
The Hague (the huage) Netherlands.
In an inn, a man was leaning against a chair. Seemed to be massaging his temple.
His appearance is very tangled, his face that began to grow fine jambang with his long hair and also his body that looks thin, making him look more chaotic.
The man was already very uneasy at being in that place, even though he possessed and brought everything to that foreign place. But all of that is meaningless when compared with his togetherness with his wife.
Yeah.huh..! He is the Wiryawan. He took his treatment seriously and earnestly. He did not even contact his wife at all. The miss! Of course he missed. But all he endured, because he wanted to focus on his treatment in order to immediately return to the Fatherland.
"I'm sorry, honey.. I intentionally didn't contact you. Because I don't want to be weak from seeing your tears keep dripping," he said, looking at a picture of Aira on his phone screen.
"I know you miss me there! I feel the same way here, Missing..! but this is all I do so that I can quickly heal and become normal like a man in general so that we can quickly unite and regroup."
After being satisfied to see the picture of the wife, Raka immediately went to the salon to cut her hair. After that he will start his therapy again for today.
After finishing with his hair business, now he went to where he underwent Therapy of the disease he suffered.
"Gee.. The master! I did not expect the development will be this fast," said Mr James who handles impotent disease suffered by Raka.
"About when will I make a full recovery Mr?" ask Raka.
"It may not be long, just waiting for his recovery" Mr James said.
"Then, can I do heavy work, such as overtime and such?" tanya Raka is more menditeal.
"For a while, you should stop exhausting activities. It makes your brain think hard. Because it will all make your immune system weak quickly," said Mr. James. "And you have to stop smoking or drinking alcoholic beverages, which you should prioritize is eating a balanced nutritious diet, such as vegetables and such," said Mr James at length.
Raka just nods her head to understand Mr. James' words.
"Alright, I think my explanation is enough. Now let's start the therapy again." Mr. James tells Raka that therapy for today is about to begin.
Raka immediately prepared, and did her therapy. He was always excited when running the therapy, he hoped that he would soon recover and be able to fly to Indonesia soon.
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Morning time.
Aira is ready. The plan today is to go to the park. He wanted to feel the cold wind outside the house.
Just as he was about to leave, suddenly Mama Rina called out to him.
"Honey, where are you going? How early in the morning is it neat and beautiful?" ask mama Rina.
"Aira wants to go to Ma's garden." lead Aira.
"Keep them who are you?" ask mama Rina.
"Self dong ma, Aira wants to invite Syakila. But I think he's tired" said Aira.
Syakila yelled at him from upstairs.
"Hey.. Ai! Who said I was tired? Your people didn't tell me I wanted to go for a walk" Syakila said, then hurriedly descended from the top floor. "Let's go! We're leaving now!" Syakila approached Aira with 45 spirit.
"Seriously you wanna come, put on a rich negligee?" asked Aira with a small smile.
Syakila saw her own appearance from her legs to her body. "Ahh, care very much. Fasion problems are not business, it is important to bring a lot of money! Look it!" Syakila broke up while taking out the card from the pocket of the negligee she was wearing.
"The betul is Kila, mama also used to be like this when she was pregnant with Raka. Mama always goes for a walk and spends papa's money!" suddenly Mama Rina spoke the words of Syakila.
"Yes, let's go!" Aira came out of the house.
Syakila followed Aira. "Ai, but we're not going to the park right! Later we eat too yes, we continue to shop to the mall," said Syakila.
"Mang, we go to the park that is near cafe X yes," Aira told mang Jajang.
Yep.. After Raka to Holland. Mama Rina invited Mang Jajang to stay at her son and daughter-in-law's house. It's easy if you want to go anywhere.
Surely mang Jajang was very happy, when he heard about going to Raka and Aira's house.
After traveling for twenty minutes, Mang Jajang finally pulled over the car he was driving on the side of the road not far from the park in Aira.
"Oh, we're going to this park!" Syakila followed Aira slowly. Because his stomach is starting to bulge. "Ai, don't spit dong! I find it difficult." Syakila protested.
"Yes! I'm slow down!
Upon reaching the garden, Aira swept the entire garden with her eyes.
And finally the eyes were fixed on a long chair under a shady tree.
He smiled and approached the chair.
Syakila could only see what Aira, a cousin who was considered to be her younger brother, had done.
Aira sat down while rubbing against the chair, then she glared far away. When Raka took her to the park.
Flashback.
"Where are we going! How not so bad!" aira protests, as he and Raka are already a long way on foot.
"Some, the photo is I'm gonna show you something!" Raka kept holding Aira's hand.
And soon, Raka and Aira arrive at a park. Thousands of stars dotted the night sky.
Raka invited Aira to sit in a long chair in the park.
"Here, sit here and you see the stars!" Raka landed her buttocks and pointed to the stars that adorned the beautiful night.
"What happened to those stars?" ask Aira.
"Beautiful right?" tanya Raka and nodded by Aira.
"The star is beautiful, but it's still beautiful you in my eyes! And you should know, stars only come at night and will disappear during the day. But what you must remember! If my love is the same you are not like those stars. My love will never disappear for a second, this love will increase every time," said Raka while grasping the fingers of Aira very tightly.
"Raka, I'm not afraid to always love you, I'm not afraid to always love you and I'm not afraid to always love you but I'm afraid of just one, I fear losing you and your love" said Aira "I hope we will continue together until the death of our misahin" continued Aira.
Flashback off
Aira smiled as she recalled that night, the night that she and Raka spent the night together before they got married.
"Ai, you don't papa, do you?" Syakila patted Aira on the shoulder.
"I'm not papa." lead Aira "Kila, will my wait not be in vain?" ask Aira suddenly.
"Ai, how did you say that anyway! Do you not trust your own husband? You're hating him?" Syakila approached and grabbed the weak body.
"I'm afraid Kila, I'm afraid she's dyed me, she's been calling me for almost a month now. Is it possible that she has recovered and has a better woman than me" Aira's body trembled in Syakila's arms.
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