to the hospital.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the front door. Nara went down and asked Mr. Budi to wait for her.
The woman, who is six months pregnant, headed straight for the second floor in an elevator and walked through space by room until she reached the front of Alya's examination room.
Having already contacted her first, Nara directly knocked on the door even though the examination time had not started yet.
From inside Alya opened the door and let Nara in.
"Sorry, I interrupted earlier, Doc." Not wanting to waste time, Nara immediately lay on top of the examination booth followed by Alya who immediately prepared the examination.
"No problem, Ra. I always come before the examination. Besides, I had a scheduled surgery early this morning and I just finished."
They began to engage in conversations between doctors and patients, discussing the condition of Nara's pregnancy one month ago.
Alya did his job carefully and in detail, did some questioning with Nara and gave many suggestions as well as messages, for up to half an hour.
"Thank God, everything is growing properly. Your baby is as strong as his mother. You're great, Ra."
Alya praised Nara sincerely. He saluted with the firmness of the heart of the woman who was now sitting before him.
"I just did what I was supposed to do, Doc. Being a good mother can be a comfortable place for children. Also be a good wife who can always support her husband's work."
"Therefore, it is my duty now to take responsibility for the survival and success of Mas Yoga company."
Nara commented a gentle smile on her lips. A smile that looks strong behind the fragility of the heart that he always hid from everyone.
"I can't lose and look weak. I need to be able to strengthen myself, because I also need to be able to be a reinforcement for my family. If I'm not strong, what about them?"
Alya nodded and confirmed Nara's words. There is a piece of his life story that is similar to what Nara experienced today.
"I learned a lot from the doctor. About loss, sadness, downfall until finally there is courage, strength and confidence to rise again and stand tall."
Alya shook her head, not wanting her scarred life story to be a source of inspiration for others.
"Don't make my story a motivation, Ra. I'm a nobody and I don't deserve anything."
"We're both lucky, Doc. No matter what happens, we're still fine. We are still endowed with the power to live this life better."
"Although the reality is not as good as we had hoped before, but whatever it is, it is definitely the best for ourselves and our lives going forward."
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After checking her pregnancy, Nara came out of Alya's room and walked towards the one floor above her. This time he chose to climb the stairs carefully while exercising lightly.
Arriving at the third floor, he headed for a special room located at the end of the corridor. Having previously notified her of her arrival in the nurse's guard room, Nara walked into the room she was heading to slowly and carefully.
After putting the bag on the table, Nara walked to the side to open the width of the curtain that was still tightly closed. Suddenly the sunlight enters the room and creates a bright light that greets the entire room with its warm sting.
"Good morning, Mommy."
Nara stood beside the bed and kissed the right hand of the patient who was still asleep in her endless sleep.
"I'm sorry I came in the morning, because in the afternoon I have a meeting with several parties to continue our cooperation plan with them."
Before sitting in the chair she used to sit in every visit every day, Nara lowered her face and put a warm kiss on the patient's forehead.
"I love you, Mas. Get up and come back to me."
Nara started her story today by delivering the results of the content examination she had just done. With her hands clasping tightly onto the patient's hands, Nara told her everything without exception.
"Said Doctor Alya, our baby-to-be is growing healthy and very strong. Of course he's strong, very strong like you, Mas."
Nara looked at the handsome face she had always missed. Even though he looks pale and without attitude, his charm never decreases in the slightest and always entices Nara to admire and praise him.
"Today it is the thirtyth heart that you sleep in your long sleep. When are you going to stop him? When are you going to open your eyes and look back at me with a warm, loving look? I've missed you so much, Mom. Very missed ...."
Nara wiped away the clear granules on the eye patch that started to blur her gaze. He continued to comment on the sweet smile he had lipped even though his heart was starting to dissolve in sadness as usual.
"You always say that you don't like to see me cry. You always say that my cry weakens you and makes you helpless."
The beautiful woman who was covered in prolonged sadness smiled and continued to clean her face from tears, which almost flowed if not immediately prevented by her as hard as her heart.
"Look at me now. I'll never cry again until you open your eyes for me, Mom."
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