Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 102. Don't Stop loving me

To be a concern 💕

In this chapter there is a photo of the collarbone X-ray and 2-dimensional USG. For those who are not comfortable can be skipped next.

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Don't Stop loving me

- Taken from the lyrics of the song titled "Don't Stop Loving Me" sung by Titi DJ-

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Days Without you

Jakarta

Design

He was concentrating fully on freeing himself from the merciless pursuit of the Lycans, when the sound of microwave beeps stopped. First, he chose to be indifferent. Attention remains focused on the television screen. But a loud sound like a falling object made him immediately run to the kitchen to find out.

"Aante!" He was surprised to see Pocut's aunt lying on the kitchen floor.

But the sound of beeps coming back and the hissing of the stove fire made him first take food from the microwave and then turn off the stove.

"Aunty is okay?" He grabbed Aunt Pocut's shoulder to get up. But his stepmother was precisely hissing and grimacing in pain with a clouded sweat.

That instant his heart immediately stopped beating. The shadow of his face as he asked him to speak in the hotel lobby before he and the others returned to Jakarta suddenly flashed.

"As long as I'm gone, please take care of Mama." Dad patted her shoulder slowly.

"Aunty sick?" He's astonished. Because throughout his vision, Aunt Pocut always looks healthy.

"No." My father smiled. "Wait for the news."

He did not ask or ask for an explanation about the exact news that you mentioned. He even forgot about it. Drowning in intensive training sessions ahead of the implementation of Popkot (town student sports week) and a school task that must be pursued so as not to be left behind from classmates.

But the strange habit of Aunt Pocut who suddenly likes to wear father's clothes all day. Then hoek hoek's voice in the bathroom every morning, reminding him back to the conversation with dad. Is it like his guess?

"Please help Dad" said the father in an overzealous voice over the phone. "Ingetin mama don't get tired."

"What kind of sick aunt?" He asked, even though he had his own guess. "Every morning vomiting."

My voice sounded more and more full of smiles. "Dad tipped mama and sister-to-be."

Prospective sister.

Now his eyes immediately agilely check the floor where Aunt Pocut fell. Thank God, there's no trace of anything there. Then switch to researching the feet of Aunt Pocut anxiously. Like the mandatory scenes in a film when the main character has an accident.

"Filuuuh!" He immediately exhaled a sigh of relief once he knew his worries were unproven. Aunt Pocut's legs look clean without scars or fresh blood flowing.

He hurriedly grabbed the shoulder of Aunt Pocut. "Slow down, Tan."

With a slow motion that is quite time consuming, finally Aunt Pocut can sit on the kitchen floor.

"What's the pain, Tan?"

Aunt Pocut seemed to force herself to shake her head and smile. "We're eating now? The hunt's getting night."

It sums up Aunt Pocut's shoulder to stand on. But hiss complained even though he was caught by his ears.

"Sick, Tan?" Ask can't hide the anxiety.

Aunt Pocut grimaced with a smile that was clearly forced. "It seems like you should sit for a while."

He guided Aunt Pocut to sit on the dining chair that was located closest.

"Tante is here. I took my own meal," he hurried back to the kitchen. Take a plate and fill it with rice and side dishes.

He is really hungry. Since noon his stomach has not been filled with heavy food. Only occasionally snacking on raisins and almonds is always available in the living room.

He eats quickly. Eat rice with meat soup and tofu. Enjoy the delicacy of Aunt Pocut cuisine that is second to none. Quality assurance. While occasionally glancing towards Aunt Pocut who was still grimacing while holding the left shoulder.

"It's still sick, Tan?" He sipped a glass of water as a cover.

"Mama's Hand ...." Aunt Pocut held onto her left arm while grimacing in pain. "feel pain. Can't be moved."

He approached Aunt Pocut with concern. "So that fell to the left, huh, Tan?"

Aunt Pocut nodded.

He is not a boy scout or PMR (teenage red crossbreed) who get special debriefing material about injuries due to accidents. But he is a swimmer who has a keen intuition about injuries. Aunt Pocut fell in a sideways position. Using the left shoulder as a pedestal to hold the weight of the body. And now the pain can't be moved. Only one possible answer .. broken.

"Where are you going, Mum?" Excited aunt Pocut because he without ba bi bu scattering into the room intending to pick up a cell phone.

"Don't call dad," prevent Aunt Pocut with a trembling voice. "Tonight I was attending a dinner at the Governor's office."

He glanced at the screen of the phone showing the writing, and,

Dialing Daddy ....

"Please call me Eagle alone," continued Aunt Pocut again. "Don't make you worry."

Coinciding with the authentic voice from across, "Yes, sir? A wazap?"

He did not immediately answer because the sound of music and singing that became the background of the phone father more clearly heard.

"What's up, Rise?" Repeat father while responding to jokes from others and laughing. While the music and singing melodious sounds are heard increasingly blaring.

"Please call me Eagle, Mas," Aunt Pocut again.

He swallowed the saliva before saying quickly. "No, Dad. Just squeezed."

Call ended Dad ....

Then immediately ran to the terrace to call the eagle who is on guard duty tonight.

"My allowance goes to the ER, ma'am. To be dealt with immediately." The response of the Eagle was no less nervous than he was. "Father told us that our main task was to make sure Mom was okay."

Even the journey to, ride, and while in the car becomes a hard effort in itself. Every second that passes shows the more paled the face of Aunt Pocut along with a subtle hiss a sign of being able to withstand the pain.

"I give pain medication, yes," said the ER doctor who examined Aunt Pocut. "After this, please do X-rays and CT Scan."

Om Elang permission to take care of administration and registration. While he tailed wherever Aunt Pocut went. Noticing anxiously how the nurse cut off the sleeves before the X-ray procedure is performed. Because Aunt Pocut really can not move the arm to remove the shirt.

"Bring a change of clothes, right?" The nurse asked him.

He just shakes weakly. Never thought if I had to prepare a change of clothes.

"Not thinking, huh?" The nurse smiled. "Then, I'll go home wearing clothes from the hospital."

As long as Aunt Pocut was in the radiology room, she walked back and forth around the waiting room without any definite purpose. The word X-ray and CT Scan sounds quite scary. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to Aunt Pocut while I'm not home.

Credit photo: My lovely sister 💕

"Mother has a broken clavicula (nose) on the left" a radiology specialist pointed at the red on the screen. "It seems that due to the falling position resting on the arm. I suggest seeing an orthopedic surgeon immediately for further action."

But no orthopedic specialist is still on duty at this late time.

"Now I give a buffer first yes, ma'am," said the guard doctor in the ER while installing an arm sling (for which the arm) on the left arm of Aunt Pocut. "Don't move much, let alone overdo it. I also prescribed pain medication. Tomorrow don't forget to see an orhthopedic surgeon."

Aunt Pocut is allowed to go home. He himself pushed a wheelchair and helped Aunt Pocut ride in the car.

"Be careful, Tan," he exclaimed anxiously as Pocut's left arm nearly touched the edge of the car door.

He couldn't even stop saying the words carefully, Tan along the way every time Aunt Pocut moved. Until the car that was later by the Eagle stopped in the yard.

"What time do I take you to the doctor in the morning, ma'am?"

"In the morning," he said quickly answered the question om Eagle representing aunt Pocut who was in trouble down the car.

But Aunt Pocut still had time to chimed in. "Tomorrow I will be delivered by Mr. Agus."

He accompanied Aunt Pocut to the room. Helps open the bed cover and prepare the pillow. Ensure the AC flame is not too cold. Covering Aunt Pocut to feel comfortable. Put the phone on the nightstand as requested by Aunt Pocut. And then stood there not knowing what else to do.

"Thank you, Mum." Aunt Pocut smiled. "Mama is better. Now I'm just sleeping."

He nodded. But before turning around, he ventured to say. "Ng .. if Auntie needs help, I'll just scream right here."

"Yes." Yeah." Aunt Pocut is still smiling.

"I need to tell you, Grandma? A uti? Icad?"

Aunt Pocut shook her head. "Don't first. Let's tell you tomorrow after seeing an orthopedic doctor."

He intends to sleep. But his body seems to have excess energy so that both eyes can never be closed. His head was still crammed with worries about the state of Aunt Pocut. He also decided to pick up drowsiness by playing PS. Continuing the escape adventure from the attack of the Lycans forces.

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Pocktail

As soon as Reka closed the room door, she grabbed the phone tucked away on the nightstand. Checking the incoming notification in case Tama had called when she went to the hospital earlier.

3 Missed calls

Papa Tama's

Sure enough, he took a deep breath. Saving the phone back on the nightstand after setting the alarm in the middle of the night as a reminder has not yet done Isya prayer. Then position yourself to sleep in a half-sitting state. So that it is not difficult when you wake up because your left hand is in a sling.

Drowsiness and fatigue managed to get him to dreamland in a short time. But the stomach that feels pain like a cramp suddenly returns full consciousness even though the alarm has not sounded.

Is it because of hunger? Or stomach ulcer because the stomach has been filled long enough without food? The last thing to remember is enjoying a piece of cake at Grace's house. Though lately, he more quickly feel hungry and doyan eat snacks all the time.

With a slow motion and a little restrained, he tried to get up about to go to the bathroom. But when he arrived outside, he was surprised by the existence of Reka who fell asleep in the middle room. In front of the television, the entire screen displays a blue color.

He turned off the television before entering the bathroom. Absolutely not expect to find a small waste of water in the form of a brownish red blood clot that is very surprising.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim." He was flabbergasted with a broken heart. What the hell's going on?

But the pain that returns to the lower abdomen like cramping, can no longer be held let alone ignored. Instantly raises fear, anxiety, and worry if something bad has happened. Is it because he fell?

He even had to close his eyes when he felt the urge to urinate again. But something felt coming out from within provoked his courage to find out. And his heart again melos once caught a flash of a long pink sheet that was also washed away by the whirlpool.

With a shivering body he forced himself to perform Isha prayers. Ignoring the signs that have actually been bright. I hope and feel very hopeful that everything is okay.

"Good, son." He rubbed his stomach with a bad feeling. "Wait for papa to come home, baby. I'm sorry you haven't been to the doctor."

He also received the Qur'an. Read the letter of As-Sajdah, Al-Mulk, and the last two verses of the letter of Al-Baqarah wholeheartedly. In an effort to calm down from the rampage of disturbing bad thoughts.

He is still muttering. "Rabbana wala tuhammilna ma la thaqata lana bih, wa'fu'anna waghfirlana warhamna ..." © while closing your eyes. I really hope that tomorrow morning when I wake up, everything is fine no less something. Fine nothing less.

And his anxiety gradually evaporated when dawn came and went to the bathroom, he no longer had abdominal pain or blood clots. Only pink spots that seem nothing to worry about. Because it has become a routine thing that is always experienced every early pregnancy.

"Are you ready, Tan?" Welcome the Reka who immediately frowned as soon as she saw it coming out of the room.

"You can't change clothes, Mom." He smiled as he touched the uniform of the hospital patient he had been wearing since last night.

Yuni offered to help her change clothes. That means, he must remove the arm brace and then put it back on. Too complicated. It's been like this.

"Wear this alone yes, later coated papa jacket so it is a bit fashionable," he continued amused.

The design nodded with a quick movement. "Cool, really. Oya, before you go, breakfast first, Tan."

His smile in an instant changed into a fragrant taste. When he saw a plate of toast and a glass of milk on the table.

"The one that made it?" He hurriedly pulled out a chair and sat on it so that the puddle that began to fill the eye patch was slightly disguised.

The design nodded while blushing.

He also bit the toast which turned out to contain the favorite chocolate pasta of children. "Enak, Mas," he murmured solemnly.

Sweet and heartwarming, but only in the heart.

He helped her up the car, kept her left arm from hitting the door when she got out of the car, pushed a wheelchair for her, and looked at her anxiously as the orthopedic specialist gave her an explanation.

"The injury to my mother was quite severe. The broken bone is very prominent. It's been about the network around the fault. If not immediately done action, it is feared will further tear the skin tissue."

The doctor scheduled surgery for his collarbone pen in the afternoon. That morning he went straight to the treatment room. Never thought that Mamak and bu Niar would come to see him in the treatment room.

"Sorry, Tan," muttered Reka with her head bowed. "I had to call grandma the same."

Madam Niar immediately hugged her. While mamak gave a full gaze of inquiry wrapped in a sense of worry that could not be covered. "The cage is okay?"

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly quiet. My mom still looks at him. So did Reka and Niar who were surprised to hear the word content.

"Pocut .. pregnant?" Ask Miss Niar with caution.

She has not reported the pregnancy news to Ms. Niar. And feel more unwell because it turns out, Tama also has not been able to share this happy news with the mother.

"Sorry, Ma." He gulped in thought of the brownish blood clot he encountered last night. "We plan to tell mama after Mas Tama returns from Papua."

Bu Niar smiled haru as he clasped his hand tightly. "It's okay. What matters now, Pocut and utun are fine. It was obgyn-checked, right?"

The headband made mamak and Niar's mother look at him full of anxiety.

But an hour later, the anxiety of mamak and bu Niar moved many times to him. Feels heavy and stifling. When he looks at the screen that displays the results of the USG.

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"What is seen here is only the bag," explained the obstetrician they met. "Normally at 10 or 11 weeks gestation, the fetus already meets about 30% of the sac. But these are just dots."

And the next utterance is like a sharp bullet fired at him in a row. Desperate without a chance to make a choice. Fall down.

"Mother is having an empty pregnancy, the fetus can not develop perfectly, I recommend immediate curettage."

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Jayapura, Papua

Tama

When you get a call from,

Mama

Tumben mama called, her inner wonder. "Yes, Ma?"

Mama was obviously chatting asking for news. He understands the pattern. As already has. If you call, there must be something important that cannot be delayed.

"Mama's healthy, right, Ma?" He was straight to the point.

"Thank God be healthy." But my mother's answer was too weak and uninspired. "It's about ... Pocuts ...."

His thinking ability suddenly slowed down as soon as he heard an unexpected string of sentences that mama said.

"Pout fell."

"His collarbone's broken."

"This afternoon is operated on."

"Blighted ovum."

"Should be locked up."

"Pocut is waiting for you to come home."

"It can be done alone but it's quite risky."

It was like being on a plane with a wide open door. Forced by the instructor to jump out immediately. Free fall from a height of 12,000 feet without a parachute. Crashing with a speed of 200 km/h. Slide down swooping sharply. All that remains is chaos and panic.

He could think of nothing but Pocut, Pocut, and Pocut. Never once gave room to a sense of disappointment to grow and sprout. The focus is only one, Pocut is fine.

He chose to call Reka instead of talking directly to Pocut. Better to give a pause than the panic affected Pocut.

Design does all. He could see when Pocut entered the operating room. Then two hours later he was pushed out weakly and unconscious.

One thing to be grateful for, the operation went well. Pocut will recover soon. This is certainly a great relief.

"Very common case (common case)," Stella explained by telephone when she asked for a second opinion.

"There's nothing to worry about" Stella said. "Except to experience cases of blighted ovum repeatedly. We just did a further search because there might be an abnormality."

"The cause is unknown, Tam. Mostly because of chromosomal abnormalities. It could also be due to genetic abnormalities or the quality of the egg and sperm ma that meet less good."

"Not because of falling or being hit. Indeed, the mother's body will naturally stop pregnancy because the fetus does not develop."

Obgyn subscriptions of this large family of mama is indeed truly recommended. Providing information without causing new anxiety for ordinary people like himself.

"Quiet, Tama." Doctor Stella's voice was not as serious as before. "Blighted ovum can still get pregnant again as long as you keep trying. Spirit."

His relief is increasing. Keep trying is definitely not a big deal. It is with joy that he will do it all the time. You know what I mean.

At night, two hours later than the current time in Jakarta. From the hotel room window that is wide open. A gentle breeze at the turn of the season feels warm to the face. As far as the eye can see, all that is seen is the twinkling lights of Jayapura city with its beautiful beach edge that has darkened.

He smiled looking at the lesion's face on the phone screen. There was silence, for none of them said. He kept looking at the pale, tearful look ahead.

Sorry, so the lips read.

Love you, reply quickly while smiling.

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Jakarta

Pocktail

Tama's view is still the same as before. Nothing has changed. No stares, let alone blame. Tama even always answered his apology with similar lip gestures repeated many times until the stuffing changed into a shameful sipuan.

Love you's.

Love you's.

Love you's.

He was so relieved. What is feared never comes true. Tama even grabbed it, understood it, didn't leave it alone. There is and always is. Whatever happens. He must remember this moment forever. Being at the lowest point with the most beautiful heart.

"Mas must be angry and disappointed." But he has not been able to reply to the sharp (full of love) Tama. He still has to apologize for the negligence when Tama was not at home, right?

"My affection and love are greater than my disappointment and anger" Tama replied confidently, smiling there.

"Tomorrow curettage, yes," Tama continued while looking at him without pause. "Then wait for me to come home. You could bleed. Too risky."

He must learn to let go and let go. Just like Tama who always supports and trusts him. From the beginning, when they were nobody. Only two strangers with vastly different worlds are even different. Until now they have become very meaningful to each other.

The next day, he went back into the operating room. Perform the entire curettage procedure smoothly. Once aware of the influence of drugs and the condition is ensured to be stable, the doctor allows you to go home.

Arriving at home, Sasa did not want to let go of the embrace. Icad sat by his bed all night. Umay brought all the food and drinks into the room. While Reka didn't stop asking, "Still sick, Tan?"

Tama continues the task of visiting Papua on schedule. He's doing fine anyway. Two operations went well through the recovery period. There was nothing urgent that required Tama to go home immediately. Moreover, his four children were acting very sweet. Shoulder-to-shoulder keeping him sitting still all day without doing any activity.

"Eit, Mama just sit down." Sasa screeched as he watched her rise from the bed. "Let's the boss get angry."

"Who's boss?" She laughed as she walked to the dresser.

"Research Boss." Sasa nodded his head many times. "Bos said, Mama can't walk around. It will fall again. Mom sat in the room. Let it heal quickly."

He shook his head in amusement. "Mama's not sick, Sa. Mama is healed. If you stay still, it will be sick."

"Mom can't be sick." Sasa shook his head with a frown. "Sasa will be sad."

He pinched Sasa's nose with anxiety. "Eat him, don't make Mama lazy. Staying quiet all day."

Sasa. "Yes. I miss Mama's cooking. Kangen stock made by Mama. Like everything that's in Mama."

He hugged Sasa's tiny body with one arm. Then kissed the top of his youngest daughter's head deeply. "Mama's kangen all, Sa. It's so kangen."

Curettage has no side effects. Only leaves spots that are getting reduced every day. While pen-mounted surgical scars require more care and patience. His arm could not be moved. The stitch scars are also still wet. Plus the pain and heat caused by the scar feels quite disturbing.

But it doesn't matter. He enjoys every process of recovery without exception. Follow the intended flow without even complaining. Because he realized that in every calamity always tucked goodness in it. Either big or small kindness. Whether it is known today or the day after tomorrow. The goodness is always there.

"I thought you were pregnant." Grace came to see me one afternoon. Separate with other friends who first visit in the afternoon.

"Get well soon." Grace brought him two large boxes of buttercakes that were certainly delicious. "Let our project be realized."

Sarah visited with a group from the Kemala foundation. A number of fresh flower bouquets and parcels from Tama colleagues continue to flow. Not to forget also the mothers of Koneng village who came to visit him by riding two chartered angkot.

"The print has not been used for a long time, Cut," seloroh mpok Lela biangnya crowded. "Must be cleaned first let ngadonnya more so."

Susana the living room suddenly boisterous by the applause and laughter of mothers. Andreas who was on duty until he looked at the door to find out.

"Safe." He thumbs up at Andreas as a sign that everything is fine.

"Duh, Cut, when's your man coming back?" Mumun suddenly complained.

"Nape even took care of Cut's man, Mpok?" The other timpal. "The sick pan the Cut, not the lakinye."

"That's it, I'll bring a taxi online" said Mpok Mumun. "The blind was hit in the back by another car. I am the one who is wrong."

"How much trouble?" The other mothers were straight up.

"When I make a report, even asked the police, you who? If you're nobody, how much would you pay? If you don't want to pay, have an acquaintance of the higher-ups aren't you?" Mpok Mumun shook his head with an annoyed face. "About answering to all three, Amsyong. Ngalam not taken care of the report."

"Mrs." Cing Weny interrupted. "We pan again nengokin si Cut. Even talk about this. No pantes, Mpok."

But Mumun continued. "Today Gini has the acquaintance of a manfangat real-ener official. All business can be done no matter what you are."

Mpok Mumun looked at him. "When did you turn, Cut? Please put me on, dong."

He could only smile bitterly. The old story with the new play is repeated. Recounting the injustice that was openly exhibited by the person of the criminal. Welfare done partly but impact on all.

But of all the bitterness and bad taste, there are always blessings and happiness that accompany. Most unforgettable when one night, Reka knocked on the door of her room and then said,

"Tomorrow opening ceremony Popkot (city-level student sports week)."

He smiles. "When is the schedule? We'll watch the rame-rame."

"Third day." The design lowered with a nervous wiggle. "On GOR ...." While calling the name GOR where the swimming branch is held.

"Let's bring the fans back home." He meant. It's gonna be a fun experience. Watching one of his sons compete in a championship. I can't wait to wait.

Design laughs. "It's okay, too. Umay's screams are like Sasa's enough. Can make people like GOR by."

He laughed too. Design correct. The screams of Umay and Sasa already represent the screams of the people in the village. Just-there's.

"I'm just here ...." The designer looked back with a red face. Then look at him shyly. "Request the blessing of Mama ...."

He was amazed to hear the word mama.

"My favorite trainer in Surabaya always said, every want to match .. never forget to ask for the blessing of parents." The designer looked back. "Because now Mama's parents Reka. So ...."

The designer did not have time to continue the sentence because he was hunted to reach the sturdy shoulder into the embrace.

Yes, my dear, my mother must be praying. Always mama praying. Thank you for calling it the most beautiful.

He was grateful for the presence of all this unexpected happiness. More grateful because Reka did not refuse his embrace. Thankful so many times that you can not say a word except the melt of clear circles that continue to flow.

"Don't forget to ask for the blessing of father and mother" he said, shrinking the corner of his eye.

Design nodded. But a moment later was seen holding back a smile even though it failed.

"Why?" Ask wonder.

"Must be more spirit than her." The design is still smiling. "Udah ngantongin three blessings. More than any other participant."

He was smiling. "Four instead. There's more of it."

Design grimacing. "Yes, Mr. Pram is late. Forgot, hehe ...."

He invited as many people as possible to come to GOR encouraging Reka. Except for his three children who are still participating in teaching and learning activities at school.

Mamak and Bu Niar looked the most excited. Anjani stopped by for a while before going to college. Yuni, Agus, and Pak Cipto became the most boisterous cheering. While Devano from the beginning was busy shooting camera lenses in all directions.

"Izin's documenting, ma'am." Devano nodded towards him. "They're so cool, you must be proud."

The design is so cool. Successfully entered the final for the men's 100m and 50m freestyle. And he knew for sure that Tama was very proud of his biological son. The same pride that he is currently feeling.

The designer eventually won the bronze medal for the men's 100m freestyle. And finished fourth best for the men's 50m freestyle. All these nicks are enough to deliver Reka passed the selection following Popprov (provincial student sports week) which will be held three months later.

In addition to the happiness of the victory of Reka at Popkot, there is another relief that is increasingly perfecting. With the drying of the wound of the pen mounting operation. Thread stitches and bandages that have been successfully removed. Also the arm that no longer feels pain and slowly begins to be moved.

"It should be taken care of, ma'am," said the orthopedic specialist after training his hand to move forward, side, top and bottom. "Don't be forced, don't move too fast, don't lift excessive weights, don't ride a bike or motorcycle until the pen is removed."

A few days after his arm was freed from the sling, Tama who had completed a visit to Papua returned home. As usual, they were attacked by children. Sasa and Umay dominated the most. All things are told without anything to hide even for the trivial things that are quite embarrassing. While Icad and Reka sat watching his two younger siblings fuss over papa's father while occasionally laughing.

"Where's the wound?" Tama undid her collar unhappily as they looked at each other on the bed.

"It hurts?" The tip of Tama's index finger traces the line of the wound that extends below her neck.

He shook. Never thought Tama would bring her face closer to smear the scars of her surgery.

"The chips healed, yes" whispered Tama as she swept the tenderness along her wound line. "Hopefully this is the first and last injury."

"Aamiin," he murmured as he closed his eyes. Likes the soothing warmth of the sweep. Feel the beauty of exploration that is increasingly melenakan.

"Not continue?" Tama's full of excitement made her whole body rustle.

But he can still respond with a slab. "The doctor said wait three months, Mas."

"Doctor is insolent."

He immediately slapped Tama's arm.

"Who do you think? Dare to squirm. I'm tired of living!"

He slapped Tama's arm again but laughed. Tama too. Not continuing the exploration and prefer to reach it into the embrace.

"Three months means do not get pregnant first," he murmured while correcting the position of the head to make it more comfortable in Tama's arms.

"If that is ...." He did not continue his sentence because he was ashamed.

Tama chuckled while pinching her nostrils. "Continue, now? Nantang what how?"

His face immediately heated up withstanding embarrassment. But in front of your own husband should not be ashamed, right? With a firm heart he ventured to say, "What would you like? Let mejamu. But other than that one. Doctors said they had to wait two weeks to avoid infection. It hasn't been two weeks since dik__"

His speech was cut in the air because Tama keburu tightened the grip. "More love for my wife."

Then kiss her forehead deeply. "What's the menu? Combo, deluxe, double cheese? All you can eat can't?"

He inevitably laughs despite feeling embarrassed, embarrassed, upset, but also funny responding to Tama's childish behavior that turns sensitive things into restaurant menus.

"Sorry, Ndan." He mengu mengu smile holding back laughter. "Special tonight there's only rice wrap tied in two rubber, torn edges, sambal split."

Long-laughing at hearing his joke. "Let's die it's just nawarin rice wrap!" Then kiss his cheeks so thick that he felt the pangs and difficulty breathing.

When she almost gave up on not being able to laugh anymore, Tama whispered right in her ear. "I want a buffet."

He had thought hard to find the meaning of the word buffet. Before finally nodding to let Tama do everything she wanted.

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Remarks :

Lycans: one of the enemy characters in the survival horror game, Resident Evil Village. His figure is a werewolf. Not only one, Lycans have a variety of sizes and are known to be able to move quickly with a giant iron hammer in his hand (source: teknogamesuara.com)

© : means: O our Lord, do not give us what we cannot bear. Forgive us, forgive us, and mercy us (QS 2:286)

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