LOVE NARA

98 HISTORIC WOUNDS

"Darling ...."

Nara who was watching Raga walking along the edge of the sofa turned her head as the baby also looked towards her father. She smiled to welcome her husband back from the office.

"Raga, here ...!" Yoga knelt at the end of the sofa as she stretched out her arms, waiting for the baby to approach.

Sure enough, as usual the baby who was already very active in moving immediately accelerated his steps, creeping while his hands held on to the edge of the sofa.

His mouth was wide open, developing a carefree laugh with his trademark voice that made anyone who heard him feel anxious.

"Ah .. aah .. ah ...."

Getting closer to his father, the tiny hand was stretched forward trying to reach the man.

"Come, Son. Little more!" Yoga was still waiting while widening his smile.

Finally, the tiny hand managed to reach the body of the father who immediately clutched the body of his adorable herdsman.

"Aaa ..., clever raga!"

Yoga sat and held Raga while showering her with a kiss of affection on the baby's face. Nara came over and kissed her husband's hand.

"Aren't you usually going home sooner, Mom?"

Nara took out a Yoga bag and placed it on the workbench. Then she came back and helped take off her husband's shoes and socks, which were still busy picking Raga up and rocking her.

"Yes, Honey. Today there's no schedule of important meetings, so I can go home first."

Yoga took his wife for a while and kissed her forehead gently, making Raga pay attention to the behavior of her parents with innocent faces without sin.

Nara let the two of them play waiting for the afternoon to arrive. She went out of the room and went to the kitchen to make fresh fruit juice for her husband.

Soon she had returned to the room with a glass of fresh fruit juice for her husband. He took Raga from Yoga's lap and sat the baby on the carpet so that Yoga could drink the juice he had just made.

"Mam .. maam .. maamm ...."

Seeing his father holding a glass, the cute baby whined with his hands reaching up asking for a Yoga drink. Nara took the baby biscuits on the table and gave them one to hold and was bitten by Raga herself.

Yoga finished his drink and gave his empty glass to his wife. Nara cleaned the man's lips with her fingers and left a brief kiss there.

"I'll prepare the bath water for Raga."

Nara stood up and placed the glass on the Yoga desk, and went into the bathroom to prepare for her baby shower.

"Let me bathe Raga, honey. I also want to take a shower. Just get her a change of clothes."

Yoga followed to the bathroom with Raga who was already innocent without clothes in her sling. He himself was fully dressed.

Nara nodded and took Raga out of her arms and sat the baby in her bathtub, which was filled with lukewarm water.

Yoga followed after taking off her work clothes and wearing only shorts and home shirts. He took over Raga and played water with the baby while bathing her. Nara smiled and left them to prepare all the needs of her baby.

Ten minutes later, he picked up Raga who was still playing with water and wrapped her body in a beloved towel. He took the baby and sat on his desk to dress up.

Finished neatly dressed and scented, the baby cried out of thirst and Nara immediately sat on the sofa to give her breast milk. A few minutes later, the baby was already asleep in his sleep very easily.

Yoga came out of the bathroom, finding Nara had just placed Raga on her bed and was enveloping the baby. He hugged the body from behind and pampered for a moment on his shoulder.

Yoga kissed Nara's shoulder which made the woman feel amused and turned her body to face her husband.

"I love you too, Mom." Nara looked at that beautiful face without blinking.

Some made her stunned for a moment, when she saw her husband was still not wearing his top clothes. Something that caught his attention and only saw him again after many months.

There was an elongated incision scar there, making his own chest rustle smooth and thump later. He remembered that unforgettable day. The day she almost lost Yoga for good.

"What's wrong?" The heavy sound of Yoga was heard making Nara stare fixedly at the face of the man she loved.

His eyes were teary and almost shed tears. Her smile was stifled with lips that were shaking wanting to immediately spill out a cry.

"This. I remember this event." Nara's hand fingers touched the soft part she meant.

Carefully she touched the surface of the skin along the incision scar. The thing he had never done at all and as he was now doing it, his heart continued to rustle finely because of it.

During this time every time after bathing, Yoga always came out with neat clothes that Nara had prepared. The wound never wanted to be exposed even though Nara already knew about it. He did not want to make his wife sad if he saw her.

"Sorry, I haven't had time to prepare your clothes yet" Nara said without taking her eyes off the historic wound.

"It's okay, honey. I can get it myself later."

Yoga pressed the wife's hand with her hand, so that Nara's palm stuck perfectly over her husband's field chest. With great clarity she could feel the regular heartbeat of Yoga and calm her heart.

"I'm healed, honey. I've come back for you and our son."

Nodding and shedding tears, that was all Nara could do without a single word being able to speak from her lips. His heart was so pure that he chose silence and permeated all his feelings at this moment.

Pulling her hand away, Nara hugged Yoga's body and laid her head on the chest of the man's field. Next to his face was perfectly attached including his ears that instantly heard clearly the gentle throbbing of his heart.

His eyes were closed in his most comfortable place, a place that always made him feel calm, and now that place will always make him touched and remember the tearful moments he experienced with Yoga.

Slowly Nara kissed the wound, sorted it from top to bottom, kissed it gently and soulfully. His memory returns at a time when separation was almost between them.

Nara stopped her kiss and hugged her beloved husband tightly. His emotions can no longer be controlled. Her cries spilled there, in a place that holds many stories of the beginning of their love story.

A complicated love story that happened between them, which is not clear direction at the beginning of the marriage first. A love that was initially only one-sided and was reciprocated with hatred in Nara's heart for her husband.

A love filled with tears of sadness at first, but eventually turned into a cry of happiness that they now feel together, with the most beautiful love that has been tightly bound together and will never be separated forever.

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