
The man in front of Risham shook his head. He knew everything, he knew he was wrong, he knew he was wrong. When Kiara was nearby, Habibie felt safe because she was there, she was unaware of her feelings because she thought it was Kiara who loved her, just like that. Habibie never imagined that this would happen, and when Kiara left, Habibie began to realize that her love for Kiara was greater than her guilt for the late mother. He also realized that Humaira did not make his heart tremble at all, even when Kiara was far away from him, not once Habibie thought of another woman. Only Kiara was in her heart right now, a sense of love, regret, disappointment to herself. Habibie felt everything, the sense of dying was also desperate, just because Kiara he visited the darkest days that ever came to his life.
"I love so much, Kiara Bang. I love my wife very much. I know it's too late, but I want to ask for a third chance, I promise, this time I will really be happy and take care of Kiara, I will love her with my whole life. Please help me to meet Kiara."
Kiyai Salim and Risham looked at each other, the two men nodded, they saw the earnestness of this man's eyes, Habibie really loved his wife, he said, they should not give distance to these people because God would not like them.
"Let's stay here for some time. But don't expect Kiara to want to room with you, Bie!" kiyai Salim.
"Let Bang Habibie sleep with Risham."
Habibie unceasingly thanked those good people, he promised not to trouble them all. Habibie would follow whatever these people wanted so he could hug his wife again.
** ** **
Her afternoon. Kiara, Ummi and Ayesha are struggling in the kitchen to make lunch, they look so happy but not with someone not far from there, the man continued to watch Kiara without blinking at all. In fact, Ummi Rahma was confused, why Habibie was not sore, standing near the wall just to pay attention to Kiara.
"Suami Mbak is kind of good, but his brain is a bit disturbed" said Ayesha. Kiara chose not to care, the woman shrugged both her shoulders indifferently.
"Shhhhhh!" Kiara hissed while holding her aching lower abdomen.
The woman looked down to make Ummi, Ayesha and the man was confused, afraid Kiara why-not.
"What's wrong? Kiara's sick? Let me take you to the hospital" Habibie said. Kiara snorted at the thoughtful words of attention from her husband. The woman stood up as usual as if nothing had happened to her.
"Who are you? Don't get too familiar, can you?"
Kiara brushed aside Habibie's hand then left the pantry and sat on the sofa not far from there. The woman flicked her hands, trying to find air because after she became pregnant large indeed her body was more often angry.
"No papa, Budhe. Let me just give it up!" pinta Habibie takes the manual fan from Ummi Rahma's hand.
The man stood near Kiara wagging the fan but instead of being comfortable, Kiara was even more annoyed.
"I can also Bang. Don't bother me, can you?" ketus Kiara stared at her husband dislike. Really, his anger really couldn't stand it when he imagined how cruel Habibie used to make the pain come back. I don't know what this guy means to come, but Kiara is still reluctant to forgive.
"I'm a pijitin?" Habibie offered himself. The man was already going to squat but Kiara immediately moved on.
"Ikh males ikh, I've said don't deket-deket too. You can't be horrified, right? Saucy prank."
"Astagfirefull!" Budhe Rahma rubbed her chest looking at Kiara's anger which was still very overflowing. Indeed, Habibie has done a lot of wrong. However, if this is how Kiara retaliates, Budhe Rahma is very sorry for Habibie.
"Son!" Budhe patted Habibie's back slowly. "Don't put it in the liver. Kiara must be in a bad mood. He's been through a lot of hardships."
"Budhe, may I ask you a favor, tell me what difficulties Kiara had while she was living here?"
Budhe Rahma nodded with a smile. He leads Habibie to follow him cooking, while Ayesha is asked to accompany Kiara because maybe now the woman is in the corner of the park to calm down.
"That poor boy, 7 months ago, he came in miserable condition, his whole body wet, his legs bleeding because he had to walk for two hours to get here. Kiara was also the same as Nak Abie, fainting in front of the gate. The difference is, it was Risham who found Kiara."
Habibie was stunned, the man again felt the pain of being a Kiara, midnight, walking alone in a pregnant condition, is it possible that Kiara came to the office to tell him that she was pregnant? Astagfirullah .. was very cruel his mouth at that time.
"What about Budhe's pregnancy?"
"Not good, but, not bad either, it's just, Kiara had a hard time when her pregnancy was young, she was nauseous vomiting. Now it is also possible that the difficult phase will return him to his natural, difficult sleep comfortable, grinding and pelvic bones are sore. Kiara needs your support, son."
Habibie nodded his head. Back he rubbed the clear globules that were dripping suddenly. He must be able to persuade Kiara, Habibie must be able to make Kiara want to accept his helping hand so that he can help the woman.
** ** **
When lunch arrived, Habibie did not eat immediately, the man made sure that Kiara ate well, gave side dishes for his wife and added water to the glass of the wife.
Those people glanced at each other, they just let it happen because persuading a spoiled child who was pregnant was not easy.
"You want me fat?" ask Kiara suddenly.
Habibie and everyone stared at him.
"Why? Did I make a mistake?" ask Habibie.
Kiara took a deep breath, the woman placed her spoon on the plate then looked up at Habibie. "From now on you give me the side dish, if you don't want me fat what? Why keep bothering me."
Kiyai Salim smiled, adding a pop chicken to Kiara's plate made her even more upset.
"This is for your baby, not for you, Kiara. Eat again!"
"Pakdhe~~~!"
Kiara whined but she kept eating that chicken thigh. Ummi also his children smiled at the behavior of absrud Kiara, while Habibie, the man looked down but also could not help but faint smile on the lips.
"I'm not gonna give up Kiara." Habibie was determined in his heart.