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Such was the accidental meeting between Tari and Dawn, from which Tari hesitantly told what happened to her father. However, the little woman did not tell why she chose to go pregnant.
Dari just said that he had a little problem that he could not tell.
"Tomorrow Brother must go, do you want to come with Brother?" ask Dawn with a hopeful face.
The woman took her breath before answering. "Sorry, Dance can't Sis."
Dawn already knew the answer that Tari gave, he just tried his luck. However, Dance is not her soul mate.
"Alright, Brother will be leaving tomorrow. You stay here, Bik Arum who will take care of you as long as Brother is not around" said Fajar with a serious face.
"How long has Brother been gone?"
"Maybe 3 more years, or it could be longer than that. I hope you are happy, don't cry anymore. And you ...." Dawn pointed at the flat stomach of Dance. The man seemed to be able to talk to the baby who was still as big as a peanut. "Take care of this beautiful woman, don't make her nauseous" said Fajar.
Dance laughed with her face, the woman shook her head at the funny behavior of Dawn.
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At the Batara family residence, Tama looks frustrated looking for the whereabouts of his wife. The man he had hired from his friend's acquaintance could not find his wife.
No wonder Tama had trouble finding his wife, because it was all because of the intervention of Dawn. The man will not make Tama's path smooth to find Tari, so that Tama is no longer arbitrary with the woman he loves.
The man scatters everything on his desk. The papers fell to the floor. Tama screamed loudly, she felt guilty for Tari and her son.
"I beg you to come back, Lord .. Give me one more chance, I promise I will love him sincerely and rightly."
Tama's body slid against the wall, she couldn't afford to lose Dance. The woman had already taken control of her heart, and with her body she only realized it after Tari left her with a million pains and disappointments.
"I'll never divorce you, I won't!" muttered Tama on the sidelines of her eyes that began to close.
6 Months passed, now Dance is wandering on the edge of the rice field. The beautiful woman rubbed her already bloated stomach.
Every now and then he smiled as he felt a kick from within his stomach, a feeling of happiness lingering in his heart. The condition of her healthy child makes Tari able to live her days in peace.
"Son, Mama misses Una so much. Una must be more beautiful," said Tari lirih.
Dance sighed, she stood up from her seat and entered the house. The woman held onto her leg which lately often feels sore.
"Son Tari, today's the schedule of the examination of the womb. Said Mr. Dawn, Nak Tari should eat enough, do not daydream often." Bik Arum arranged a dance lunch on the table.
Dari's forehead is folded, while her mouth is pursed. "Why did Kak Fajar never contact Tari directly?"
Bik Arum smiled wryly, the old woman rubbed Tari's shoulder gently. "Nak Dawn must have had a reason for that."
Dance nodded with a lethargic face. Since Dawn left, the man no longer contacted her. It was only with Bik Arum that the man left various messages so that Tari was not sad and many other things were conveyed by the man.
"Where is Bibik's cooking?" asked Bik Arum who was also sitting in the dining room.
"Eum delicious Bik, as usual Bik Arum cuisine tastes amazing!" Dance brandished her two thumbs with her mouth full of food.
Bik Arum chuckled amusedly at the behavior of the young mother-to-be in front of him.
"Hurry, finish the food. Today's schedule checks the contents," said Bik Arum.
"Ready Bibik Arum blaringly."
Bik Arum shook his head. They eat the food that has been served.
Dance with Bik Arum riding the car that Fajar deliberately prepared with one driver.
On the way to the hospital Tari felt restless, even the child in the womb also felt the same. Dance can feel her child moving actively.
"Not what Bik, just a little deg degan aja."
After spending almost an hour, Tari and Bik Arum finally arrived at the hospital.
They walked past the hospital lobby, fortunately they had already made an appointment. So it doesn't have to wait long. When Tari and Bik Arum entered the room of the obstetrician, they were immediately greeted with a warm smile.
Dance did some checks and the results were good. The child in her womb is developing perfectly.
"Well, the hotshot looks active, not as usual" said the doctor.
Dari was moved to look at the screen that displays the movement of her son. Usually his son moves occasionally, but today he is really active.
Bik Arum who was also in the room shed his tears. He was moved, Tari already he considered like his own daughter.
When they finished, they got out and walked towards the hospital parking lot. Once in the car, Dari immediately told the driver to stop by the super market to buy food that he could not get where he lives now.
"Bik Arum just wait here, Tari only buy one food only."
"But Nak—"
"It's okay Bik."
Finally Bik Arum nodded in agreement. Dance into the super market alone, he took the elevator to the center place where foodstuffs.
"T-Dance"
The deg!
That sound?
Dance turned her body, how surprised she was to see someone she had not seen for a long time. Dance tried to set her facial expression.
The elevator door opened, he hurried out. Tama held the hand of the woman he missed.
"Please be polite, you don't just touch people." Dance pulled back her hand.
Tama jerked, his eyes can not be separated from the face and belly distended Dance.
"You dance, my wife! And this is our son." Tama tried to reach out to Dance's hand again.
But the woman took a step back. "Sorry, I don't know you. Maybe it's the wrong person" said Tari to throw away his face.
"Tari me please don't do this. Go home, we miss you. Una's been sick since you left, she misses her mom, which is you."
A drop of water flowed from the corner of Dance's eye. But soon he turned his face in another direction.
"Let me please forgive my mistake, I love you so much, come back." Tama.
"Please don't embarrass me, I'm a spectacle for a lot of people right now."
Dance immediately turned her body, she undoes the intention to buy food that she had wanted to buy.
Not broken charcoal, the man followed where Dance went.
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