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"Oh yeah, sunday? I forgot.. Are you going to stay here?" ask Ray to Tisha.
"Hem. like he doesn't, but tomorrow morning I'll be here again" Tisha prepares to go home and hold her sling bag.
"Well, I'll take you home" Ray said with a smile and moved out of bed.
"You're sick, Rasya and I can go home alone" Tisha said, pushing Ray's body gently into bed.
"Let's go home, I forgot I haven't done PR" Rasya told his mother.
"Dear, brother, I go home first. You rest" Tisha said with a gentle smile.
The hair smile that Ray rarely sees leaves him stunned, Tisha's attitude and Tisha's words also show her concern. Where is Jaim Tisha's attitude? Never mind, it's better Ray doesn't ask anymore. What matters is that Tisha has softened on him. Tisha's tenderness makes Ray comfortable, and strengthens him to immediately propose to Tisha.
Their marriage used to be on a contract basis, there were no proposals, engagements, let alone romantic proposals. They are married with a less pleasant atmosphere, this time Ray wants to create beautiful and memorable memories for Tisha and their future marriage.
Chequers..
Andrew and Grace are already at the door, they intend to visit Mr. Faisal. How surprised Grace, as soon as she saw the figure of the woman who was declared dead 6 years ago was in front of her still alive.
"You.. Latisha, are you alive?!"grace asked with round eyes in surprise, her hands closing the gaping mouth.
Andrew was no less surprised, he recognized the face of Tisha as the ex-wife of his best friend.
"Mom Grace!!" tisha greeted the beautiful woman, with a faint smile on her lips.
"I didn't believe Sam before who said you were alive, but it turned out to be real. And you're with a child??" Grace smiled happily, she saw a child beside Tisha who was similar to Ray.
"Yes ma'am, I'm still alive" Tisha replied
Grace who wanted to ask her husband forgot because she was happy to meet Tisha and Rasya there. Finally, Tisha and Grace chatted a little. Tisha tells about her life during these 6 years, and takes care of Rasya alone.
Andrew was chatting with Ray.
"I'm so happy that you're alive. And you're with your son too. Geez, it's funny" Grace said with a smile on Rasya.
"Rasya, you haven't greeted Aunt Grace yet." Tisha told her son.
"Oh yes ma, Rasya forgot" Rasya patted his eel, the little boy immediately kissed Grace's hand politely and introduced himself. "Hi Aunt in the know, my name is Rasya"
"Hi Rasya, you can call Aunty..Aunt Grace" Grace smiled kindly at the child.
Grace looks happy to meet Tisha, at asking Tisha to call her sister like she used to. She also asks Ray to never let go of Tisha and her child again.
"Just calm down, Grace, this time I'll tie them down firmly. So they can't escape" Ray tells Grace, glancing at Tisha and Rasya.
Ray's gaze on her made Tisha's heart beat fast.
"Of course, they have my life now and forever" Ray looked at Tisha and Rasya full of love, affection.
This time I will not lose you again, I will do anything to keep you together with me.
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3 Days later, Mr. Faisal's condition is still the same. He was still in a coma, and during those 3 days Tisha and Ray became closer. Dean and Daniah also visited the hospital to look after Mr. Faisal. They took turns to look after Mr. Faisal voluntarily.
One day, Tisha and Ray were looking after Faisal in the ward. They were having lunch together with the food brought by Tisha.
"It feels so good, if only I could taste this food every day"
"I'll cook for you, if you want" replied Tisha, sipping juice through a straw.
Ray immediately turned to look at Tisha, he was really made to be amazed by Tisha's gentle demeanor lately.
"Tisha, actually why did your attitude suddenly become good? I'm not unhappy with your attitude, but I'm just surprised" Ray can't help his curiosity anymore, he asks Tisha what made the woman change.
"Hiks.hiks.." Tisha was crying.
"Eh? Why are you crying?" ray asked frantically seeing the woman suddenly cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry about you.." Tisha cries, regretting that she has not believed in Ray's loyalty in the past.
"I'm sorry? Wh why? What are you wrong?" Ray wipes Tisha's tears with his tender hands. Her gaze implied anxiety to Tisha.
"Because I don't believe in brother, because I'm greedy expecting brother's love. When we get married I should know myself, if our marriage is just a contract that obviously has no feelings. But I was expecting love from my sister, something I shouldn't have expected. And I'm sorry, because I can't believe that you're loyal to me, Ms. Zevanya told me everything that you didn't do that with her. I'm sorry sis.." Tisha says everything in her heart, her regrets and her apologies for the past.
Ray smiled happily, then he hugged Tisha. There was a sense of relief in his heart because he and his Zevanya had not done anything beyond bounds. "Have it, don't apologize anymore.it's all going to happen, after all you already know the truth. We have forgiven and regretted each other for the past. We'd better forget those memories, let's start all over"
Tisha nodded, she was in Ray's warm embrace, "Yes, let's start from the beginning"
"Yes, if that's not crying anymore" Ray stroked Tisha's head. In the end all the truth is revealed, nothing can stand in the way of them praying to get back together. What stuck in Tisha's heart was already exposed and eliminated, with an apology.
Tisha looked towards Faisal sir, at a glance she saw Mr. Faisal's hand move. Tisha immediately released herself from Ray's embrace, and approached the grandfather hurriedly.
"Tisha, what's wrong?" ray asked in wonder because Tisha let go of her embrace just like that.
"Sister, look at this! Grandpa, grandpa's hands are moving!" Tisha was excited, seeing Mr. Faisal's finger moving slowly.
"Seriously you?!" Ray approached Tisha and Faisal.
Slowly Mr. Faisal opened his eyes.
"Grandfather!!" Tisha and Ray call Mr. Faisal who just woke up from the coma.
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