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Today is my schedule to take Bima to wash the blood. Mama Bima could not participate because she had to return briefly to Indonesia. It has been three days Mama Bima left, the plan is to go home this weekend.

Actually I can't bear to see Bima in pain like this but what's the power? Every effort we have made for the treatment of namin still Bima can not do kidney transplant surgery. It's getting worse, all I can do is make her happy. At least, Bima left with sweet memories not with the pain that He remembered.

While waiting for Bima who was washing blood, I read the email sent by Om Vishnu to me. The one who became a spy while I was abroad was Om Vishnu. He told me how the company developed and what was done by Aunt Sofie and Anggi while I was away.

Anggi and Arya are married. But it turns out that the leadership of the company was not transferred to Arya but still held by Ditya. Om Vishnu story, he said Aunt Sofie had invited Ditya to cooperate with him and become his ally.

I'm not surprised anyway. Ambitious nature and have a hidden purpose is definitely a characteristic of Ditya. I don't want to take a headache, as long as my monthly money is still transferred to the account all is not a problem. My shareholding is still 50 percent!

Om Vishnu who set everything. Anyway, my whereabouts in Holland nobody knows. My monthly money is also Om Vishnu who transfers of course with supervision from me. I felt no shortage while living in Holland. I also have income from blogging all this time. Not bad, I can help Bima's parents pay for Bima's treatment while in the Netherlands.

I deliberately made a consul to the obstetrician along with Bima's schedule of dialysis. So, Bima can see the development of children in my womb. That's one of the things that makes Bima happy. He cares for my son even though the child in my womb is not his son.

Bima was even more chatty and fussy than my own obstetrician. He always never absent advising me to take vitamins on time and not forget to consume pregnant milk. He's also the one who always checks the food I eat if I'm making a video outside via video call. Understandably, too busy I sometimes do not pay attention to what food is consumed.

When spending time together sometimes Bima likes to tell stories about his life first that had to move places following the location where his father was assigned. When she found out that she was sick, Bima's only goal was to find me and to spend her life with me. He found out where I was and it was easy to find where the Handaka family lived. They also live in Jakarta while continuing treatment and looking for a suitable kidney donor. Unfortunately we never met until accidentally Bima who was playing a bicycle met me. At that time he was still healthy because his kidneys were still functioning properly.

Bima then for the first time had a purpose in life. Since He was diagnosed with kidney damage, only this time He has the desire and the things He will do before his kidneys are all damaged. Being next to me and making a video was her wish. Therefore, his mother always supported anything he did as long as he was happy.

The days passed quickly. The number of my followers and video audience is increasing. Even though I didn't show myself and always wore a mask and a big shirt and a disguised voice. That became my trademark. Apparently, many do not care how I look. What matters is the content I present.

I started having trouble making videos with my stomach getting bigger and my legs swelling up. My waist also feels sore because the baby in my womb is getting heavier.

I've hired someone else to help with the job but still no one is as good as Bima. Bima's condition is getting worse. He could no longer walk and could only lie in bed.

Every time I see Bima who is so fragile, I always cry sad but I hide my tears in front of her. I don't want my sadness to make him sad. I knew Bima as hard as she could struggle to live to see the child in my womb born. I don't want to break her spirit with my cry.

Until one day during the day I felt a great pain in my stomach. I called my manager and we went to the hospital. Bima's mother has been told and intends to follow along with Bima. Before long, I gave birth to a normal baby girl. The beautiful baby was very similar to Ditya. Obviously, he is indeed Ditya's biological child.

While enduring the extreme sadness, Bima began to pity my son with her quivering voice and tears dripping down her face. I also cried to see the beautiful scenery in front of my eyes. How Bima loved a child who was not his own. There is no anger and jealousy because the woman he loves has a child from another man. Bima's heart is so sincere, He just wants me to be happy more than anything in the world.

I saw Bima so happy because she could still see the birth of my child and could carry it with both hands. I also gave him the opportunity to name my son.

Bima named my son Lily. Bima said, my son is beautiful and white like a lily. I like the name he gave me. Very suitable and impressed simple but full of meaning.

Because I gave birth normally, I wasn't in the hospital for very long. Arriving at home, I was surprised by the nursery that Bima had designed herself. Room with lots of pink trinkets.

"I'm sorry, Ra, I can't give you a lot of gifts. I just want to, you like this gift I gave you." said Bima in a weak voice.

As loud as I may not cry when my heart screams to scream and cries roaring. How Bima loved me so much and cared for my son. Nothing is as good and sincere as Bima to me.

I could only nod while forcing a smile behind my sadness. "Thank you very much Papa Bima."

Bima cried hearing the name I gave her. Although He is not my husband, but He is my Papa Lily. He loved my son who was not his real son and showed his affection with sweet things.

The situation of Bima is getting worse and worse. It is getting weaker and can only be in bed. I can only bring Lily around as entertainment.

Bima's tears kept crying looking at Lily and me. Until one day, Bima started to drop. Mama Bima had called the doctor to check, but the doctor said that this was the last moment Bima. The doctor raised his hand.

I'm not crying. I promised I wouldn't cry. I want Bima to leave by looking at my smiling face. It is different with Lily. As if to know that his adoptive father will leave this tiny baby just keeps crying.

"Life with happiness Ra. Go back to Ditya! You loved her. Forget all the grudges in your heart. Please apologize to Ditya for borrowing his wife for a while. I'm sorry I can't keep you company for long." Bima said in a stammering voice.

"Yes. I'm going back to Indonesia. Thank you so much Bim for what you've done for me and Lily. Thank you, you are so good, I am lucky to have a friend like you. I'm sincere Bim. I don't want you to live with pain for the rest of your life. Go quietly and don't worry about me and Lily anymore." I said in a trembling voice holding back the tears.

A long time later, Bima breathed her last breath with a smile on her face. Then I cried loudly and hugged Lily who was also crying sadly losing Papa rank. Goodbye Bim. Thank you for all your kindness so far the same to me. All the advice and knowledge you have given me will never be forgotten. I love you Bima...

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