Thank You for True Love

90 COULD NOT DO IT ANYMORE

Dinda felt her body cold and stiff. It's hard to move even if you just open your eyes.

She heard Adit's voice, a voice she missed so much. The voice sounded heavy, raucous as if it was crying.

"I miss you, baby. Hurry up..."

I want Dinda to answer that she misses her husband too. She also wanted to get up and embrace her husband's body.

But why can't he? Unable to move at all, unable to reply to her husband's words, unable to stare at the face she so desperately missed.

He wanted to tell everyone if he heard them, heard their words, heard everything said by those around him. But he couldn't, his body was so weak, there was no energy at all.

Crying out. That's all Dinda can do right now. Crying without a sound, without anyone knowing. Not even a single tear could be shed to tell him that he heard it all.

He felt his hand being held by Adit, but he was powerless to reply. She pervades a kiss Adit gives on her forehead, but again she is unable to react to show her happiness.

Dinda began to despair. Don't know how to tell her husband when he hears all of his words. He wanted the voice to be answered, but all his strength vanished out of nowhere.

"Mas, I hear you. I heard all your words. I can feel your cry from your heavy and raucous voice..."

"I can feel your hand, Mom. I can also feel the touch of your lips on my forehead. I feel everything, but I can't repay it..."

"Tell me, mas. What's wrong with me? Why do my eyes feel so sticky and I can't open one bit? Why can't I feel my own body? Why can't I move my whole body? What's the matter, mas?"

Dinda was feeling chaotic, her mind was in a state of turmoil. Whatever he was thinking couldn't answer all his current confusion.

If he was asleep, why would no one wake him up and make him open his eyes? If he was dreaming, why couldn't he wake up and realize the reality around him?

Why was only pitch black felt around him? He was afraid, afraid of the darkness he felt alone.

"Our little princess, she's waiting for you too, baby. You haven't even given her ASI yet, have you? Come on, hurry back, so we can gather the three at home..."

Dinda again heard clearly Adit's voice near her. The calm voice that he had always missed, now turned increasingly heavy and hoarse.

But that's not all that makes him sad. But what Adit said surprised him and wondered.

Little princess? ASI'S? The three? What does that mean...? Does that mean..., she has given birth? Giving birth to a little princess? A daughter? Now they're three complete? But where's the baby? Why did he not hear his voice? Her crying?

"Mas, tell me. If I gave birth to her, where is our baby? Where is she, whom you call our little princess? Where is it, mas?"

I want Dinda to scream as loud as possible so Adit can hear her, hear her words and answer all her questions. But in vain, his mouth was still choked with no sound. Not a single person could hear the screams of his heart. Only black and dark surroundings accompanied him at this moment.

"Keep fighting, baby. For your sake and your health. For the sake of me who always loved you. For our love and for the love of our children..."

Adit's voice was again heard by him, but Dinda still could not reply. He was increasingly struggling in his helplessness. That's all he can do.

"I tried, my mom. I've been fighting here. But you did not hear me. No one heard me. Even the wind seems reluctant to tell you that I hear you, I hear all your stories, everything you tell me."

"Should I give up now, mom? I was afraid, I was afraid to be alone here, in the dark that surrounded me without a single speck of light that gave me hope. I'm afraid to be alone here, with no sound here, silence, silence, no sign of life..."

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Dinda blinked her eyes repeatedly, trying to banish the glare that illuminated the room full of light around her. After a long time in darkness, he now woke up among the bright rays that surrounded him.

Trying to get up and stand up, Dinda felt the place stand up not like most floors, but it feels like a white carpet on the clouds that shakes the strength of his body that survives to remain standing balanced on both feet that still feels weak without a support bone.

Dinda called her husband's name loudly, but it was just the pain she felt. He felt his flat stomach, indicating that the womb had been removed from his womb and now leaves a pain that still feels sore and pain that is very intense.

"Mas, where's my baby? Where's our son, mas?"

Dinda began to shed tears. It makes no difference if he is in darkness or light like this, if there is still no one he meets. Fear began to rule his heart again.

Slowly he strolled without direction, for his surroundings were uninhibited and boundless in breadth. Only white and bright light he saw around him.

"Oekk..., oh...!!!"

The cry of a baby breaks the silence. Dinda walked faster even though her steps still felt heavy. Look for the direction of the crying voice earlier. He continued walking following the occasional sound of crying still heard in his ears.

The baby's cry was increasingly clear, as Dinda came to an intersection of light that was as bright and much brighter than the light she had been through before.

His steps came to a halt in anxiety, between the two directions of light before him. Which path should he choose and he tread to find the whereabouts of the baby that still sounds crying?

In the excitement, suddenly seen the figure he sought and missed. Adit stood in the direction of the light to his right, smiling calmly with a tiny baby in his arms.

"Mas Adit, I've finally found you. And.., is that my baby, our son..??" The man nodded his head.

Dinda's gaze was fixed straight on the tiny baby in her husband's arms. She wanted to get close to her husband and son immediately, but her steps stopped because her left hand was held back by something.

He looked to the side. No one is visible in the light on the left. But why did he feel that someone was holding his left hand so firmly that his foot could not move?

Dinda tried to pull her left hand as hard as she could, but her body was pulled back in that direction. His footsteps turned around, dragged into the path of light on his left.

She wanted to stop her steps, but the invisible force was increasingly pulling her steps away from the figure of her husband and tiny baby still standing waiting for her on the bright street on the right.

"Mas, don't leave me, mas! I want to be with you. I want to go back with you and our son. Don't go, mas...!!"

Dinda thrashed and cried hysterically at the shadow of her husband and son who were getting further and further away and began to disappear from the sight of her eyes, entering into a whirlpool of brighter and brighter white light.

"Mas..., I don't want to be alone here! I want you and our son, ma'am. I want the three of us together, mass...!!"

"I beg you...!! Wait for me, don't go, maaas....!!!"

He continued to roar and wriggle, no matter the pain that plagued his entire body. She expends all her remaining strength to fight back, but the pull gets stronger leading her into a vortex of light that further distances her from the shadow of the two people she loves and loves.

In the end, he felt unable to fight anymore. He had lost all his strength and power. At the end of her time, Dinda fell unconscious in a vortex of bright white light that began to disappear carrying with her body and soul...

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