Towards True Love 2

Afraid of Losing you

I feel like my lower stomach is tightening a little. Maybe I was moving too much and didn't realize that the baby in my stomach also needed rest. The decision to sit for a moment, stroke my stomach and try to invite the little one to interact.

It rained hard, shortly after my stomach was no longer tense. Changing my eyes that felt heavy, proved several times I yawned.

But I am reminded of another task that must be completed now. My new room is still a mess. I haven't pulled any of my stuff out of the cardboard.

Although very reluctant, I tried to get up and leave the sofa. Grabbing cardboard for cardboard and taking out my stuff. Starting from my clothes, reading books, skincare, and others. I'm trying to make it as neat as possible.

Not done cleaning the room, cramping back I feel. This time it hurt so much, I bent down to be able to walk to bed. Trying to inhale as much oxygen as possible, I continued to beristighfar.

I had to lie down, and I did it as soon as I got to bed.

"Yes Allah ... Protect my baby."

I'm really worried about his condition in there. Guilt suddenly grew so big. "I'm sorry, son."

As hard as I held back my tears, my fear was even greater. I'm afraid of losing her.

Heavy rain has subsided. I dare not get up and finish my work. Really, I need to get some rest. And I chose to sleep.

It was very painful, when the dawn prayer woke up, my stomach still felt tight and stiffened. "Oh my God, what should I do? I have to prepare a dish to welcome my husband."

With great effort, I got up. Leaving red patches that penetrate my robe to plagiarize on a bed sheet. I didn't see it, rather I didn't have time to walk to the bathroom.

Intentions want to take a bath and then get together, asking for the protection of the Powerful. But I was very surprised, seeing the blood coming out quite a lot soaking up the leggings, underwear, and worse running a little at my feet.

"Astaghfirullah, why me?"

My mind rumbles. Both hands tremble due to a heartbeat that does not want to move normally. Soon I finish my bath. And after putting on clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed. I rubbed my stomach with mixed feelings.

I cry again. I was terrified of a very big one. "Please, hang in. Forgive umi for not paying attention to you. Umi thinks you're strong like Umi, son. Sorry."

For quite a while, even until the sunlight had broken through the gap of the curtain, I had just moved out of the room.

All ART is busy serving breakfast. The father-in-law has not been seen occupying his chair at the dining table. I went down the stairs carefully.

"Mbok," call me on one of the ARTs.

"Excuse me, Ma'am," he answered and faced me.

"Brother, where?"

"A cup of tea in front. Indy's mom wants some tea?"

I immediately shook my head. "May I ask you a favor, Mbok?"

"By, Ma'am. Please."

"Please make food that Mas Rio likes. Today he came home from the hospital. Can, Mbok?" Although I doubt it, it will not be the same as my own making.

"Can, Ma'am."

"Sir." I immediately sat down on an empty chair that was only in a bulkhead by a round table.

"Ndy, is breakfast?" I see, he was a little surprised by my greeting.

"Yet. Your own father?" Even though I knew he had not had breakfast yet, I still had to ask him. As a form of my attention.

"Later. Better, you have breakfast first." He even told me that of course I would not eat dishes alone. I don't like breakfast alone. Slender.

"By the way, Mas Rio will be home at 10. Too long and can tingle if you wait for him from now on." I deliberately insinuated him to want to go to breakfast.

"Good, Ndy. Come on, let's have breakfast."

I smiled because he could understand the direction of the conversation. Actually the pain in my stomach has not gone away. I still have to try to straighten up to be able to hide the pain in my stomach.

Thankfully, my father-in-law did not suspect anything at all. I don't want to make him worry about my own carelessness.

We had not finished breakfast, suddenly the bell rang, making the father-in-law stop his mouthful.

The popping ART ran towards the door. That bright, clean face, as clean as the blue sky that was not covered in gray clouds. I saw him poking out from behind the bulkhead wall.

The sunny weather describes my current mood, I am happy to see her back in this house. He kissed the back of his father's hand. Then I looked at me with a dislike look. Is there something wrong with my appearance?

Apparently not, he doesn't like seeing me in his house. More precisely I look like the parasite he imagines right now.

Lili waved her hand silently to me. I replied with a thin smile.

"Have you had breakfast?" My father-in-law asked them to join.

"My appetite is gone, seeing him in this house too." He protested my existence.

"Emc ... You guys can have breakfast. I'm going to the room, my breakfast is done." Though my advice still remains a lot. I took her to the kitchen. I really don't want to disturb his comfort. For me, with him being able to return to this house in a safe state has been a great relief.

"Mbok, bring the food I asked to make to the dining table." I gave a message to Mbok ART before leaving the kitchen.

I headed for the room through the back road so Rio wouldn't be sick of seeing me wandering around his house. Isn't this my home too? Yeah, correct. But I was very bad in his eyes. I had to give up, because he was losing his memory. And also his love for me.

Reasonably wanting to put down Rio's belongings, Lili settles into my room. I told him about my room and Rio.

And it wasn't hard for Lili to know where it was, she had come to this house. Of course Rio once showed his room to the girl.

"You're pale in face, Ndy. You all right?" Lili lifted my chin with both of her hands cupping my face.

"I'm just late for breakfast. How's condition? What did the doctor say?" To be honest, that question really represents my hope. A certainty of Rio's memory returning to me. I was very waiting for him.

"It only takes control a few times. The rest of us have to help her a lot."

I nodded, my heart not at all relieved. That means that somehow, Rio's memory will return. There is no certainty.