THE HEART IS BROKEN

THE FRUIT OF LOVE IS PRESENT

I fell asleep with sobs still heard. Nearly two hours of tears. I've never been treated harshly by anyone, let alone beaten.

Rama went into the room, he approached me who was asleep in sobs. Rama's palms are clearly marked on my chubby cheeks, the cheeks are flushed, and there is a slight cut on the tip of the lips. Rama regretted what he did, he put on my hair. My face is soft. I jerked. Waking up from my sleep, I was still afraid of Rama, afraid that he would repeat again, the heat of his slap had not disappeared from my face.

"You what? You're not satisfied hitting me?" ask me with a hoarse voice.

"Darling, dear forgive me, I am caliph dear", said Rama softly.

I did not say, I turned my back to Rama. I didn't want to see Rama's face that night. Rama was silent, he just gently stroked my hair. There was a deep sense of regret in his heart. My tears kept dripping, I remembered how I insisted on my father accepting him as a son-in-law. I can't imagine how my father would feel when he found out his daughter was being treated this harshly.

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At dawn, as usual Rama woke up earlier than me. He prepared breakfast for his wife and. The morning prayer service was over 10 minutes ago. But Rama didn't see me coming out of the room. I don't usually. Rama went into the room, saw me still asleep. Gently touched my head. My body temperature is different. Very hot hot. I have a high fever. The corners of the injured lips are now turning blue. Rama worry.

"Fleurr.. Arlaaa. wake up. ", my body shook. I'm not going to say.

"Fleurr.. Arla.. Why are you?", Rama was worried I wouldn't wake up. Checking my pulse, there's still a pulse there. My forehead was sweating, my body was soaked in sweat when the AC in the room was still on.

He lifted my body bathed in sweat, laid him in a car, white sedan slid to the hospital. Rama was really worried. Body shaking. Sometimes he looks at my face while driving. In her hand. There was a great regret in his heart. He did not expect that this would be fatal as a result.

"Your wife is okay, it's just that there's a bruised scar on the tip of her lip" the doctor said after checking on me.

"Alhamdulillah Doc, yes Doc" replied Rama.

"The good news is, you're going to be a father, your wife is pregnant, it's only been three weeks" Dr. Schwarzenegger said.

Rama's face exuded a happy aura, a wide smile splashing across his lips. Gratitude to the owner of the universe. He chased me into the ward. Looks like I'm still lying limp.

"Honey, soon you will be a mother" said Rama happily.

I just stared at Rama. Still pictured by me the hard slap in the face that Rama threw last night. There was not a single smile on my face, only a look of disappointment.

"Honey.. You are not happy?", continued Rama.

I was silent, without tears flowing. I closed my eyes for a moment, and threw away the sight of Rama.

"Dear, I'm sorry, for what I did last night. I'm really solemn" said Rama sitting beside my bed. Clutching a cold hand, fuming it a few times, I seemed not to look at Rama, I just remained silent.

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The news of my pregnancy of course reached my four parents, not play happy they heard from Rama. It means they will soon be holding grandchildren. This afternoon my mom and dad came to visit my house. Just visiting me. I was still lying limp in the room. Papa and mom only knew that I had a fever because I was pregnant.

"After that you will be a father yes Ma," papa told Rama on the sidelines of their small talk.

"God hasten to give us trust" answered Ramah.

"Yes, that means you have to be more active, whether it's in worship or making a living. Because the responsibility will increase" papa's advice

"Yes, Pa" said Rama.

Papa advised Rama, Rama listened solemnly to papa's advice. My mother accompanied me in my room. Gently clothed the head of his eldest daughter.

"In the near future the mother's child will be a mother, hopefully more mature yes dear" said it stroked gently my face.

"Yes ma'am" I said limp.

"Why is this arla?" ask mother.

"No ma'am, bitten while eating" I replied lying.

"Arla, be honest with mom.. Is it not because of Rama? ask the suspicious mother.

"But, Bang Rama well can't do that", I continued lying.

I don't want you to know that her son's household isn't okay.

Mom breathed, she knew her son was lying. He just doesn't want girls to feel the same way he did when he was with his father.

"Yes already then. I just said, if one day something happens with your household, just face it as much as you can dear, if it is not enough you can give up. Because you deserve to be happy for yourself" my mother advised me.

"Yes Mother, Arla is fine. Arla will show mom, dad and mom if Arla's chosen husband is the best man, I pray for him" I assure you.

In my heart, I was unsure of the words I had just said. I started to doubt Rama. Can I be happy with a gentleman?

"Honey dear mother believes"

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My body still feels weak, it is still difficult to get out of bed. Rama came to me with a bowl of chicken porridge he had just made.

"Darling, do you want to eat first or take a shower first?" rama sat down beside me.

I didn't answer Rama's question, I just kept quiet.

"Darling, still mad at me?" ask Rama.

"How much do you love me Rama?" my many.

Rama was silent for a moment, fuming at my forehead.

"You can feel how much I love you, even if I have unwittingly hit you, not because I do not love. But if therefore your affection for me fades and casts doubt on me, I accept. And if you want me to go, because of my mistake, I go. But I will make sure, the mistake will not be repeated", said Rama.

I looked at Rama, long I looked deep into the eyes of Rama. He just wanted to see the truth there.

"I understand that you're angry, that you can't take me anymore and if everything changes, I accept. But you must be healthy, forgive me", Rama again kissed my forehead, and stood leaving me.

"Rama.." call me soft.

Rama turned to look at me.

"Don't leave me, I'm sorry about your khilaf. There are children that we must raise together" I said with a smile to Rama.

Rama smiled, he took a bowl of chicken porridge that had begun to cool, bribing me with Love. I looked at Rama. My heart wound is starting to heal a little. I began to understand the nature of Rama. Memorizing the Caliphate of Rama at that time. My heart just doesn't want to be away from that guy. I don't want to just make one small mistake, ruin everything.

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