The Voice of the Husband

Unaltered

Naren sat on the edge of the mattress with a picture frame on his lap. He looked at the photo inside the frame with a thumping feeling. His hands moved rubbing the frame surface slowly.

Seen so clearly photographed that he looked happy. Two wedding books were proudly displayed. Not to mention the beautiful woman standing beside him. Smile warms. Until he made her smile.

While Naren was focusing on his wedding photo with Nara, the door of the room suddenly opened. Naren was surprised, the reflex he hid the picture frame behind his body while getting up where he sat.

"Are you unable to knock on the door or even ask permission before entering someone's room?" lontar Naren on Nara who had appeared all over her body on the doorstep.

The beautiful pashmina hijab-wearing woman in a suit and black pants smiled sweetly at Naren's question. For Nara, this handsome man in front of her is more unique in her eyes. Thanks to those lost memories, Nara finds a different figure from her husband.

"I've repeatedly knocked on the door while calling out brother. But my brother did not answer. I don't think brother's awake yet. Sorry to surprise my sister. I didn't mean to." Nara answered the question from Naren gently. While explaining also the intention he went to Naren's room early in the morning.

Naren. Trying to neutralize his embarrassment. "Ouh okay. Be careful on the road. I will take good care of our son. You don't have to worry." The reply from Naren successfully made Nara's heart warm. Already a week together, grateful Naren showed a lot of change. From a cold figure to formal is now a warm and nonfomal person like a couple in general. Although there has been no romantic call as before, at least it has made Nara feel her struggle is not in vain.

"OKAY. Thank ye. I'm pampering. Assalamualaikum." When Nara turned around, Naren called Nara. Then Nara turned around and stood facing Naren two steps away.

"Three weeks after the birth of our son. I intend to give him a name tomorrow. Maybe we can have a little party at once. What do you think?" in the end Naren was able to express an opinion that some days he thought carefully.

"That's a great idea, brother. I also thought I would invite father and mother who are in Turkey as well as father and mother-in-law who are in Brunei when naming our children. Doesn't your sister mind?" Nara replied enthusiastically. He is also looking forward to this moment. The moment where his daughter will get a name that is a prayer.

"Ouh certainly not. Please invite your closest relatives. I'll prepare the concept of the show." Naren. He also thought the event this time should invite many relatives.

"alright. Then I say goodbye, brother. It's noon. I can't leave late. Take care of our daughter." Then the door to Naren's room was sealed shut.

Naren sat back on the bed. But this time he sat near the nightstand. The wedding photo hidden behind his back he returned to his original place.

Then, Naren pulled the drawer. A small book containing the notes he took. Open that notebook. "I won't let you down." she wrote as she reread the concept of the show and of course the name for their daughter.

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Events that have been well conceptualized Naren also implemented smoothly. Some of the invited relatives also felt very grateful for being welcome to meet the beautiful baby N. Especially two grandmothers and two invited grandfathers from two different countries.

"He looks a lot like Naren."

"She looks like Nara. It's so pretty."

The conversation between the grandparents made the braid-haired beauty no longer able to hold her tears. She quickly walked into the room and cried while hugging a gift doll from Naren, her daddy.

"Yumna! It's Jordan! Let's open the door. I brought you something!" along with a familiar voice, there were also knocking on the door several times.

Yumna. The tears flowing in her white cheeks she rubbed slowly. Now he only has Jordan who can be a friend.

Yumna rushed down from the bed. Then open the room door. The handsome man with a sweet smile greeted him at the door.

"It's for you." Jordan thrusts a love-shaped box at Yumna. Then he said, "Don't be sad. I'll cheer you up." it made a smile rise in Yumna's pink lips.

In another corner, Nara smiles at Jordan's familiarity with Yumna. There was a slight sense of wrongness that emerged in his heart at that time. Since the accident, Yumna has changed. She used to be a cheerful girl, loved to tell stories and rarely cried. However, all of that slowly disappeared. She felt guilty for not being a good mother.

"What's up, baby?" the pat on the shoulder made Nara immediately wipe away her tears. He turned around and smiled at his mother.

"I feel guilty for my daughter, mother. I can't be a good mother to her yet. He should have had a wonderful and pleasant day. Not like this. Feeling far away from the person he loves. Makes it more and more day-to-day changing, mama." Nara hugged this beautiful woman in front of her while spilling everything she felt for the past three weeks after the accident.

Mother Ai stroked her daughter's back affectionately. Trying to give support and strength to his daughter to stay afloat and keep fighting.

"Mother sure, you can get through it all. Mother will help you, dear. Yumna is the mother's first grandchild. Mother will not forget it. You take it easy."

Nara nodded, grateful to have a mother who is always sensitive and understanding. Every heavy thing he passed now felt lighter.

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Seriate...

Hi Ges, we finally meet again. Maap can only UP again. And can not promise to UP when.

Tetep auxiliary this work until the end yes ges. Because your support is also this work continues in the era of busy onslaught at school.

See you at the next section. Don't forget likes, comments and gifts. Wait for the baby N name. Thanks to all of you good people.

~ Greetings Pen