Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

69. Habibie's Effort

Kiara pleaded to hear a striking question from Risyam. His forehead shriveled with his eyes pinched sharply. "If I want to evict, I say, Sham. Don't think this is how!"

Nah!

Kiara put the glass in her grasp quite hard, the woman moved, she walked back towards her room. However, had not been able to open the door, the wrist was already held by Risyam. At first they both fell silent, until finally Risyam exhaled slowly and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Kia .. that's not what I mean, but at least, you tell the father of this child. You yourself know how much the pain is without a complete parent, after all I'm sure. You still love your husband!"

Kiara brushed off Risyam's hand, the woman went into her room without caring about Risyam who was currently in confusion. He felt like he was trying to say that with a soft sentence. But why did Kiara still not listen to him.

"Son!" call Umm Rahma to pat her son on the shoulder. "Leave it. Ummi also knew that this was very hard for him. Wait until Kiara let go of all her past pains, don't let her be depressed. Cassian she is."

"But Ummi!"

"Already, now you are ready, go to the boarding school because the children must have been waiting for you."

"Good Ummi."

Umm Rahma looked at the door of the room. They do not want or feel objected if Kiara is in their house very long, it's just. If Kiara were a girl, maybe Ummi wouldn't worry about anything, but now things are different. It has been seven months since Kiara came here, pity her husband, especially Amzar insisted will not tell the whereabouts of Kiara to his daughter-in-law.

"May God give you the best way, son!"

Ummi rubbed the door and went back to his own room. While in the room, Kiara sat down she smothered her mouth after hearing the sentence that Umm Rahma said. Kiara did not know, whether she should return for the sake of the child she was carrying, or should Kiara leave this place.

"Kiara is not unwilling, Budhe, Kiara is afraid that Mas Abie still keeps all his love for Mbak Aisyah, Kiara is afraid that Mas Abie still cannot appreciate Kiara's existence."

Living in a household without love and respect from our partner is a very painful thing. The household is a common life, it cannot be just one party who keeps or maintains. Household is more than just living together, for what togetherness is if not based on a sense of comfort and tranquility.

"Kiara leave everything to Allah. Whatever the outcome will be, Kiara herself or coming back, Kiara will not take issue with it."

"Alhamdulillah .. baby girl sir!" said sister gives a tiny baby to Habibie's lap. The baby girl was very cute, beautiful like her mother.

"MasyaAllah .. assalamualaikum, dear. Welcome to the world" Habibie said with wide smiling lips. The little baby squirms, suddenly he cries loudly and a crowd of people enter his wife's operating room.

"The patient's bleeding, Doc! His heart rate is getting weaker!"

"Near!" muttered Habibie with a deathly pale face.

"His blood pressure's dropping Doc!"

The doctors and nurses in the room were overwhelmed. They were all busy, trying to help Kiara, stop the bleeding and control the function of all her organs. However, no matter how hard they tried, the patient was still not helped, heart monitoring only issued one sound and one line on the monitor screen.

"Here comes the wainailaihi rojiun!"

"Yahoooooo!"

Habibie awoke with his heart beating, the man lowered his head, covering his face with both palms. Abby crying again and again. I don't know how many dreams he had after Kiara left. However, only this time he dreamed of Kiara dying.

"Oh Allah, Kiaaa, pardon my dear .. mas promise I will find you until I meet. Do not stay in a gini. Afraid of losing you. I'll take you home. I'm sorry, dear."

Habibie took a deep breath. The man rubbed the still-flowing clear grain, grabbed the jacket and also the car keys and then came out of his house.

At about 05:15, Habibie drove her car to her in-laws' house. The man waited with an erratic feeling, many times he glanced at the rolex on the wrist, there was no one out yet when it was 7 more. Until, maybe 20 minutes after that, a pair of netra Habibie saw the figure of Amzar was walking hastily with his wife.

Seeing this, Habibie hastily started his car, following his father-in-law's car who did not want to go anywhere. Determined how many days, weeks or months he would stalk, Habibie would not give up.

"I'm sorry Habibie, Dad."