Womb of Titipan

Panti Rujak.

Dahlia walked away near the door of the room where her daughter was being cared for followed by Vishnu who also walked half-thoughtfully.

Suddenly Dahlia stopped her steps, she then slowly turned her body towards her husband.

"What are we going to tell Dance now?" dahlia asked looking at her husband sadly.

Vishnu.

Dahlia immediately covered her face with both hands.

"I can't say it" said Dahlia in tears.

"Let me alone" said Vishnu.

Dahlia saw her husband.

"What are you going to tell him?"

Vishnu took a deep breath.

"I'd say if the donor we said back then didn't fit in with him."

Dahlia fell silent, she wiped her tears.

"Tell her now to Dance, I don't want her to dream much anymore" Dahlia said, wiping away her tears.

"But.."

"But what?" Dahlia saw her husband sharp.

"Better later, I'm not ready to say it yet."

"No!! You have to say it right now. Before the list of what he will do if he recovers, you have to stop him right now" Dahlia said with tears held back.

Hearing that Vishnu could not hold back his tears, he took a few steps back until finally leaning against the wall.

Vishnu turned his body against the wall, then cried his back to his wife, despite trying not to make a sound, but Dahlia could still hear clearly the sound of her husband's voice as he pleased, making him again shed his tears.

The atmosphere seemed quiet, in the corridor of the VVIP room area that was rarely passed by many people, the two husbands and wives cried out their heartache.

Vishnu thought that what his wife said was true, they must immediately tell Tari if in fact his hope to recover is now impossible because the donor who became his only hope is now impossible to help, he said, as a result, Dance will not be able to recover from her illness and they still have to rely on drugs and other forms of treatment such as chemotherapy, which has helped her to survive.

One thing that makes Vishnu sad until crying is his wife reminded him of the wish list that he had written if he recovered later, in addition to wanting to go on vacation and continue his hobby, Dari said, Dance still had another wish list that she had shown her a few days ago, where each day the list grew longer.

So Vishnu understood his wife's intention to immediately tell Tari, not to break her spirit, but it would be better if Tari knew the real situation so that he did not expect something that could not happen.

Vishnu wiped his tears, he turned his body slowly and then saw his wife who was leaning against the wall beside the door.

"I'm going in." Vishnu saw Dahlia.

Dahlia nodded slowly.

Vishnu walked slowly towards the door, then confidently opened it and went inside.

Vishnu walked closer to the bed, where apparently he saw his daughter was already sleeping soundly. Vishnu then momentarily looked at the thin body of the princess who now seemed to only live bone wrapped in skin, also her pelontos head was no longer overgrown with hair, making her heart rustle in pain.

Unable to linger seeing his daughter, Vishnu who also did not want to disturb the sleeping Dance immediately left the room, he slowly walked towards the door, opened it and closed it slowly.

"He was asleep" Vishnu told his wife outside the room.

Dahlia then looked at her watch, which time had shown at half-ten p.m.

"You just go home, I'll sleep here with Tari" said Dahlia as she opened her daughter's bedroom door.

Dahlia knew that if her daughter slept well due to the effects of sleeping pills given by her doctor, because if it wasn't like that, then Tari wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

Dahlia then moves on, intending to go to the bathroom, before she justifies the blanket of Dance, but she accidentally sees something under her daughter's pillow, making Dahlia curious and takes it slowly.

Dahlia is surprised to find out if it is a photo of Aaric, making himself throw his body back on the chair while continuing to look at the photo, until finally he was sure of something. Dari still loves Aaric very much and will never be able to forget him, as evidenced by this photo that is secretly still kept by his daughter.

"Darling, you have suffered so much, apart from your illness, you must also suffer from not being able to be with the man you love" Dahlia murmured in her heart as she looked at her daughter's face, he then returned the photo to its origin.

"Honey, if Aaric is your happiness, then mama will make it back with you, mama doesn't care if she has become someone else's property, as long as you are happy, mama would do anything to get him back to being yours." Dahlia was determined in her heart.

***

"You haven't slept?" aaric asked as he hugged his wife who was lying down from behind.

Naina shook her head slowly.

"What was it because of thinking about that incident? I told you not to think about it" said Aaric.

"No. I've forgotten what happened. I tried not to remember it because I knew it wasn't good for my womb" Naina replied quietly.

"Good baby, I'm glad you're thinking about our son. What makes you sleepless?" ask Aaric again.

"I want to eat mango rye," replied Naina suddenly.

"What?" Aaric lifted his body.

Naina turned her body to face her husband.

"I want to eat mango rye now," said Naina half whining.

Aaric then sat down, he looked at his wife.

"What is this called cravings?"

"I don't know," Naina replied sitting down as well.

"Wait a minute, if it's not wrong, I just accidentally heard that if you have prepared young mangoes for you, wait here, I call you first." Aaric is getting ready to go down to the floor.

"I knew. But not that young mango." Naina kept her husband from getting out of bed.

"Then?"

"I want young mangoes in Panti" said Naina slowly.

"What??!" Aaric.

"Yes, whose tree is in front of the field, the mango tree is thick fruit, and the young mango tastes very good for merujak," said Naina while gulping.

"So I have to go there now? and climb that mango tree night-night?" aaric asked as he looked at the wall clock which had shown at half eleven in the evening.

Naina nodded slowly.

"This is what your son wants" Naina replied as she rubbed her stomach.

Aaric patted his forehead.

"All right, I'll get ready first." Aaric got out of bed.

"Oh yes, I want to make Sumi bi."

Aaric again made flabbergasted, imagining if he also had to wake bi Sumi at midnight just to ask him to make sambal rujak.