Bab 2
949 Words
Lara slept in her room, she looked deeply into Cherry's face. Lara looked at the clock and it was 4pm. Cherry had just gone to bed, Lara tidied up her messy clothes from nursing Cherry. Yes, Cherry was still breastfeeding. She was already 3 years and 5 months old but Lara had yet to wean her. Actually, Lara has done various ways to stop Cherry from breastfeeding but it seems Cherry is still reluctant to leave her breast milk.
Lara wiped away a few strands of hair that fell on Cherry's cheek. "Cher, be strong mama," she said.
A few tears flowed down her cheeks. Lara closed her eyes, remembering how she struggled to give birth to Cherry. Although Cherry was born through a caesarean section, it was also full of struggle.
Cherry was born one month earlier than the average baby. Even so, Cherry did not enter the incubator or NICU. Cherry was just the right weight with a length of 59cm. Lara and Cherry were both healthy, but one year after Cherry was born Lara's body began to experience oddities. Starting from swelling, stiffness to paralysis.
To be honest, Lara has been here and there to heal her body, but nothing has worked. Lara had been to the doctor with the results of the Autoimmune examination. Lara's world came crashing down. She never imagined that she would receive such an ordeal. Lara never regretted giving birth to Cherry, she just felt guilty. Because she was unable to be a mother like most other mothers.
For two years, Lara didn't know what running was, what swimming was, what sitting down was. Lara's body was incapacitated, her knees were swollen. Every morning Lara's body looked stiff, she endured the pain every morning. Lara must endure, endure forever. Because there was no medicine that could cure her. Despite the grains of medicine she took, none of them could cure her pain. She had to make peace with herself and her condition.
Lara, sick. But no one in the house understood. None of them asked questions. Instead, they laughed, laughing at Lara's condition. They thought it was funny how Lara walked like a robot. But really, Lara never lied. Her legs were really painful and heavy, taking a step was like being crushed by concrete.
Her husband and in-laws never cared. They just assumed every pain Lara was feeling was a lie. Even so Lara never complained, she could only endure everything. Letting it out every night, where no one could hear her cries.
Lara wiped her tears again, her heart no longer stinging. Perhaps it had withered or even died. Lara pulled the drawer next to her bed. Taking out a business card there, "Banyu Biru Samudra" was written on the card.
Lara pressed her phone quickly, hitting the dial button later.
"Hello," Lara said.
"It's me Lara, I want to talk to you about what you saw. Can I sue them?" Lara's voice pressed.
"Well, thank you. I'm sorry I didn't believe you yesterday. Forgive my words too, maybe they hurt you," she said softly.
"Okay," Lara hung up the phone. She looked at Cherry who was still sound asleep.
"Mommy will make sure that the pain we experience is replaced with happiness, son," she thought.
"I'll make sure, I get well, I repay all the pain you gave Ham," she thought angrily.
Meanwhile, Mia and Ilham seemed to be making love at an inn. It was already late, Mia, who had permission to take time off, took advantage of her time to spend time with Ilham.
The two humans seemed unafraid of the sin or karma they would get later. Ilham was busy gently rubbing Mia's cheek, "You're beautiful, beb," he said.
Mia who was praised so seemed to want to fly, this man in front of her was very successful in making her crazy about love. "You're for real, right?" Mia asked.
Ilham furrowed his brow, not doing justice to Mia's words. "What does that mean?"
"Yes, you know how our relationship started," Mia held Ilham's hand.
"Me," Mia paused then.
"If you hadn't teased me at that time, I might still be with that disease. In fact, I'm grateful, because of you I was able to divert my precious love to someone who is also precious. You know how he is, he's worthless," Ilham exclaimed.
"Isn't it wrong for you to say this? Shouldn't you be grateful? Yes, she's sick, but if she wasn't there you wouldn't have opened the shop either. You can't do that, she used to be pretty too," Mia tried to remind Ilham.
"After all, you already have Cherry, it's not appropriate for you to say that. You don't have to go too far, she's useful after all. Not useless at all. You're so spicy talking like chili," Mia smothered Ilham's mouth with her laughter.
"Beb, how come you're defending that woman anyway. I'm tired of pretending to love that woman. Now let's take care of our unfinished business," Mia frowned.
"What's the matter beb?" Mia was curious.
"Don't tell me to take care of Cherry," she continued.
Ilham shook his head at Mia's answer, "Cherry Mulu," Ilham complained.
"Well, that's my job, so what else can I do," said Mia.
"There's only us here, honey, so it should be just me and you. Let's not talk about Cherry or that woman. I'm really not in the mood and don't like beb. What is our purpose here?" Ilham asked.
Mia shook her head.
Ilham touched Mia's face, from her lips, cheeks, nose, head, to her entire body.
The two of them laughed together, spending time making out with a sense of selflessness.
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