Towards True Love 2

Towards the Last Episode

I haven't shut myself down since that day. I don't think time is rolling so fast. Took me to the day I was so looking forward to. The day I give birth.

Yes, God gave me rahma again. Once again I was given trust by Him. To keep a little angel who will soon be present in place of the angel that I once failed to embrace with real.

The presence of this baby in my stomach on the bridge that severed the doubt in my heart that had been present and almost separated me and Rio.

I began to be absolutely sure, after several times Istiqoroh I passed and God gave me an answer through this fetus. I am very sure that this is the answer.

One year I've been waiting and still continue to pray that Rio's memory will return soon. I want to go back to living with my old husband. Who does not ask to ascertain something in the past that is lost in his memory.

I want him back to what he used to be. Which if I give him a tight hug he'll hug me tighter. Not even asking, how often do we hug like this?

Or when I was caught staring at his face while he was asleep. Honestly, I want him back to what he used to be. I'm tired of explaining. I'm tired of answering questions.

I want to be like before. With my heart that has returned his love. With my heart fully engraved with his name. With all my doubts about her that have been lost.

In the afternoon, the last schedule will be to check the womb before falling on the day of labor. Rio promised to go home sooner. Like the previous months, he routinely accompanied me on gynaecology checks.

I can't wait until the afternoon. I called the doctor to change the schedule that I would come after dhuhur only.

Changes in schedule are confirmed. I just need to call my husband. I don't think he'd mind if he got home in fifteen minutes.

The distance of the complex we live with the furniture store is not so far away. And after all, Rio did not really take care of the shop that had not even been established for a year by himself.

Rio could already hire more than five people in his shop. Although it had not stood for long, but the store had grown very rapidly. Branding the sloping price makes the store named 'Langgeng Jaya Furniture' it quickly gets a lot of subscriptions.

I got even more impatient when Rio confirmed that he would be coming home soon to pick me up. I quickly changed clothes and dressed up. Not because I was going to go dress up, but instead to welcome my husband home.

I wear face packs when I get out of the house. I'm still guarding my marwah until this very moment.

It has been past ten minutes, I waited anxiously for rio on the terrace. Will my husband break his promise?

Tasbih keeps rolling in my right hand fingers. Every now and then this gaze checks the high gate that does not open the sign of someone coming.

I became more anxious as twenty minutes passed but my husband did not come. I decided to call him back. Unapplaced.

It was so upset. He had promised, but why did it suddenly frame without giving me a reason. Rio should be able to refuse or ask me to go alone agr I can't wait for him to be disappointed like this.

Can't wait any longer, I called tasi online, I'll go alone.

Not yet through the journey I sat in an online taxi, my phone rang.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Abi?" Rio's name on my screen.

"Accident?! In-where?!" I stuttered her panicked crib.

"We're on our way to Wiryo Kusumo Hospital."

"Okay, I'll be right up. Sorry, sir, how's it going?" I try to control my anxiety.

"I can't explain it, Ma'am."

Phone connection disconnected. I asked the taxi driver online to turn the direction to the hospital address that someone had said on the phone.

Then I called the doctor to cancel the meeting, because the doctor must have been waiting for me since. Finally, I contacted my father-in-law.

I went straight to the hospital's IGD by dragging my already bloated body a little faster. The first thing I came across was a man wearing a long-sleeved shirt that rolled around my side with bloodstains soiling some of his parts.

Is that my husband's bloodstain? Is his condition so severe? Why does the shirt look so wet with blood and the stain is so wide?

"Mas Rio's wife, huh?" Struggling he approached me. I nodded immediately acknowledging the question.

"This is the husband's phone, Ma'am. Mas Rio was inside, being treated by the doctor," he said with a serious face.

"Thank you, you helped my husband?"

"Sorry, Ma'am. I hit Mas Rio. I swear, by God, I did it by accident. I don't see Mas Rio crossing the street. Mas Rio appeared suddenly from the front of the car." The man explained the chronology of the incident.

"I'll take responsibility, Ma'am. I will not run away" he said regretfully.

I just kept quiet. Just keep breathing oxygen that I think is getting thinner. My mind was dissolved in the worst possible eventuality that could have happened.

Is it possible that this baby will never know his father? Just like my previous baby who also did not know his father?

Hopefully the ending I wrote does not break your expectations about the Indy-Rio Story..

Sorry if this novel ended in a hurry and did not match expectations

I'm really trying to pay off the promise that this novel is gonna end here

Oh yes, I will tell you here if later this novel is completed in revision yes.you can read the Indy-Rio version in a new packaging and of course there will be a sweeter ending.

Thank you to your loyal readers and thank you for all the support from start to finish. The final episode will update after this chapter. See you at my next work... Big Love You Inreaders (Inreaders\=indri loyal reader)