Matchmaker Surprise

Chapter 37

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Nothing hurts more than losing, let alone losing a figure he hasn't seen yet. However, there are times when gratitude is present, because if he has seen it apparently, it may be difficult to let go feels greater.

Dara, the woman sat pensively on the hospital bed that had been her dwelling place since. When others prefer to sleep when the clock has shown at midnight like this, Dara was not able to close her eyes, especially to fall asleep like the others.

Disappointment, pain, and tightness have been mixed in his mind. Dara doesn't know what to do. The prospective child who for three months he guarded and cared for with all his heart must return to the lap of the Divine, without having time he timed with affection.

A regret also Dara felt, she regretted not being able to keep the care of God that she had been waiting for. Could it be that God was angry with her, so God took her future son?

Dara's mind feels very chaotic, especially Gervan is not yet known whereabouts. Is the kid okay? Has the child eaten? What if Gervan's cold? Dara felt ill-advised to be a parent.

Test ... test.

From the window glass, Dara can see the rain which was originally just a speck, now began to become heavy. The universe seems to know that in this hospital, there is a woman who is troubled. Rain seems to want to be friends, although sometimes the presence is not appreciated.

“Eungh.”

The moaning sound coming from a small child sleeping beside her made Dara look down, she glanced towards the sky that was closing her eyes.

“Mama,” murmured Sky with his hoarse voice. The sky rubbed its eyes for a moment and changed its sleeping position to sit. “Mama why not tidul?” The sky turned his gaze out the window for a moment, then looked back at Dara. “Can it's still night.”

Dara shook her head while smiling faintly. “Mama is not yet sleepy, dear. Eagle why wake up, is it still night?” dara asked, turning the Sky question upside down.

The sky did not answer, the five-year-old boy reached out his hand to Dara's face. The tiny hand felt soft when it touched Dara's skin.

“Mama why cry?” he asked when he realized the corner of Dara's watery eyes. “Mama is sad yes, if your sister is missing us?”

Dara closed her eyes for a moment, trying to push away the tears that seemed to want to rebel out. She can't look weak in front of her son. Dara should be a strong role model, and not cry easily.

“Maafin Eagle, Ma,” great-grandson Sky.

Dara opened her eyes again, she looked at the confused Sky.

“Why apologize, dear? Is Eagle wrong Mama?” he asked while stroking the child's hair softly.

“Maafin Eagle. Try the Eagle does not force Mama to celebrate Eagle's birthday, Bang Van must not be kidnapped equally evil, and Sister must also still be here,” explained Sky, Sky, her tiny hand stroked Dara's stomach which had returned to flatness, as tears slowly drenched her padlocked cheeks.

“This is not the fault of the Eagle. Everything that happens becomes God's power. Destiny that has been written since we were born is indeed this way. To face all this, we as human beings, can only ask and hope for help from God.”

“But, Ma. If Eagle's birthday is not celebrated, Eagle, Mama, Papa, and all of us, it is impossible to lose Bang Van as Brother,” denied the Sky, the boy's tears more and more flowing.

Dara lifted Sky's body up on her lap, stroking the boy's head—who was already leaning against her chest— lovingly.

“Elang, listen to Mama. God does not like His servants to blame His destiny. Nor does God like it when His servant blames himself for what happened. All the universe, as well as its contents, belong to God, and it is God who deserves us to believe, that His destiny and plan must be much better than what we imagine,”.

The sky nodded, his mouth occasionally letting out a sobbing sound.

“Telus, we smooth belsyukul or even the same God, Ma?” tanyakanya. Those round eyes stared innocently at Dara.

“We should be grateful, because God knows what is best for us. Although difficult, we must also learn sincerely about what happens to us. The best man, is he who is patient for the trials inflicted on him,” said Dara.

Can Dara be sincere in fast time? Dara wasn't sure she could. This pain continued to hit his feelings, as if there was an invisible sharp object that was constantly darting, piercing right in his heart. To breathe alone, Dara found it difficult.

“Yes already, Eagles drink first, after that sleep again,” he continued then took a glass that was on the nightstand near his safe. He gave the glass to the sky.

“Mama tidul too, huh? Hug while wiping the head of the Eagle,” said Sky, after drinking water.

Dara nodded, she lowered the Sky from her lap, laid the child's body down and lay down.

“Good sleep, Mama's son. Hopefully after waking up tomorrow, we will be given even greater patience,” said Dara, while kissing the forehead of the Sky.

Dara's hand pulled the blanket to cover the body of the two, hugged the Sky while rubbing the child's head, then closed his eyes, preparing to follow the dream realm. Dara hopes that she can meet the prospective child who has left her.

Without Heaven and Dara realized, Stevan continued to watch the two with smiling lips. He knows, it's all hard to get through, but what else? God had planned all of this long before they were present in this world.

Stevan got out of his sleep on the sofa, his feet moving towards Dara and Sky. The breath of the mother and child was already sounding regular. Stevan brought his face closer to Dara's. He pinned a kiss on the woman's forehead for a long time, as if channeling all sorts of raging flavors in his mind.

“Sorry we can't take care of our son,” said Stevan, full of regrets. “Whatever happens, I'm sure our family will get through it. I believe that, and I'll try to find Gervan's whereabouts as soon as possible, dear.” Stevan allowed Dara's sagging blanket to return to its original place.

He was tired, Stevan also needed to rest before facing something that might surprise him tomorrow. But, again, only God knows what will happen tomorrow, a week, or a century later.

To be continued ....