
Like last night, Ardi was still standing glued staring at Alya who was no longer staring at him. His position, which was right in front of Alya who was sitting on the edge of the bed, kept the woman locked there without being able to change her position.
Ardi's gaze deepened. There was something from his heart that forced his gaze to remain fixed watching Alya getting deeper and full of vibrations.
Without caring Alya who is increasingly pounding and misbehaving because of it, Ardi continues to trace his gaze on the two hands of Alya who hugged his favorite daughter tightly.
His left hand tightly clasped the body of Aura who stood hugging him, while his right hand continued stroking the head of the tiny baby who was at home spoiled on his shoulder.
Some began to attract the attention of Ardi and make his heart then wonder.
"Why isn't he wearing it? Is it possible that he forgot something as important as that? Or ...."
Ardi did not continue his conjecture. He is afraid of misinterpretation and misunderstanding just because of something that may be limited to ordinary coincidences.
"Sorry, can you shift a little? And please accompany Aura up here. I'll prepare warm water to clean his body."
Alya's soft voice averted her gaze from something she was looking for and had made her curious.
"Oh .. yes, sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way, Al."
Ardi shifted his body to the side and Alya immediately lowered his body and stood beside the man.
"Thank you" he said without looking at the other person.
Aura turned her head forward as Alya moved down then sat her down on the bed.
"Aura wait a minute, yeah. Auntie get the warm water ready first."
But as her hands began to detach from the beautiful baby's body, Aura sulked and began to whine not wanting to be left behind, so Alya paled away and held her again.
"Let me prepare and bring him here, Al. You're here to accompany Aura."
Without waiting for a reply from Alya, Ardi walked to the bathroom and took the basin that had been prepared to hold warm water and cleaned the body on the bed.
A few minutes later the basin was filled with warm water following a washcloth to clean the Aura's body. Ardi brought her to the end of the bed, while Aura was ready on the towel Alya unfurled after taking off the cute baby nightgown that was already carefree and happy again.
The two helped each other, Alya and Ardi cleaned the body of Aura who was sitting with a cheerful laugh, facing towards the two people he called yaya and bubu.
A happy portrait of a happy little family is captured from the moment of closeness and joy between the three.
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After feeding the already voracious Aura with the food prepared by the nurse, Alya prepared to carry out her duties in the examination room located one floor below the Aura treatment room.
While keeping the cute baby who still had to be fitted with the infusion needle, Alya waited for Ardi who was cleaning himself in the bathroom.
Aura began to sleep on Alya's lap, after the woman's hand gently continued to pry her head affectionately.
Shortly after, Ardi came out with a more fresh and neat appearance. Wearing long jeans and a short-sleeved polo shirt, Alya almost forgot herself when she accidentally saw the man step closer to them.
"Astaghfirullah .., pardon my eyes that have been sassy to stare long ago and admire him, O Allah."
Hurriedly Alya lowered her gaze when suddenly a pair of shady netra Ardi returned her gaze in a clingy manner.
Alya laid Aura down slowly and enveloped her lovingly. After making sure the baby rested in a comfortable position, Alya kissed her forehead while closing her eyes and chanting prayers of healing and health for Aura.
Not far from him, Ardi noticed every treatment Alya to his caring and affectionate baby. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the last message of Flowers that he always tried to forget and ignore.
"Doctor Alya is the right woman for you, Mas. Not only for you, but also for the Aura of our little princess. Trust me, you two will always be happy with Doctor Alya. Remember what I said well."
Until now, Ardi still can not understand the purpose of his wife's last message. How can Bunga name a woman who is already owned by another man, and he chooses to be a life companion for himself?
Alya straightened her body after leaving an old kiss on Aura's forehead. Their views met again, but this time Alya immediately turned them in another direction.
Leaving Ardi still standing without changing her position, Alya headed to the sofa and took her bag on the table.
"In, I'm going to my room first. It's time for me to go on duty." Alya's soft voice immediately made Ardi turn around and look back at the elegant hijab doctor who was ready to pass.
Seeing the father of one daughter nodding her head, Alya started swinging her steps towards the door and opened it.
"Alya ...." Ardi called out his name as he used to call it when they were together and the two of them first.
Alya turned her head with a turbulent feeling from hearing a call she had not heard for a long time, with a tone of voice typical of her past man.
"Happy work."
Alya smiled just like that to reply to her, then immediately passed and disappeared behind the door.
"May your day be filled with goodness and blessing, Al ...."
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"Mas, it's almost eight. Come on, get ready to go to the office. Isn't there an important meeting at nine?"
Nara tried to escape from the tight embrace of the husband who still wrapped him affectionately on the bed.
Little Gana has returned to sleep after being bathed and enjoying the drink for quite a long time.
"Ssttt ..., in a moment, dear. Just stay with me here." Yoga still continues to hold the wife and indulge together.
After returning from the hospital early this morning, the man went back to rest and asked to be accompanied by Nara who obeyed her husband's wishes.
"Aura was so fussy last night that you two couldn't rest?" asked Nara while changing her position to face Yoga and stroking the handsome face of the husband who still closed his eyes tight.
"Not really. Only a few times we woke up, but we can still overcome together," replied Yoga without wanting to open his eyes. He actually increasingly enjoys the gentle caress of the wife who always calms his heart and soul.
"You guys are amazing fathers and always reliable."
Nara kissed a glimpse of her husband's lips which were immediately greeted by Yoga and they continued for quite a while with a deeper, wet touch.
Yoga ends with a gentle kiss on the forehead of her beloved woman accompanied by a strand of the best prayer for their family.
"You're also a very wonderful wife, honey. I love you forever."
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