Forbidden Love On A Full Night
Happy Ending's

7 Years later...

I still vividly remember the moment when I blinked my eyes twice at which time I had no idea if Ram would act beyond my expectations. She had already prepared the documents for our marriage and did intend to marry me once I woke up from a coma. He said it was a gift for my new life. A new status for the returning soul is present, and, because he does not want any more time frames that allow destiny not to side with us for the third time. So he had prepared the important documents for our marriage so that nothing could prevent us from being united and bound in the marriage ropes. It's nothing and nobody.

You know, at that moment I was agape, because of the silence I was experiencing at the time - I couldn't say a single word to prevent Ram from getting the documents out and he quickly got a fingerprint stamp ink to take the stamp my thumb - the one he borrowed from the hospital. My family didn't prevent it either, Ram said before I realized I was in a coma, he had already talked about this to my family. Asking for their blessing and approval, especially my father's blessing. And everyone supports it. My father allowed her to marry me, as the most beautiful gift for me when I was present again among them.

The most beautiful gift for me: this wedding, the husband I love, and the blessing of my family. A truly beautiful gift.

So, if he insists on forcing, and all my family members have already approved of him, then I'm willing. Since my father's blessing and my first brother's blessing are a miracle I've been waiting for a long time, if I don't take my chance this time, maybe I won't get this chance again. Even though I knew it was my condition that made my father and my first brother, perhaps by force, condone my love and Ram, and have to accept Ram as my husband and part of our family, it was okay. I'll take advantage of this situation and I'll take this step. Maybe one day I will recover, I thought. I'll try hard. So for a while I'm going to be selfish. It's okay, Ram insisted, isn't it? I don't want to disappoint her just because of my inferior feelings over my current condition. I want to be selfish. I want us to get married. I want Ram to be my husband and marry me.

So I blinked twice. Yes, I'm willing. I want to marry you.

And that very day, Ram married me for the first time - our first marriage - as the bondage to our relationship, to determine our own destiny that we are both bound by marriage even though it has not been recorded by the state. That, I, Madam Cahaya Purnama Mahardika has been the wife of Mr. Ramana Lingga Pradita since that day, March 31, 2016. And Ram promised to remarry me a year later, for the actual marriage, which was recorded by the state, on March 31, 2017, after my delivery at the end of December 2016, and it was consummated, we remarried three months after I gave birth to the fruit of our love in cesarean delivery: two handsome-faced baby boys, exactly like his father. They are a wonderful blessing to us from the Creator. Two very strong twins, capable of growing in my womb when I was helpless myself. Really, they are amazing.

Oh, if only I could, at that moment I would have wanted to scream, express my happiness.

So today, yesterday, and for these seven years, I went through my days with gratitude. I never regretted my decision seven years ago when I blinked my eyes twice in response to my acceptance of Ram's proposal to marry him. My days are filled with happiness despite my limitations.

Of course, I do not want to write down my beautiful moments in detail because in plain sight everything is not perfect, for example, at my first wedding, where I was just lying in the hospital, and Ram himself took my thumbprint at that time to complete our wedding documents that could not be recorded to the country, surely because it was a fate we imposed. We ignored the fact that I was married to Mr. Hartawan three days earlier, that I was married to Ram at the time my husband had just died three days, that I was married pregnant, that our marriage was without the blessing of Ram's mother and without the presence of Ram's family, and with all other imperfections. And after that day, I became a wife, but it was always a hassle. I have to be hospitalized for almost a month. Then he was taken home to my father's house. I eat, bathe, dress, even defecate must be helped by the waiter. In fact, I entered the difficult phases of pregnancy at a young age. I'm sick and I'm vomiting, but I can't run to the sink. Someone else has to clean up my vomit. Not to mention, at that time Ram did not dare to touch me because he was afraid of hurting me physically, so he just mocked me and finally he tortured himself. Then, when he dares to touch me and we feel the pleasure of that love again, we must limit ourselves. It cannot be frequent, and it cannot be wild. I feel sorry for Ram because he had to hold himself back in order not to interfere with my healing process. I also feel sorry for him because he can't go back to the farm to not leave me. He won't leave me. But he didn't dare ask my parents to take me away. And I know why, he doesn't want me to live in an uncomfortable place given my crippled, mute, two-bodied condition. But he felt uncomfortable living away from the farm, I know that. On the other hand, my father continued to offer him a job in his office, persuading him to continue his education and he promised him a high position, even my brother who took part in persuading him and encouraged him to go to college and major in law and then a career as a lawyer like himself. Ram doesn't want any of that. I know exactly what he wants. She loves her own world: her stage, her songs, her nature-friendly way of life and her contact with her pets. He wanted to climb a cliff, camp and sleep under the stars. He wants to ride. He missed Aunt El, his relatives, as well as Toshu, Dakota and Ram the stallion he had just conquered, and, the wild horse he had just conquered. All that was left behind just for my sake. Then when I gave birth, my condition was not much different. I couldn't freely carry my babies back then, I couldn't breastfeed them directly and had to pump my ASI, I was always troubling everyone. Everything feels hard and bitter if I'm not good at coping with my own feelings.

But, fortunately I have dared to make big decisions when my pregnancy age goes into the second trimester. I couldn't talk at the time, but I could move my lips. I painstakingly communicated with Ram and told him that I wanted us to return to Lembang. Ram was shocked the first time he understood my language, and he insisted we stay in Bogor for my treatment. But I told him I would not be able to recover if my medicine lives by forcing myself. He is my real medicine. I want to see Ram happy. And, my mom and dad must understand that I want Ram to go back to the farm, or rather take Ram to a place where he can feel his real life. I painstakingly persuaded my parents to accept my wishes. And I told them that if they wanted the best for me, then let me and Ram go back to the farm. I told them I didn't mind if they assigned a waiter and a special nurse to take care of me. They can even add a babysitter after I give birth later. I don't mind if they buy me a big bed that will narrow down the rooms in our cottage. I don't mind them hiring a special therapist who can be brought to our cottage or I have to be taken to the best hospital they choose. I'll keep to my therapy schedule. I did it all to bring balance to Ram's life. Because we can't let go of each other, can't leave each other, and don't want to curb life. Everyone has to meet at the same point of understanding, for my sake, and I want that knot point for Ram's sake.

And I got that knot point. My parents finally allowed us to leave the house on condition: everything - whatever they gave us we must accept. And one of my parents' demands is that Ram should not leave me for camping or for any activity even for one night. Ram can only work during the day until the appropriate hours. He cannot leave me alone in the silence of the night. That's my father's claim. And Ram took it. And about furniture or anything that is worth the material, as long as it is not excessive, then Ram is willing to accept it. With the help of my brother, we were allowed to return to Lembang, Ram only had to report regularly to the local police station as scheduled, and update on my health condition.

Yes, everything can be overcome even though it is heavy. Although it is not perfect, it is difficult, and there is a sense of tightness and pain, but there is happiness in my story. Like our second wedding, the wedding dress made me beautiful but I had to sit in a wheelchair. Another sweet thing was that when I started to move my hand, even though it was still stiff, I was happy because I could touch my stomach, rub my babies inside my womb, and once they're born it means I can touch them, and I can carry them even if it's just a few minutes every hour. I remember the first time I could move my hand, I touched Ram's face as he lay by my side. He was surprised, happy and happy. In the cry of his day, he smiled and closed himself up to me, looking at me. "Your hand can move?" tanyakanya.

I nodded in a smile, then touched his face which was now only five inches above my face.

"Oh my God, honey, I'm so happy." He kissed my hands, my palms, to my fingers as a burst of his happiness.

And you know, I executed him right away. Ahaha!

No. gabe. Just kidding. But a little right. At that time I enthusiastically moved my hand until I put my finger behind the shirt. Groped into his back. Touching his chest and feeling his heartbeat. And, that miracle made me forget myself so much that I couldn't wait to explore the parts of my life that I so desperately missed. I pointed my hand down and unzipped it.

I can!

Finally, I could not help myself laughing happily. So did Ram, he broke out that night.

"Based on my naughty girl," she teased, she still kept laughing. "All right then. I'll fill it."

Eh?

Oh my goodness, that was so sweet. It happened not long before I gave birth. I wanted to execute, but I ended up being executed.

Of all that, there is still a moment I am very grateful for, which is when the court granted the request submitted by my brother. Case's closed. Even though the process was so long that it scared me to get well, afraid that the legal process for my case would be held back as soon as I recovered, it discouraged me to go to therapy -- in the end I was relieved that my case was finally closed as well. My actions were forgiven by the law because I did so because of my depression. Yeah, well, how else, in fact I'm a patient who's had a mental disorder and been treated by several psychiatrists. And if I don't do that, I'm the one who's going to be the victim of that man's cruelty, again, and it's likely to keep repeating.

In short, in the perception of a madman: the man indeed deserves to die.

Well, after my case was closed, I became enthusiastic about doing therapy until finally the sweet miracle arrived when I started to be able to stand and step, finally I was able to walk normally after almost three years of paralysis.

Then, in addition to those various tastes, which are bitter, bitter, sour, salty, and sweet, I also kept a secret in this seven-year period.

Second, I keep it a secret that I can talk before my case closes because I do not want the investigation process of my case to be held again. In this one case, only Ram is the only one who knows when I can definitely get back to talking. I couldn't help myself then, I whispered a word of love to her as she hugged me.

"I love you" my first words said.

Ram looked into my eyes. "So I heard...?"

"I love you."

"Darling...? You...?"

"I love you. I love you so much."

He suddenly snatched me into his arms. "I thank God. Finally, O Lord, I can hear my full voice again. I-i-"

"Don't tell anyone, huh? I don't want to be called to a hearing, promise? I just wanted to talk to you. I don't want to talk to anyone else, please?"

Ram nodded. "No, not" he said. "For you and the kids. I promise."

And I salute his wonderful love. He can be loyal and stay with me even though my condition is paralyzed and mute. He kept waiting for me even though it took me a long time to heal. He's an amazing man.

"Thank you for waiting faithfully for me. Thank you." Thank you."

He's nodding. "Always, dear," he said softly. "always. I will be right here waiting for you. And I'm sure, if I were in your position, you would do the same. I'm sure you'll be waiting for me too."

I nodded back. "Surely."

That's the summary of my story for the last seven years.

And today, March 7, 2023, the full moon is shining brightly up there. And a love letter came to me....

Hi, Love. Either tonight is the whichever full moon in our love, but this is definitely the seventh year of our marriage, and the fifteenth year of our love. Have you ever wondered how much our love has been tested? Fifteen years, joys and sorrows, separated or together, our love remains just as great. Right, guys? Fifteen years is not a short time to test the power of our love. But we know, it's still the same. And...

Come here, my most beautiful Full Light. I'm waiting for you in our bridal room.

Oh, my gosh. Nothing made my face blush.

Well, it's time to perfect tonight.

This is no longer a forbidden love on a full night.

It's our love, holy love on a full night.

I'm coming, Mas. The most beautiful full light of yours....

Shhh... don't peek! I'm done telling you.

And Purna is happy....