Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

77. Kiara Afraid Mas

Habibie gently rubbed the top of the head of the wife lovingly. His mouth and heart never cease to recite and ask forgiveness for their sins. Habibie knew that what was happening to him right now was due to their past actions. If indeed his wife is bearing the kiparat of sin for not closing the aurat before, Habibie really hopes that he alone will accept it, this is his fault because his attitude is wrong, Habibie said, it's his fault because he can't make his wife trust him.

"Mas Abie~~!" The woman with her eyes closed muttered softly. Very slow and almost inaudible.

The man smiled faintly, rubbing his wife's head back with the love he had.

"What time is this? Didn't Kiara want a cesarean?" asked the woman after opening her eyes slowly, her head turned to look at her husband inside.

"It's still early, honey, it's not time yet. Get some sleep, Yuk! Want some incandescent mas? Or do you want to rub his waist?" Habibie stood up, he had intended to help Kiara change position but Kiara held the man's hand.

"Why, Honey?" tanga Habibie smiled soothingly.

"Mas Kiara can say something about Mas Abie?"

The man nodded. He grabbed the hand of the wife who was free from the infusion hose and then grasped it with both hands.

"Mas would be a good listener."

A faint smile fell on the lips of the woman. "Kiara is sorry if all this time, Kiara has a lot of sins with Mas Abie, Kia is not upset, Kia has made Mas Abie far from our baby candidate, Kiara is wrong for going too long ... Mas Abie would like to apologize Kiara?"

Habibie's eyes were back in tears. Obviously this was not his wife's fault, not even if Habibie ever blamed Kiara or was unhappy because his wife left because she was the cause of his wife leaving him.

"No apologies, I'm sorry, honey. You're wrong, you don't have to apologize." The man's hands stretched out, gently rubbing the face of his beautiful wife, making Kiara shake her head with tears.

"Kiara was afraid, Mas," she said. "Kiara is afraid that if Kiara apologizes to Mas, Kiara will not have another chance. Kiara fears Allah call Kiara before Mas rhido equals Kiara." The woman began to sob with her shoulders shaking violently.

"Astagfirullah, dear. Why is it like that? Honey must be all right, believe in God, if everything will be facilitated. His wife is strong, unfortunately strong, as well as our baby candidates. IsnyaAllah, tomorrow our little angel will be born into the world, she will embrace you and smile at her mother's beauty."

Hearing this Kiara smiled even though her tears and shoulders were still like that, even worse, the shadows where she was carrying her child, she said, playing with her little angel and her husband appeared like a movie that was deliberately turned in plain sight.

"Mas Abie-call Kiara again. Mas Kiara wants to be hugged, Mas want bobo not here?" kiara asked glancing at the pillow on her left.

Habibie nodded, the man rubbed tears on his wife's face, helping her to sleep sideways in her arms.

"Warm," said Kiara. For the first time, she felt the warmth of her husband's embrace after more than seven months apart. The woman smiled, she was really sorry because when Habibie apologized, she did not immediately forgive him. Now, it is still unclear whether this is the last straw or not.

"Mas~~!"

"Mas Kiara can you ask for something?" ask the woman with closed eyes.

"Say, Darling ~! Whatever you unfortunately ask, God willing, I will give."

Back the smile was on Kiara's lips, the woman took a deep breath before saying what she wanted to convey.

"Mas, if only later, God said Kiara should return to his side, Kiara would, Mas name our son by the name of Mas Abie's first wife."

The man's forehead shriveled deeply, Habibie wanted to let go of his embrace but Kiara quickly put up with it. "Mas doesn't want to. Why would you have to do that? You'll be all right anyway. We're gonna raise our kids together. I don't want to!"

"But Kiara wants to, Kiara does not want our child to fate like Kiara. Kiara wants Mas to love our son just as Mas loves his first wife Mas Abie. Our son deserves the love of his father."

Mumbs ... Habibie could not speak anymore. Honestly, at this time his heart was really very hurt, Habibie resisted the urge of tears asking to be expelled. It's too stifling. Habibie couldn't breathe properly, his heart ached hearing his wife say it all. It was as bad as he was, as bad as he was to make his wife feel this much trauma.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm really sorry. You're wrong, you shouldn't have hurt you like this, I'm sorry, honey." Habibie shed tears, peeping the top of his head many times.

Kiara just smiled, she went back to sleep, trying to find a dreamland where everything she wanted was there.

** ** **

At around 7 a.m., Habibie only looked at his wife after her hand slipped from her grasp as the nurses had pushed the cage into the operating room.

Back in his head, his eyelids closed, he prayed again and again hoping that no matter what happened, his wife and son would come out of the room fine.

"Habbi!" call someone.

The man looked back at the source of the voice. He smiled, running towards the woman who was stretching her hand.

"Ummi~~!" Habibie hugged his mother, the man who had been holding back crying could no longer hold back tears and the sound of crying that had not been heard now even made the hallway so bitter, the men who were with them shed tears, and even Gibran, the man cried even in silence.

"Ummi Habibie's wife, Ummi. Kiara Ummi, Kiara is scared, please Habibie Ummi's wife, please Kiara!"

Ummi Amelia patted her first child on the back, trying to calm down hoping that Habibie would not cry anymore.

"Ummi knows, son. We're all here, we'll pray for Kiara together. It's quiet, son. Kiara's gonna be fine."