LOVE NARA

3.49. START TO MISS

Yoga stepped slowly and sat on the sofa followed by his wife. He still looked at the white envelope and brown map seen before him, with no desire to open it.

"Please save it, honey. Later if my heart is calmer, I will open it with you." Yoga turned his head to the side while gently stroking his wife's head.

Nara nodded and immediately carried out the husband's request. Taken and stacked the two files of different sizes, then he took them to the Yoga desk to be stored in a special drawer of important documents that are always locked.

Sitting next to her husband, Nara clasped one hand of Yoga and then her other hand rubbed the upper arm of the man who still looked grieving.

"I can understand how you feel abandoned by Papa and Mama. Plus now, go as well as someone you already consider like your parents." Nara kissed Yoga's shoulders then put their heads together leaning against each other.

"But believe that they are all at peace with God. We should always be happy for those who have gone before us. Our duty now is always to pray for them without breaking up, Mas."

Nara turned her head away from Yoga's shoulders and looked back at her beloved man.

"Don't dissolve in sadness. Do your prayers for them." Yoga nodded and joined his hands together in one hand grip that was getting tighter and stronger with both hands of his beloved wife.

"Raga is downstairs playing. Be with you while you wait for prayer time to arrive."

Yoga smiled as she stood hugging Nara, before walking out of the room to meet her eldest son. Nara took it off with the same smile accompanied by a heartfelt prayer for her husband.

Hopefully you will soon escape the fear that still looms because of the departure of Papa and Mama. Just like me, hopefully we can both get rid of the trauma that is still inherent in our souls. We can do it, Mom.

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Alya woke up and immediately sat down with hunting breath and a sweaty face. His pair of eyes had been soaked by tears from when and for what reason.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim ...!" Alya's hand held onto her chest, feeling a still loud and stifling thump.

He picked up the cell phone lying next to his body and saw the time sign listed there. Almost eleven o'clock at night.

Ah .., maybe I'm too tired today to fall asleep. Why did the dream reappear? Though long enough I forget everything and feel much calmer without the shadow of the dark event.

The graceful woman got out of bed and picked up the glass of water she had prepared every night. He gulped down the contents then put them back on the table.

Continuing to catch her breath to be calm and relieved, Alya sat down again and closed her eyes to expel the fear she still felt.

O God, help me to rise up and forget all the pain in my past. I want to enjoy the happiness that You still bestow on me, without the need to recall my weak and sad times.

Suddenly a man's face flashed in his mind, as he still closed his eyes and prayed. Unknowingly the two corners of her lips began to pull upwards, forming a beautiful arch called a smile.

"Ardi ..," said Alya lirih as she opened her eyes with a sweet smile that was still faithfully reviewed on her lips.

I don't know why the man's face just imagined and quenched the fear that still touched his feelings.

What's wrong with me? At night this late I could think of him.

Alya covered her face with both palms. However, Ardi's face was back in his shadow.

A moment later came the ringing of a new message marker coming in from his cellphone which was still lying on the bed. He grabbed the flattened device and saw one name clearly on the bright screen that had been held by it.

The name of a man who had just been present troubled the mind and made him smile to himself as he remembered it. Soon Alya opened and read the message sent by the man she loved so much.

Alya, are you okay there? You're all right?

The woman was shocked because Ardi asked her how she was, as if knowing what was going on with her right now.

"I'm doing fine. Just having a bad dream." Alya replied to her.

Almost a month passed, the pair of ex-lovers who have now been together themselves, began to often establish closer communication. Not always every day, but never forget to exchange news with each other when having free time between each other's activities.

Are you still often distracted because of? Emm .. sorry, Al. I was presumptuous to ask.

The woman let out a long sigh and expelled her anxiety. Not wanting to think about it anymore, he chose to answer Ardi's question that was worrying about his condition.

"It's been a while since I can't remember and feel it. I don't know why I suddenly dreamed it again," Alya honestly in the next reply, without wanting to cover up again.

A moment later, the phone in his grasp rang again with a different tone. This time his voice was louder as it was an incoming call waiting to be received immediately.

With a different heartbeats, Alya receives a phone call coming from the same man who just sent her a message.

"Yes, Ardi?" said the woman in a trembling and soft voice. He bit his lips and waited wrongly, but they did not face each other.

"Alya, are you still thinking about it?" ask Ardi from across the line.

"No. I want to forget everything." Alya answered with confidence.

"Destrain your fears and always remember that I am with you. I won't let you fall again. I'll make you forget all the bad things you've been through. You believe me, don't you?"

Ardi gives her strength and spirit, making her even more confident and confident to look into her new future, without the shackles of past trauma.

"Thank you, Di. Thank you for making me dare to make a decision and fight the fear that has brought my life so far. I believe you." Alya answered more and more confidently and hopefully.

"I'll always be there for you, Al. I will never leave you again and will not let you grieve and fear again." Stung by the swift voice of the man at the end of the call, made Alya's heart feel an incredible calm.

The woman smiled and nodded confidently, even though she knew Ardi would not be able to see her.

"It's late at night. Go to sleep and rest again. Take care of your health." Alya nodded again but this time accompanied by an answer from her sweet lips that continued to develop a smile.

"Yes. You should also rest, Di."

Before ending the warm conversation between them, Alya heard Ardi calling his name.

"Alya ...." The call felt different as the man's voice grew louder and heavier.

"Yes?" Alya was also pounding waiting for what was still wanted to be conveyed by the man whose face was now back in his mind.

"I miss you, Al. I want to see you again soon."

Alya clasped her phone even tighter, afraid that she would drop it because of the nervousness that made her misbehave with the face that had been splattered red.

"Did you miss me too, Al?"

Alya placed one of her hands on top of her chest, feeling a loud thump that continued to pound and urge in her heart. He closed his eyes, imagining the face of a man who meant so much in his life.

With a single breath she took deeply and exhaled slowly, Alya tried to cast off her doubts and ventured to answer Ardi's questions waiting for her there, whether sitting or standing, either, or lying on the bed.

"Yes. I miss you too ...."

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