LOVE NARA

84 GET UP AND HUG ME

"Ga ...."

Nara's shrill voice grew increasingly stifled when she saw the man lying helplessly, with his eyes tightly closed as if refusing to reopen it for even a moment.

For the second time Yoga was in the room, again unconscious on the bed with a condition that was more severe than before.

Nara strolled toward Yoga's body, which was still full of medical equipment. Up on the side of the bed, his tears flowed more and more when he found something he had never seen before.

A stitch scar extended in the middle of his chest, when the man had surgery a few months ago, as he left for a month to leave his residence and leave his beloved wife.

Emboldened to touch and feel on the part, Nara's heart spontaneously beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of Yoga felt through her hand that is still above the man's chest.

"Ga, why are you hiding all this from me? Why?"

Nara did not care about the increasingly loud stuff. If she could, she wanted her cries this time to wake Yoga back up and keep her husband with her.

Staring at the scar of the stitches, Nara's heart was slashed increasingly sore and bitter. Yoga never once undress or change clothes outside the bathroom.

He deliberately hid and always covered her with the clothes she was wearing, so that Nara and others would never see and know what happened to her.

Nara drew her face closer to Yoga's chest and kissed her gently and wholeheartedly, accompanied by the roar of tears that fell soaking her husband's body.

"If this cry can make you come to your senses and come back to me, then I will continue to cry for you. And if this kiss of mine can make your heart beat faster and restore its normal function, then I will continue to give you my kiss, Ga."

"Please, wake up. Open your eyes and see me here who will always be there for you, with you and with you forever, Ga!"

Nara put her head over Yoga's chest. The chest that had always made him feel calm and comfortable while leaning and spoiled on the man.

Now, her cheek is in direct contact with the skin on the chest surface of her husband's field overgrown with fine, thin fur that is almost invisible if she does not pay close attention to it.

"Ga, what do you want from me? What do you want from me? Tell me and I'll do it for you, whatever it is! But please, wake up. Come back because me and Raga need you and love you so much ...."

Nara continued to lay her face down on Yoga's chest and placed her hands on her left chest, feeling one by one the regular-sounding pulses in it and hoping that the heart would continue to carry out its duties unceasingly.

"You remember, Ga. We have a lot of dreams that we have to create together. Don't you want us both to live happily ever after?"

"We also have a responsibility to look after and care for our child's body. He needs you, Ga. He needs a father figure who will always be his role model and educate him to be a great man just like you."

Nara continued to speak as if Yoga heard her and that was what she hoped for. Yoga will hear all his words and will open his eyes again to himself.

"Now I know everything, Ga. You no longer have to hide anything from me. Shouldn't a couple be honest and open to each other in any way? Let's do that from now on, Ga!"

Nara let her tears continue to come out and flow wet the entire chest of Yoga until it fell completely to the side of her husband's body.

"From now on I will always be honest and will not hide anything from you anymore, Ga. I'll confess all my feelings, I won't deny it anymore, I'll tell you honestly."

"But you have to get up first, so you can see and hear it firsthand as I reveal the truth of my feelings for you, Ga."

After learning everything from Ardi, Nara had promised herself that she would give up her whole heart and life to Yoga. She will be a full-fledged wife to her husband. He will receive and accompany Yoga for the rest of his life.

"O Allah, please grant the prayers and supplications of the servant this time. Heal Yoga, O Allah. Heal the servant's husband. Give her a chance to feel the happiness she's been hoping for."

"Hamba promised to live up to his expectations. The servant will make her happy and always be with her. Give it up, O God. Censure ...."

The day changed and time kept turning. Hours, minutes and seconds continue to roll on their axis. Doctors Danu and Ardi are still trying to find a suitable donor for Yoga.

No matter where and at whatever cost, they are never discouraged to keep looking in the race of time that continues to race with them.

In his room, Yoga fights with death, risking his life and trying to fight the resignation that originally crossed his mind.

But when yesterday in the weakness of his consciousness, he had heard some of Nara's words that made him cling back to his small family, with his beloved wife and their beloved baby.

Today is the third day on which Yoga continues to struggle to survive for the rest of the time that it does not know until when it still has to strive in an effort to achieve its recovery.

As the day before, this morning Nara had returned to the hospital to accompany Yoga in her room. For a time, Raga he entrusted to his family who asked him to stay at the Yoga residence, Yoga, so that Mother can be accompanied by Aunt Asih and other household assistants to take turns to keep her tiny baby who has begun to be active and more often awake.

"I'm here again, Ga. Comeon, getup. Open your eyes and look at me who misses you so much."

Nara kissed Yoga's hand and forehead, whenever she came and came back. Staring longingly at the handsome face that now looms over her at all times, the woman tries to smile amid the distress she feels in her heart.

His gaze occasionally turned to the husband's chest, only to be sure that there were still signs of life that Yoga showed through his heart rate and spontaneous breath.

His heart was always worried, afraid that the time that never awaited would come, taking Yoga away and never coming back with him.

"I miss your warm embrace. I miss your mess. I miss your tender kiss that always makes my heart vibrate and happy."

Nara embraced Yoga, spread her head over her husband's chest, closed her eyes and solemnly offered prayers and pleas for the miracle she hoped for.

"Wake, Ga. Get up and hug me." Nara spoke with her eyes still closed.

Without realizing it, there was a weak movement of Yoga's right hand, which then lifted slowly and embraced and rubbed Nara's back gently. After that, there was a soft voice that she missed so much.

"I love you, dear ...."

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