Young Mom's

PART 50'S

Nervous, a word that Azila now experiences. His hands were clinging to each other with red cheeks. The clock had already shown at one o'clock in the evening and exactly at twelve their reception was over.

"Ck, why should I be nervous? have I ever slept together with my father? huft, relax Azila. You can definitely," Azila said as she walked back and forth in front of a window that displayed the atmosphere of the night-time city.

"Eh, but if the father asks for his rights how? oh, don't want me. I'm still plain cute and cute" said Azila.

Azila stayed for a while and took a quiet breath, Cklek. Azila turned back, looking Arsen who had worn the same satin nightgown as her, not forgetting her hand rubbing her hair with a small towel.

"Why not sleep?" Ask Arsen as he walks towards her.

"Em, anu Azila wait for you first. Mama said Azila was not polite wife sleep first," said Azila with a little nervousness.

Arsen nodded then sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand pulling Azila to stand in front of him, "Please dry her hair."

Azila nodded then took over to dry Arsen's hair, while Arsen wrapped both his hands around Azila's waist.

"Are you hungry?" Ask Arsen.

"No, I ate the same cake as Airin. It's not good to have dinner like this" Azila said with a hand that stopped rubbing against Arsen's hair.

"Emang why? hungry sir?" Azila asked while looking down at Arsen.

Arsen looked at Azila flat while the one being stared at only raised next to his eyebrows as if asking 'what'.

"Why still call father hm?" Asked Arsen in a low voice.

Azila's forehead shriveled deeply, "Keep, what should I call?"

Arsen sneered angrily at why Azila was insensitive, "Honey. Didn't I say the day before marriage, that don't call me father. I'm not your father honey."

"Oh hehe sorry, I-I forgot."

"J-so what should I call you?" Azila's great-grandson, Arsen had his lips fat.

"Why are you ashamed of this? call me romantic, baby."

Azila nodded her hand gently scratching her nape itchy, "Damn it! why am I so nervous on this cake," Inner Azila grimaced.

While Arsen looked at Azila expectantly, Azila bit her lower lip, "Em, gi-gimana if Azila calls ka-kak?" Azila asked doubtfully.

Instantly Arsen's cheerful countenance became flat, Azila made a wave, "Why?"

"Ck, baby. Why are you hm?" Arsen asked as he stroked Azila's back slowly.

"Ck, fuck Arsen. I don't know if I'm nervous anymore, afraid to be invited yes I am," Inner Azila shouted.

"No, I don't why. I-I just sleepy, sleep yuk. It's also night time" Azila led Arsen to lie down.

Arsen just stared at Azila in wonder while Azila leisurely slept beside Arsen with her back.

"Dear."

"Hm" replied Azila.

"Isn't sleeping on your back impolite?" Azila pursed her lips and then slowly turned her body towards Arsen who was sleeping facing her with a faint smile.

"Sorry,"

Arsen smiled then carried Azila his hug, "It's okay. Don't do that again."

"Yes." Yeah."

Arsen increasingly tightened his embrace, Azila who looked comfortable also slipped his head to Arsen, "Hm, sleep."

Before long a soft snort sounded in Arsen's ear, Arsen looked down at Azila's peaceful face. A sweet smile on her mouth, Arsen kissed Azila's forehead gently.

"Sweet dreams, my wife" She whispered.

...~o0o~...

Two weeks since Azila's wedding, Airin is now riding his metic motorcycle at moderate speed. She had just returned home from school which added study hours for the twelfth graders because in less than two weeks, they were going to have a school exam.

Airin looked up when he felt the speck of rain that flushed the city in the afternoon today.His gaze looked towards the clock that was circular on his wrist, seen a short needle that showed six more than a quarter.

"Okay how, just break what shade first yes," he thought while running the bike slowly.

Airin bit her lower lip worried, "Ah well, break ajalah."

Without realizing it, a car followed him behind. The person in the car smiled, "You're gone this time," he said.

While Airin propelled his motor faster when his heart felt something strange, "What is this? I don't feel good."

Airin looked at the rearview mirror, his eyes sharpened when the car behind him was seen following him. Feeling something was wrong Airin increased the speed of his moto while occasionally looking back.

"Ah was caught turned out to be hihihi," said someone who was in the car.

"I'm crazy why he's following me, this is too. Why the way to my house feels so long," murmured Airin.

Tinnn...

Airin glared at the side of the car that was speeding, really he did not realize if the traffic light was red.

Brakes.

"Akh," Shouted Airin as his body and motor were thrown away.

The rain spots were getting heavier, the water mixed with blood welled up in this quiet street. Airin blinked his eyes when he felt the intense dizziness, the head wrapped in the helmet felt very wet with the smell of rancid and wet ground thickly smelled.

"T-please," She sighed with tears occasionally dripping.

Airin looked at the side where the car that hit him was rolled with shards of glass around him. His breathing felt heavy with his body feeling locked.

Tap tap tap.

The sound of footsteps sounded so faint in the rain, Airin blinked his eyes when his vision felt blurred. A shadow of a man standing beside her.

"It turns out, I don't have to dirty my hands for this. Good, rest easy hahaha. You're a stupid girl who wants to go with a scoundrel like her."

Airin said I heard a man's voice, "I'll be happy if you die. If you die, he'll be weak. And I'll be free to kill those two kids."

"Aaa-" Pekik Airin restrained when a glass is plugged in his stomach, while the man smiled slanted.

"Funny right? Ah, if it is. I'll add to it," said the man who was submerged in the sound of the pouring rain.

Airin felt her stomach pain that was like a lot of blood, "Akh!" Pekik Airin when he felt the glass was lifted and plugged back.

"Hahaha good-bye. Stupid girl!"

The man smiled and walked away from Airin, who was half conscious. Airin glanced at him with tears coming down hard, his eyes heavy with stomach that felt very painful.

"Om, t-please Airin. I-this is sa-kit."

Agas ran from the hospital hallway, his gaze looking worried. The roar of his breath hunting when he arrived in the operating room, seen both his parents and parents Airin sitting limp in the waiting chair.

"Bun," Call Agas slowly.

Everyone looked at Agas, Gina smiling soothingly. His hand took Agas to sit next to the operating room.

"Watery?"

"Quiet yeah. Airin must be fine," Gina gently stroked her son's hair.

Agas walked towards Airin's parents and sat down with both knees on his pedestal, "Sorry Agas om Tan. I can't take care of Airin."

Dira rubbed his tears slowly and smiled faintly at Agas, "No, don't apologize. It's not your fault, stand up."

Agas stood with his head lowered, "Sorry."

"Now, stop apologizing. Just pray for Airin in there," Dira patted Agas' arm.

Cklek.

The door of the operating room opened, Agas quickly approached the doctor, "How is my lover doing?"

The doctor opened his mask, "There was a hard impact on his head but fortunately the impact was not fatal to his brain. His left hand suffered a bone fracture and his stomach glass slightly injured his internal organs."

"I'm sorry, the patient went into a coma. Patient will be transferred to hospital today, excuse me."

"Koma?" Ask Agas in disbelief.

"H-haha, no. I-this must be a lie, this bun is a dream, right," said Agas while shaking Gina's arm.

"Mother!" Said Agas a little loudly, his hands randomly shuffling his hair in frustration. Her tears just fell, her heart was so anxious to hear that her girl was in a coma, she was afraid that she would never see her again.