Womb of Titipan

Passed.

Dance stared at the reflection of herself on the large glass in front of her

She held back tears seeing her distant figure change. His body is getting thinner, his head is almost bald and his face is pale increasingly confirms if he is really in severe pain.

Tari then sat in a hospital bed, which now seems to be her second home in the last five years.

Sitting down, Dari recalls her encounter with Aaric last night, their first meeting after five years, a meeting she had actually been avoiding.

Dari thinks she should have heard Axel's advice not to come to Aaric's reception party last night because she thinks it's only going to make her sadder and right instead she's going to be happy there it actually makes it fall, Dance can not stand to see the man she loves with other women in the guarantee.

Suddenly someone opened the door of her room, hurriedly Dari wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks.

A middle-aged woman approached Tari, sat down beside him and directly lowered her head.

"What happened last night, you met Aaric?"

Dance squeezed both her hands, then nodded slowly.

"Had my mom said if you had better not come there, everything would only make me sadder."

"I'm okay ma. I'm fine." Dance tried to smile while looking at her mother.

Dahlia looked at her daughter, looking at her with nanar.

"You shouldn't have left him first."

Dance shook her head.

"No ma. My decision was right to make him hate me. I don't want him to see me like this."

"Aaric used to love you so much, son. I'm sure if you don't make him misunderstand, he'll be loyal to you no matter what."

"Ma..I can't keep him with me, with me who's sick. Especially when his father also just died, in the midst of his sadness he also had to take a big responsibility to take over the company, I can not add to his burden by telling him about my illness."

"If I stay with him, I can't fulfill all his dreams either." Dance wiped her tears.

"He wanted us to get married and have children because that was the wish of his mother and grandmother, while I, with my illness, could not give him." The dance began to sob.

Dahlia hugged her daughter.

"You'll heal, son. Mama and papa promised that you would get well," Dahlia patted Tari's shoulder while holding back her tears from coming out.

Dance broke away from her mother's embrace.

"Now that I don't expect to recover, I know how severe this disease is."

Dahlia hurriedly shook her head.

"What happened to you is the same as what happened to your uncle. You see if now he has recovered and returned to health, long life until now," said Dahlia excitedly.

"Tell me, don't give me hope." Dancing down.

Dahlia held both of her daughters shoulders.

"Please don't give up, it all depends on your spirit to heal."

Dance looked back at her mother, looked at the woman who had given birth to her, the woman who had been accompanying her tirelessly and gave up.

"I'm sorry, mah. I just feel tired of having a lot to hope for." Dance hugged her mother.

"Your hopes will not be in vain, son. Believe me if our struggle all this time will pay off, you will be healed and healthy as before."

Dance nodded her head.

***

Week Later.

Naina is choosing work clothes for her husband, she is busy choosing a suit that is suitable to be paired with the shirt she has chosen.

Suddenly Aaric hugged her from behind, using only a towel because she had just finished bathing, Aaric teased his wife.

"let go. You'll have bad luck."

Aaric let go of his embrace.

Naina turned her body to face her husband.

"Wait a minute." Aaric held his wife's hand.

"How about we go on another honeymoon?"

Naina frowned.

"Honeymoon again? Where's where?"

"This time we will go abroad, you choose which country you want to visit."

Naina seemed to be thinking.

"Nothing." Naina shakes.

"alright. I'll choose then. How about we just go around Europe?"

Naina frowned.

"Hm... How about next time."

"Why?" ask Aaric astonished.

"Grandmother still has to go back and forth control to the hospital, I want to accompany her. The plan is also this afternoon I will accompany him to the hospital."

"There's a mother who used to accompany him, right?"

"Yes. But mom must be tired because all this time we have to take care of Grandma, we let her take a break to take care of Grandma, how? can't you?"

Aaric seemed to understand Naina's reasoning.

"alright. Then let's just drop off the honeymoon."

Naina smiles.

"I'm going down first, right?"

Aaric nodded, he saw his wife leaving their room.

Aaric smiled happily, feeling grateful for having been given a wife who loved Grandma and her mother sincerely.

***

Naina pushed the wheelchair Grandma was riding down the hospital corridor followed by two nurses who used to take care of Grandma, they had just finished doing a check-up to find out the health development of Grandma.

They continued down the hallway to the hospital lobby, until Naina accidentally saw a figure she felt familiar with passing them.

Naina felt that the person she had just passed her was Tari, her husband's ex-boyfriend, but she was a little hesitant because this time she looked so different, not to mention she was sitting in a wheelchair, driven by someone who looks like his mother.

"What's up, son?" asked Grandma disperse the daydream of Naina who was still staring.

Naina looked surprised, she immediately pushed back the wheelchair again.

"No grandma. I just feel like I know someone who just passed by us, but I think I'm wrong."

Grandma smiled

"Why don't you come to make sure?"

"No Grandma. I'm sure I'm wrong."

Naina brushed off her mind if that person was Dance, she was sure that they were just similar, she said, after all, the woman looked much different from the Dance she had met at that time which appeared very beautiful and charming.

The woman actually looks weak helpless sitting on a wheelchair, her face is pale and her body is very thin and her bald head makes Naina sure if she is suffering from a serious illness, not to forget he also prayed that the woman was immediately given a cure, because honestly he felt a little sympathy for her.

Naina kept pushing Grandma's wheelchair, until she was startled by someone calling her.

"Miss. Wait." Wait."

Naina instantly stopped her steps, looking back where a middle-aged man approached her with a gasp.

"Yes?" asked Naina in astonishment.

The man looked at Naina.

"sorry. May I know your mother's name?"