LOVE NARA
3.60. HELP ME
Two days later, Ardi and Aura return home with Yoga and the rest of their family on vacation to their hometown. Bringing three toddlers together, it will definitely be full of fanfare and hassles.
"Let me carry Aura, Di. He looks tired. I'll put him to bed."
Ardi handed his little daughter over to the graceful woman sitting next to him. They were still waiting for Yoga and his family to get off to the airport together.
The aura that had just finished playing with Raga seemed to be beginning to stumble. Deftly Alya immediately held me in a lying position, then gave him a full filled milk bottle.
"I'll put my suitcase in the trunk first." Alya nodded affirming Ardi's words.
The woman notices Ardi carrying a suitcase from the guest room and pulls it out to be one with his suitcase that is already in the car.
The return of Arya and Aura this time will be accompanied by Alya. After a dinner full of unexpected events, Alya decides to fulfill Ardi's request. He took three days off from work to join the Ardi and Yoga troupe that was returning to their hometown.
"Come, we're leaving now."
Yoga descends with Raga whom she takes hold of, while Nara holds Gana in her arms.
Alya also stood with Aura who was asleep in her arms. Ardi who had just entered swiftly opened the Aura gear bag and took out an instant sling like Nara had already used.
Not wanting to act past his limits, the man asked Mbak Indah for help to Alya put on the sling to be more comfortable carrying Aura with him.
Once everything is ready, they leave for the airport using two cars driven by Mr. Budi and Mr. Arif.
"Alya ...." Ardi's call made Alya turn her face towards the man sitting beside her.
"Thank you for your willingness to come home with me. I'm so happy, Al."
The radiance of happiness was clearly visible on Ardi's smiling face. He looked at his heart with a loving look. There was no longer any doubt in his heart to choose that woman as a companion to live forever.
Alya lowered her head as Ardi's gaze continued to be fixed on her. His heart was filled with blooming flowers, blissfully immeasurable. He silently smiled to himself as he looked at the ring that Ardi had given him that was coiled on his ring finger.
Although there were still many fears and traumas that had yet to fully recover, he tried to convince himself to dare to step forward. He did not want to lose his happiness for the second time.
Without her guessing at all, Ardi's hand suddenly stretched out toward his chest. Alya looked at the man and was already preparing to distance herself. But his intention was not done when he realized the direction of the man's hand was not as expected.
"I'm sorry, I just want to tidy this up."
Ardi's hand tidied the pasmina cloth that was previously pulled to the side, so that the chest was exposed and not covered with hijab. After his entire upper body was covered again, the man immediately pulled his hand and looked at Alya's appearance.
"It's neat and all covered, Al. Sorry if Aura made you a little messy."
Alya was nervous and held the shame of having misunderstood Ardi. Hurriedly he lowered his head to hide his reddened face. She smiled back as she watched her hijab which had been rearranged by the attentive doctor.
"You are more charming after the hijab, Al," praised Ardi sincerely without blinking, staring from beside the appearance of the woman of his first love.
Alya increasingly blushed to hear Ardi's praise. His smile was increasingly visible even though he was still restrained and tried to hide.
"When did you start wearing it?" ardi continued, still discussing the changes of his favorite woman.
"Since I asked him for a talaq and started our divorce proceedings." The smile that was previously still visible even though it was faint, now disappeared not left. Alya turned moody, remembering something she actually did not want to present anymore in mind.
The graceful hijab doctor shook his head and revealed a smile to the man he loved endlessly. He did have to get used to getting a lot of similar questions.
"It's okay. I had to learn to be more open and not avoid it anymore."
Alya was determined to be healed and happy. He will fight his fear and trauma. He wants to heal and he needs to heal.
"Help me to heal this wound, Di. I have to start doing the things my psychologist suggests. I have to open up and share with others I can trust. I must let go of the burden in my heart and no longer keep it to myself until it accumulates and further weakens me."
Alya looked at Ardi with sadness. He began to put a lot of hope on the man of his heart choice.
"I believe in you. That's why I want to share with you. I want to tell you everything. I also need you for my place to moan. I need you to support and strengthen myself. Please help me do all that."
With complete confidence Ardi nodded and looked at Alya fixedly. He wanted to convince the woman to be firm with her determination and not waver by the temptation that could pull her back to surrender and give up losing.
"definitely. Sure, Alya! You can and you can certainly. Never forget that there is a me who will always be by your side. Always remember my presence in your heart so you never feel alone again."
Alya followed Ardi, nodding without hesitation. Decorated her face with the most beautiful smile, among the tears that began to flow wet both cheeks.
O Allah, set my faith in what I have decided this time. Please, continue to guide me not to worry about this choice. My heart is so weak and helpless. I need him with me. I needed his presence to accompany me and strengthen my heart.
Ardi took out a handkerchief from his pants pocket. Then lovingly she wiped the tears on Alya's cheek with the small square cloth she was holding. The woman resigned, because both hands were still locked to support the tiny body of Aura in her arms.
Alya closed her eyes just like that as she felt the handkerchief begin to touch the surface of her face. He permeated every gentle movement of the cloth continuously on his face, clearing away the clear water droplets that were still left there.
His face warmed up instantly as he suddenly felt a breath that was poking a part of his cheek. Unbeknownst to Alya, Ardi had brought the face close to her ear.
A moment later, he heard a sentence spoken softly but firmly and very clearly.
"I love you, Alya. I miss the old you."
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