Wife To Alan
Nadia Praja Diwangsa's

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AUTUOR POV

Inanti tried not to swallow everything raw. Breathe in, eject. 

"Miss…."

'Don't, Al. Your voice makes me feel good. Let alone Papa and Mama coming out, leaving me with this jerk guy.'

"Within…."

'Don't come any closer. Go!'' away!'

"Inan, I'm sorry."

'Prostrate at your son's feet, cruel man!'

"Home…"

And Inanti's tears were shed as Alan clasped his hand. His entire body was as if electrocuted, his cries soundless. His organs seemed to be malfunctioning, only tears explained.

No power, no power. To breathe alone Inanti found it difficult, just crying and crying.

"Home…"

Inanti brushed off Alan's hand that was about to wrap his cheek. Not because of disgust. But…. Inanti could not get close to him.

Alan's existence reminds Inanti of all her folly that lingers by her side. Which leads one of the babies away, leaving Inanti unable to care for him.

"Hey, I'm sorry."

"Go." Inanti cleared her throat due to the hoarse voice. "Go."

Inanti pulled the hand that Alan was holding. "Go."

The man did not cry, but Inanti saw sadness and slump in his eyes. However, he doesn't care.

"Go."

Alan walked away with his slow steps.

And as the door closed, Inanti cried out to feel the pain all by herself. And the pain increased when Inanti saw the blue socks, which were supposed to be worn by her baby boy.

Inanti can not stand, Inanti wants to wudhu and calm the mind.

The scissors that were there Inanti used to break the infusion hose.

When his feet felt the coldness of the floor, his entire body ached. But it's not as painful as his heart that they make fun of.

"Astagfirullah" he said at every step.

Inanti tries not to prejudge the power. However, the more Inanti tried to understand why God gave this trial, the more Inanti cried at each step.

In the bathroom, Inanti turns on the faucet and takes ablution.

For a moment Inanti thought all the pain would just disappear. But Inanti is not yet sincere.

Which made him fall down and cry. 

Inanti hits mukul dadinanti herself.

"Where to?" Sounded like steps approaching. "Maan?!"

Alan crouched down before his wife, trying to stop her self-harming hand.

"Deliver!"

"Nan, don't do this. Ananti!" Alan hugged her tightly, rubbing her back as if calming. "Don't be like this."

"You're evil…"

Alan kept hugging, he closed his eyes hearing that word.

"You're evil! It's all because of you!"

"I'm evil, I hurt you. Do not hurt yourself that is already full of wounds. Nadia needs you, she needs her mom."

'Nadia?'

"Yes, Nadia. Our son."

Our kid? Inanti longed to say, but her lips were twisted and swallowed by the crying.

"Nadia needs her mother, don't be like this, Inanti."

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Inanti the stupid time.

Alan remained next to her who was being examined by the doctor.

"The whole thing doesn't get disconnected again, ma'am. Until you don't have a lack of fluids, it can be removed."

"Thank you, Doc." Alan said that.

When the doctor came out, Alan touched his wife's hand. Which Inanti immediately avoids reluctant to come into contact with him. Inanti was obviously angry and could no longer be defined.

Alan sighed heavily, as if he was tired. But it should be Inanti who feels that way, why does she feel heavy?

"His name is Nadia Praja Diwangsa. I love the name, I also adzanin Nadia."

It was as if he gave her a name. Her pregnant self, her reviled self, had come out she was disdainful. Alan is a real jerk.

"The color of her eyes is just as rich as yours, so pretty. But still in the incubator, we'll be home in a week."

Since when does Alan like to talk to him? Is he sorry? Is he really sorry? But, isn't he disgusted with himself? Inanti was kicked into the back room with her baby. And he'll never forget that..

"All Nadia's needs have been prepared, the room is also."

How does his son look? What's it like in a dream?

"I know I was wrong, Nan. I want to start it all over again. Love me a chance."

Was he as cold as he had been in his dreams?

"Where to?"

"Where is he buried?"

Alan stiffened, knowing where the conversation was headed. "At the meal of the Praja Diwangsa family, his name was Adam."

Inanti's throat choked wanting to cry again. My Adam, his little son..

"Papa has his picture, I'll ask for you."

Adam, son.

"Miss?"

"I want to see Nadia." thisanti ventured to stare at Alan's sharp bead.

"You can't go anywhere."

"I want to see Nadia, with or without your permission."

When Inanti was about to pick up the scissors again, Alan put them in a drawer. "Okay, let's see Nadia, but don't break the infusion. I'll carry you."

"Wear the wheelchair."

"The wheelchair's ahead, I'm sure you'll be determined to go first."

"I don't want to touch you."

Alan was silent, his face was flat but his eyes revealed everything.

"Miss…"

"Go, I'll go alone."

"You're still sick, right? I'll carry you. Please, don't you know where it is?"

Inanti was silent until she finally complied, after all her goal was to see Nadia.

Alan removed the infusion bag from its place and let Inanti hold it. 

And for the first time, Alan was carrying the body he had always avoided.

Inanti wrapped her hands around her neck, her gaze fixed on the road to the baby room.

Only able to see from the glass outside, Alan stopped there.

"Where's my baby?"

"This one" said Alan, stopping in front of the baby in a pink blanket. "He's sleeping."

And Inanti's tears came back to drip when she saw her tiny lips evaporate wide.

Alan saw it, at that moment he felt a needle prick in his chest. He's sorry.

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Tbc