Match Again
S2 Episode 1's
The whole family gets together again. When after seeing a renowned heart specialist in the city, Raka and Zia were advised to immediately choose between the baby who was conceived or Zia's life because the condition would get worse if not immediately taken action.
This fact is indeed difficult to accept, inevitably they have to make a decision. This is the best road.
“I have decided, Zia who will stay alive,” Sergeh Raka so that makes the three of them immediately turn their heads.
“What are you saying, baby? No, I don't accept your decision. Ma, tell him don't be like that.” Zia walked towards Claris asking to explain to Raka.
Clarys was silent. He himself is being positioned in difficult circumstances. How could he advise Raka, while she herself was in a state of confusion.
“I've decided, Zia. I'd be sicker if I had to lose you than our baby. Let him who is pure without sin go, he will be gathered with us in heaven. He would also understand that his mother's life was important to his father. He will also know, if the mother goes, m—maybe, his father will also go.”
“Raka!” Zia came back to Raka and sat down next to him. She cupped the husband's face with a teary look.
“Never say such words again. I hate that, I don't like that. This baby will live, I've decided. If you love me, you will respect my decision. Tomorrow morning the operation will be done so today, is my last day with k—kalian, which you should know, I will be happy if I see this baby happy. A-me, i-”
Zia's words were cut off because she couldn't hold back tears. With quivering lips he said, “I'll be quiet there.”
“Didn't you love me anymore, Zia? Am I not valuable to you? Why can you say it like that. You will live, Zia,” said Raka with a teary look on the wife's face.
“You can't be like this. We must immediately make a choice, time is not much, Raka,” said Mama Clarys.
“Please appreciate, my decision. This baby will live, I'll go. Please respect my decision,” kekeh Zia.
“T—but, Zia.” Mama Clarys looked up at Zia who was standing between the three of them sitting down.
Like a wound that is slashed after it is given salt. Raka's heart was very hard to accept this reality. Moreover, he must respect Zia's decision to let go forever.
“Alright, Zia if that is your decision. I can't oppose that, you're more entitled, for everything your decision is the best choice for all of us.” Raka slammed into the room without excuse.
Zia's body was instantly warped. He dropped down on the sofa with a blank look. Her tears drained until she did not come out again. Going to leave the people closest to him is hard, especially Raka the husband.
But he also cannot be selfish by thinking about himself. There are babies to be saved, who need affection from all of them.
He has been happy enough all this time. They always spoil her like a queen, all her requests are always obeyed by Raka.
Now he wants to ask for the last time. That is, in order to keep the baby alive and happy among them.
“Zia, go to the room, son. Talk this over with Raka nicely. If you keep insisting on your decision -” Clarys can't hold back her tears.
Vita was crying, covering her face with both hands.
“Yes Lord, when this ordeal will end, give us a miracle, give us a little way to happiness. I can't help it,” beg Vita in my heart, raise your face to hold back tears, though still in vain.
“Ma—Vita, excuse me to go to the room first, I have a lot to prepare for tomorrow's needs. I'll check all for this baby, I'll make sure nothing is lacking in the least.” Zia immediately stepped away from before Vita and the Clarys.
They both cried until they sniffled. Not able to see Zia like that, even she still had time to prepare the needs of her baby in this situation.
Raka stared at the reflection of herself in front of the mirror. How helpless he is to be a man, unable to save his wife even if he wants to. The man was angry with himself with his hands clenched, even he hated seeing his own reflection.
PRANGS!!
He struck the glass with his fist until fresh pieces of blood flowed from his handbooks and left them in the broken mirror.
Even though the blood was flowing, he felt nothing. Even his gaze was blank without expression.
Zia who had just entered the room immediately rushed to the bathroom when she heard the sound of broken glass from there. The worry immediately went to Raka the husband. He ran a little to see if things were okay.
“Raka!” With a breath of chest up and down Zia immediately approached Raka.
His eyes were fixed on Raka's hand that was flowing blood like a chicken was being cut. Soon Zia grabbed that hand and led Raka to the room.
In a panic she let her husband sit on the edge of the bed. While he was scattering looking for a P3K medicine box that was in the drawer. After getting the box, he brought it near Raka.
With a feeling of worry he looked at that empty face of Raka. “Darling, your injuries are so deep. I'd better call doctor.” Zia will pick up her phone.
“Do, Zia. How good it is that this wound will remain, it will show how helpless I am as a husband.”
Zia immediately turned her head and abandoned her intention to contact the doctor. The woman came back closer to Raka sitting next to her. He took a bottle of alcohol. “Hold, this will feel sore,” he said.
He poured the alcohol into Raka's wound. But the man shook his head, not showing any expression. After that he cleaned the remnants of blood on Raka's hand and wrapped the four injured fingers with gauze.
Raka's empty gaze was instantly sidetracked upon hearing the small stuffing escape from Zia's mouth. The man's eyes immediately shifted to look at the wife.
“Zia, are you crying baby?” his tanyanya was accompanied by worry.
