Throes

understand

Povs. Yanna.

I don't know if I should be jealous or what. I'm fine, but not with my heart. Like jealousy, but I don't know with whom.

There is no one who is jealous of me, and he is not in the world or on the side of Rama. I never met her, never saw her picture. Either Mas Rama hid from me or indeed buried all his memories with him, Nana's mother.

For the first time I saw the anger of the real Rama. Seeing flashes of anger and also hatred from his eyes for people in his past.

A past that left him devastated with the woman he loved.

The anger was obvious, and it made me feel like... I don't know, I'm confused to have to explain my heart. And I know it's my risk to be the wife of Mas Rama, who loved her very much.

After I put my kids to sleep. I replaced the sleeping lights and closed the door to my son's room after I made sure my children slept well again.

I didn't shut it down. Mas Rama himself who silenced me after coming home from the supermarket. Dinner was not as usual. Shut up, don't talk much or joke with the kids.

Nana was also the same, her face was very moody and silent.

Don't ask me where my father and daughter are silent like this. My mother-in-law, sent me a message.

" Yanna, is Rama the same Nana okay?"

At first I didn't know why my mother-in-law sent the message, as if her son and granddaughter were in grief.

Is this the instinct of a mother. The fact is he knows.

" So Ryan's wife told me about her mom. If he and Ryan meet Rama and Nana at the supermarket."

" Is that true, son?"

My eyes widened perfectly, reading my mother's message. That means .. The woman I hit with her shopping cart was my sister-in-law's wife. Her husband, my sister-in-law and her real father Nana.

Oh God ... Quickly, Mas Rama and Nana changed their mood.

For the first time, I saw my sister-in-law's face. And as it turns out, she looks a lot like Nana.

I have not been able to tell about the outpouring and wishes of my mother-in-law to Mas Rama. Now Rama himself already knows without me telling.

I'm the one who wants to try to talk about this.well with Mas Rama. Precisely mas Rama get a surprise that is very unexpected and so directly looked at each other.

What I'm thinking about right now is Nana. What about my daughter's feelings, must be very disappointed and also angry. Nana's silence also makes me sad and understand.

How amazing to meet his real father. I can only calm her down, give my daughter a little understanding.

Let Mas Rama determine it.

I went into the room, saw Mas Rama who had been lying on the bed closing his eyes with his arms.

As quickly as possible, Rama was angry.

I closed slowly, got on the bed slowly. I looked at Mas Rama who did not move at all with my presence.

Should I wake her up?

No?

I blanketed the body of Rama, along with laying my body beside Rama. For some reason, the chest was like being crushed by a stone, so tight and wanting to rebel.

I turned back to Rama, when my tears suddenly flowed. Holding my sobs from being heard. It hurts so much.

I don't know how much Rama loves me. But you ... You are so lucky that Rama still loves you."

I wiped my tears, tried to breathe through my lips. Reduces the feeling of tightness in the chest that is so deep. And I gasped a little as the heavy hand coiled around my stomach, and kissed my back several times.

" Sorry. I'm sorry I silenced you." Lirih Mas Rama's. The tighter I clutch.

" I'm sorry that." The impact again, without feeling my chest back tight and my tears back down.

" It's night, why hasn't Mas slept." I asked, wiping my tears and still looking back at him.

" I don't love him anymore. All I have buried about him, when I mentioned your name in front of our ruler and family. Now it's just you Yan, whom I love." Said Rama, making me sob.

Either it's honest or it just amuses me. So that I am not sad, when Rama realized also my attitude tonight.

" I'm angry, I'm disappointed doesn't mean I still love Yan. I was angry because of her treatment of women and she didn't want to accept Nana. Don't want to admit it's his son." His impression with a hoarse voice.

Mas Rama when it comes to children, so sensitive, especially Nana. I know Mas Rama has no blood ties to Nana. But the heart of Mas Rama has been fused with the princess he cared for from childhood.

I turned my body to face Rama. My husband is a man who has a hard time showing his sadness to people. But not with me. My husband is very open and I understand that my husband's heart is very sensitive.

I rubbed my cheeks and into two eyes of Rama who condensed with him who hugged me again and made me in his arms.

The sound of a heartbeat so fast.

" I'm sorry Yan." Rama, kiss the top of my head.

" I'm sorry I was also a mas, had doubts about love mas." I answered, hugging tightly Rama, put my face on the chest of Rama.

I'm really a little sorry. Doubt my husband's love.

" Love you dear, love the mother of the children. Love whose name is Yanna" said Mas Rama.

Made me smile and hit his chest small. Until Mas Rama chuckled lightly tightened his embrace, like an anxiety with me.

****

" Mella?" Call out softly, patting Amel's cheek.

" Hmm?" Amel murmured, beginning to rub his eyes.

" Wake up. You don't want to go home. It's late, all your friends are home too. " Said Akbar.make Amel slightly frowning back to his senses when he fell asleep in the room of his superior.

Amel began to sit from his sleep, looking at the clock on the wall pointing at the number ten in the night.again surprised him, sleeping so long in his superior room.

" Why don't you wake me up." Panic Amel. " What friends, past-."

" I told you, your work is not done. They also came home twenty minutes ago." Sela Akbar, take her bag on the desk. " Come home, it's late. Your fever has also decreased, it's impossible to sleep here?" Imbabuhnya, make amel quickly shook his head and stood up from his seat.

" I wait here, quickly grab your bag." His orders and again, Amel nodded. A little crazed quickly picked up his bag and returned to Akbar who was waiting for him outside.

" Thank you sir." Amel's speech, Amel,

" For?"

" give me enough rest."

" Together, now how. Still dizzy? "

" It's been a little quieter, than it was." Amel replied, while walking towards the parking area.

" this?" Akbar handed Amel a white plastic wrap. " Tomorrow you take a day off, rest and take your medicine regularly."

Plastic packaging, containing medicine for Amel. Which makes Amel better.

" Yes, thank you." Amel answered, without refusing, because he knew he was in need of healing his body.

" I'm between pul-," Akbar's speech was cut off when he heard the ringing of a mobile phone in Amel's bag.

Groped immediately, and saw who called him. " Hmm, yeah. Just a minute." Amel said and turned off the phone.

" I'm sorry to go home, sir. Thanks again, and sorry for the trouble." Pamit Amel, slightly bow before leaving Akbar.

Can only smile a little, slightly shaking his head at Amel's departure without waiting for him to ask first.

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