LOVE NARA

67 FEELING NEGLECTED

Nara brought her face closer to Yoga's face and whispered softly in her ear.

"I'm here, Ga. Get up and look at me."

Retracted his face slightly away, so that he could freely look at the handsome face that was deathly pale before him.

"Why did you sleep so long? I wait for you, always waiting for you ...."

Nara's tears continued to flow soaking her beautiful face which was being shrouded in sadness. Some of the clear details were dripping down on the surface of Yoga's face, as if to say hello, asking him to get up and open his eyes.

Nara let her tears stick to Yoga's face. He wanted the man to feel his presence.

Tidying up the child's hair that covers his forehead, then the touch of fine hairs that begin to appear on the edge of the face, also above his lips.

It has been a week that the face is not well maintained, but still does not reduce the charm of good looks.

Nara sat back with her cold, weak hand to Yoga. Sometimes she kissed the back of her husband's hand with all her feelings, no matter what the name of the feeling.

This first time he dared to do Yoga, because usually the man who always touched it first, hugged and kissed it with affection.

"Didn't you want to meet your son? The seed you once planted forcibly in my womb, has now been born and is your heir. Don't you want to be responsible for his birth?"

Nara tries to provoke a Yoga response by remembering the events that happened between them first, which finally opens the door of their united destiny until this very second.

"Everyone says that you are good, even very good. Then, why did you do such a bad thing to me and now will just leave me alone? Is that what you call good?"

Nara continued to pour out her heart, her disappointment, her sadness, all of it removed. He hopes all of that can arouse the feeling of Yoga, make him aware and open his eyes again.

"They say that you love me very much and want to always make me happy. Then, why are you going to go and make me sad like this? Is this how you love me? By leaving me alone with our son?"

Yoga remained unmoved, not the least showing movement or answers, making Nara grow firmer crying nonstop.

"Wake, Ga! Lookatme! You must wake up, you must not leave! I'm here, I'll continue with you!"

Sobbing sedan Nara cries vanishing her feelings. For some reason her heart was so wounded seeing her husband's condition, as if she herself also felt the pain that Yoga suffered.

Suddenly he remembered the son, whom he had left in the room with Mom and Dad. He looked at Yoga's face carefully until he was amazed in his heart at the beautiful face of the husband even though he looked so pale at this time.

He began to regulate his breathing, relieve his stuffing and tried to speak calmly.

"You must hurry back, Ga. You should see our son soon. You haven't judged him. You haven't given him a name yet. You haven't even hugged and kissed her."

"He's very handsome. He's like you, very similar to you. He's your flesh and blood, he's your descendant, he's your successor. And he's our son, Ga."

"How much longer can he hold on, Doc?"

Ardi was afraid to think about the health condition of his little friend. He tried in various ways. Ask for help here and there, looking for information to all hospitals that can be contacted, even to go abroad by relying on some of his acquaintance doctor colleagues there.

"As long as the condition is stable and no further trauma occurs, we still have little hope and can keep trying."

Doctors who handle Yoga intensively convey the answer.

"As a result of the accident, his condition became increasingly weak. We need to get to the latter right away, before it's too late and free."

Ardi was hopeless. Though unlikely, he believes the miracle of God is always with those who never give up until the last point.

"Hopefully Nara can make it last longer, as we continue to strive for the final step. Nara was the spirit of her life all along."

"In addition to the presence of their child, I am sure he will be more motivated to recover. For the sake of the two of them, he would definitely continue to endure and fight."

Meanwhile elsewhere, Alan keeps thinking of Nara and Yoga. It is undeniable, lately his attention is more gushing for Nara than Sasha. And it was felt by Sasha.

The woman feels neglected and makes her think that Alan has not fully considered himself meaningful to have. He begins to feel that Alan is only making his presence an escape for the failure of his past love.

"Is he still more important than me, Lan?"

At night in the living room of Alan's house, Sasha spills her heart out on the lover.

"It's not like that, Sha. I just ...." Sasha cut her words quickly.

"You just keep thinking about it without caring about how I feel!" Sasha expressed the feelings she had been holding back for a few days.

Alan closed his body to Sasha's body and hugged her tightly. She felt regret in the corner of her heart for ignoring her own lover to think about the situation of another woman who was no longer who she was.

He felt Sasha's shoulders move slowly accompanied by a soft sobbing heard by him. Apparently the woman actually felt her heart hurt by Alan's attitude.

"I'm sorry, Sha ...."

Alan kissed the top of Sasha's head and continued to gently caress her unraveled hair. He wiped the lover's back to relieve his tears that had spilled unstoppably.

"I don't mean what you think it is. I love you, Sha. You are the most important to me."

Sasha grew sobbing and shed her tears to wet the chest of Alan's field that he made a place to lean.

"Your lips say love me, but your heart and mind are only on him. Is that what you call love? Do you really love me?"

Sasha pulled her head and straightened her face, then looked at Alan with a face that was still wet and flushed. Their gazes met, with a sad feeling that enveloped the two.

"Listen to me, Sha. Not only did I think about it, but I also thought about Yoga, her husband who was still critical and unconscious. I also thought of their newborn child in the midst of his family's sad atmosphere like this."

"And I'm not the only one acting like that. Ardi is just like me. Beno. Everyone thinks of them, Sha."

With both hands, Alan cupped Sasha's face so that their gaze locked each other in silence.

For a moment of silence. The atmosphere turned into shahdu. Alan felt his chest pounding hard, feeling claustrophobic yet creating warmth in his heart.

"Please forgive me if my unconscious attitude has made you feel neglected and forgotten by me."

Sasha was silent listening to Alan's entire explanation. His heart was a little calmer because of it, but there were still those who stuck up and made his heart doubt.

"Tell me, Sha. In what way do I have to prove my point? So you can trust me and my feelings for you?"

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