Wife On Paper

Chapter 215

"Son, shouldn't you tell your husband?" said Fatimah carefully. What Ara had in mind, could not be read by such an old woman.

They have now returned from the hospital. And Fatimah's mother forced Ara to come back with her to Panti. The old woman did not have the heart to see what Ara experienced. Because the foster child vomited several times with a face that was still pale all the way home.

Ara speechless. His mind is on two opposite things. On the one hand it says to tell this happy news to the man he loves. But on the other hand, his heart was in revolt because it had come this far. The woman could not have foiled everything she painstakingly did, for the child to be willing to return. His sacrifice must be sweet, though not for him.

Ara wiped away her tears that suddenly flowed. Every woman must crave her husband to be near her, especially when they are pregnant young like this. But he was already at this point, he couldn't possibly return just for the reason of his pregnancy, or else everything would fall apart.

"No, Ma. I I'll raise her alone." Ara lowered her head, her heart was squeezed strong. Despite trying as hard as steel he remains fragile, let alone relate to the people he loves.

Ms. Fatimah exhaled softly. This woman certainly knows what her foster child is thinking. But he never tired of giving advice, because in fact he also did not have the heart of Adrian who he also considered his own son. And that old woman knew the depth of their love. But what he can do, he's trying to appreciate Ara's decision.

"Alright," rubbed Ara's back gently. "Mom trusts you. I hope this final decision is best for you." Though Fatimah's mother knew, what Ara did by going from Adrian was backfiring for herself. And it hurts.

"But I asked you to stay here. I can't bear to, if you have to stay alone while you're pregnant." Asking for but also forcing the head of the home does so for the safety of Ara and her future baby.

"I'm okay, Mom. It's just my baby's luggage. I promise I'll eat and take medicine."

Sometimes Ara feels nauseous. His stomach churned about to pull out something that was inside, but when he tried to spit it out, nothing came out.

"No! Do you have to stay here or do I call Adrian!? I don't want you out there alone." Ms. Fatimah said firmly not to be denied. He had to do it. Where could he possibly let Ara live alone in the boarding house.

"No, Ma! Everything I did would have been for nothing if Mas Adrian knew where I was." Ara came back crying. She misses her husband very much. Just discussing it made his chest tight. Especially with their baby. It seems that his existence increasingly makes his longing for Adrian even more passionate.

"All right, I obey. I'll stay here, but let me work, Mom. I've been a lot of trouble" Ara said as she wiped back her tears.

"If you're doing well, I'll let you. But as long as you haven't, you should stay in your room!"

"But__"

"Mom don't want to be denied! Now rest, it's night. If you need anything, call Sri through the intercom in your room. Don't go out on your own. The weather's so cold, son, I don't want you getting sick." Ara nodded and complied.

Fatimah enveloped Ara, after which she shifted her body until she lay down. Then briefly peeked the top of his foster child's head to give strength, and after he resigned.

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Adrian seemed silent in his room. Despite his break today, the man was still thinking of some possibilities to find the whereabouts of the wife. He knew Ara had no one in the world but herself, Panti and Mela. The other two options he had contacted and all answered if his wife did not come to them.

Today, it is almost the eighth month he lost the woman he loved. In addition to his worry, his longing had also been mountainous. And even more pitifully, it felt like the aura in their home was no longer the same. It was cold, cold and dead. Because the homeowner just went out to work then returned home after the night, and of course such a monotonous routine every day.

Every weekend, there are no meaningful activities that the man does at home. Adrian is like a man out of his way. He would surround any room where he used to spend time with Ara first. After that, he just entered back into the room, then looked at everything that was left by his wife.

The roses on the balcony were blooming, seen meandering in the wind. But they are lifeless, not as fresh as when the wife is there. Although Adrian never missed it to be watered and treated.

Entering his room, the man opened Ara's wardrobe. Looking at one by one all the goods he bought or bought by the woman herself, none of which were taken. Ara completely left everything behind. Including themselves and their memories.

Adrian threw his body into the bed where they used to make love and spent a long night together. It felt claustrophobic again, and his heart was perfectly packed. Even though she had been gone for almost a year, the pain was still the same. Pain from loss is also left behind. He felt like a stupid man that day, the day his wife disappeared on his birthday. And Adrian was completely unaware of the many surprises of the day, ending with the loss of half of his life.

Drrt.

Drrt.

The phone in his vibrating pocket made him stunned. Seeing a glimpse of who contacted him, made the man immediately rise to the bathroom to wash his face.

"Hai boy's. How you doing?" The face of a person who is a duplicate filled the phone screen after the man shifted the green button. Adrian who looks fresh, does not make the child suspicious at all. If in the smile of the father, stored the guilt of his life is half.

"Dad! My friends send greetings to Daddy, as well as their thanks for what Daddy gave. My efforts here are growing, though not as fast as Daddy's. " Dani's smile is perfect. Proud of yourself in front of your father.

"Now we have several branches in several tourist destinations here." Adrian gave his thumbs up giving a code if he was proud of the achievement of the child.

Some time ago through zoom, Adrian gave free knowledge to develop a business based on his experience.

This was of course welcomed by Dani's friends. Although not a large international businessman, but the father had several times appeared on the front page of a world-class business magazine. So Adrian is one of the people who need not doubt his expertise. His football as a successful businessman at a young age made his name known.

Today the child brings happy news. Dani and his friends who are members of the coffee shop business managed to develop their wings at important points in the country's best chocolate producer.

"Thank God. Keep fighting you boys. Then how was your college?"

"Same, Dad. I want to stay here with them. Who knew I could surpass the success Daddy is currently achieving." Adrian certainly knows what Dani meant. His son remained in his position not to go home as long as there was Ara. And now, Ara had even been away from home all this time. But in Adrian's heart has not given up, he still continues to search and hope to find the woman he loves.

"You can definitely. You'll be better than Daddy!" The wise advice of the father sounded melodious.

Dani can see the dimming glare of his father's eyes as he talks about his return. How else, he still will not go home as long as the mother is still with the father.

After encouraging and not discussing sensitive matters anymore, Dani ended her video call.

"Lang, prepare for tomorrow's trip to Bandung! We leave after the afternoon break" Adrian said, looking away at the tall buildings outside through the translucent glass in front of him. With a blank look, a prayer and a little hope. May God still give him a chance.

"How many days, sir?" asked the Eagle who stood not far from the master.

"One day only two, Lang."

"All my hotel reservations, sir?"

"You only. Maybe I'll stay at the parlour."

The eagle looked up in disbelief. The employer never stayed in any place let alone an orphanage. Marena is certainly the rooms are far from decent for the classmate of the employer even though it has been renovated. Hopefully there is no drama there later, hope the Eagle in heart.

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AlAra's stomach is beginning to show. Since the incident he fell in front of the gate, Fatimah not only asked Ara to stay in the orphanage but also forbade the foster children to work. The old woman was worried about the baby and her mother because they had no one in this town. Moreover, the distance between the workplace and the parlor is quite far.

Every mother has a different condition during her pregnancy. Like Ara for example, she often nausea and difficulty eating in the first trimester of pregnancy so that her weight shrinks and her face looks pale. By being in the orphanage, the caretakers and other residents of the orphanage can help keep Ara every day.

"Be careful Sam, don't run!" ara shouted while in the park. The woman is currently looking after one of the four-year-old children. She was so cute with her wavy hair, also her ever chatty little lips asked this to Ara.

It's only eleven o'clock. But the clouds are already hanging signs the rain is about to arrive. And the wind blows alternately against the small body that looks to contain it. Yes, the period of nausea vomiting has passed Ara after leaving the second trimester. And now his body looks fresher and not pale anymore.

"Come in. The wind was too strong, it seemed like it was raining soon. Let the mother bring Samuel in," Sri's mother pinta told Ara. The middle-aged woman living in the parlour helped with whatever was needed there. Clean, cook and look after children. And these last few months, it's always been helping Ara.

Samuel, the most active child in the orphanage whose oversight responsibilities were handed over to Ara by the head mother of the parlour.

"Thank you, Mom. Tell Sam if tonight I can't keep him studying because of my college schedule." Ara feeling uneasy always troubled the middle-aged woman.

"Just calm down, Ra. Who did you go with? Do I need a mommy?" Highlight the worried eyes of Bu Sri can Ara see. But the beautiful woman went alone. He thought, accompanied by the driver alone was enough.

"Sapto who delivered. No need, Mom. As the children get to the test, they need their mothers more. I'm picking Samuel, yeah. Learning is as comfortable as it is, he doesn't like to be forced" Ara explained about Samuel.

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"Normal blood pressure, enough amniotic fluid, good position, good heart rate." The doctor played the sound of Ara's baby's heartbeat pounding hard and faster than hers.

Ara teased. The little creature grew healthy in her womb. Although the first trimester was cranky and was the most difficult time he had to face, but eventually the woman was able to get through it.

"Emm__"

"Mom want to know her gender?" ask the doctor while sliding several times the tool that is attached to Ara's stomach.

"It's not necessary, Doc. Let's just let it surprise." Ara's thin smile. Male or female, he will accept it.

"Perhaps his father will ask." The doctor asked with a friendly smile.

"No need, Doc." Ara's lipped arch faded. He held back the tightness. Even her husband did not know she was pregnant.

"Alright, O .. yes but the baby's weight is still lacking, ma'am. It's not according to his age. Later I give vitamins and also the mother must drink pregnant milk, so that the baby gets a good nutritional intake and later the weight increases," explained the doctor clearly.

"Yes, Doc."

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Ara returned late at night, due to a long queue at the obstetrician where she checked herself.

The woman tightened the sweater she was wearing because of the cold weather and drizzle that did not subside since this afternoon.

Once inside the room, he only briefly cleaned himself then immediately lay on his bed, with thick socks that accompanied him these past few months.

Cold weather and an enlarged stomach make it difficult to sleep every night. His eyes can not be compromised at all until he will just be sleepy in the morning.

Hc .. tok ....

Gts ... Gts ....

The sound of consecutive beats and a soft call broke his dream that morning. Clamoring while trying to collect lives, Ara squinted trying to guess who was knocking on her bedroom door. He would wake up at 7 or 8 every morning. And the residents of the poultice, because he could just close his eyes before morning.

"Nature ... Wake up!"

"Sister! Wake brother!"

That's not the voice of a mother. And the knock on the door didn't stop.

"A little while, wait for Mom." Ara guessed it was Sri's voice. I don't know whose voice called him Brother.

The woman pulled the sweater she placed beside her bed put it on her shoulder, then rolled up her original hair and opened the door.

"A__"

"Let's get out!"

"What's up, Mom?"

"The question is later. Sin quickly clean all of Ara's clothes! Don't let anyone miss!" the order of Bu Sri to the caretaker named Sinta.

Sinta who had prepared a large plastic bag immediately picked up Ara's belongings. Both large and small, and just put it in the black plastic bag.

"Don't forget to clean up Sin!" shouted Sri who had gone a little far to guide Ara.

"What's really wrong, ma'am? Why my stuff is packed. Am I being evicted?"

"Not Ra. We have to hurry before we get caught." the sound of Sri's mother hunting, her breathing is still panting because she had time to run to get to Ara's room.

"Yes. But who's caught?"

Bu Sri heard the voice of the mother of the orphanage talking and getting closer and closer. The middle-aged woman immediately pulled Ara to enter a small hallway that had no doors. Fortunately, the room was L-shaped so that anyone at the end of the hall was not visible from the outside.

"Who are we hiding from!?" Ara still spoke loudly because Sri's answer was not satisfactory.

"Sstttt ... Keep your voice down!" whisik bu Sri's.

"Sorry, Son. I also really don't know where alAra is. He didn't come to this place. Mom apologized for her departure" said Ms Fatimah, sounding concerned.

"It's okay, Mom. All my fault, maybe I deserve to be left out. But if you hear from me or he comes here, I beg you, let me know first, without telling my wife."

"Yes, son, definitely."

It was the voice of the head of the parlour and someone he knew.

"Maas ...." Ara closed her own mouth holding back the cry. The woman was almost unsteady if there was no Sri behind her.

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