Diaries of her life.

Chapter 3

"Even at the end, their love was stronger than the day that they first met, they'd said the worlds not perfect but it's not that bad if we got each other and that's all we have and i'll be your mother and i hold your hand, you should know i'll be there for you" (Alec Benjamin- if we have each other)

November 1st, 2019.
It's been fourth month i'm not writed a diary. My life is not walk smoothly. Last month Ardhan and daddy fought. But they're okay now. The end of this month, popoe gonna comes to the world. But.. there's a problem.
Doctor said it's not gonna work smoothly. It just have two things, one is i alive and popoe alive too. And second is i die and popoe alive. You know what does mean?

November 5th, 2019.
It is Ardhan birthday, i gave him one set of tuxedo and he is very happy. He said he gonna wear it on wedding day. But, i hope so. Because i'm still scared and thinking about what doctor said.
I tell about this to daddy. He is being quiet. And scared. And crying over his room. I hear his cry.
I'm scared too. Scared that never see popoe grow up.

November 10th, 2019.
Packing again for hospitalized. And Ardhan's family came to our house. Having bbq time together even i can't move and walk like before. I just stayed on sofa like a queen. But it's makes me uncomfortable.
Ardhan's mom said 'thank you, thank tou for makes Ardhan alive. Thank you for makes him laughed and smile like before. We are blessed, that you're his wife' and she gave me a hug.
A warm hug like my mom hug before.

November 12th, 2019.
Can't get up from bed. Can't accepted any food. Got somacheache. I just stayed on the bed.

November 25th, 2019.
It's me. Ardhan. I wrote this diary because Irina wanted me to wrote it. I read every diary that she wrote. And cried. Because i know we had a hard time.
She die. When gave a birth on popoe. I mean, Shylo.
Our daughter, Shylo Romeesa. Romeesa like her Irina Romeesa, her mom.
I didn't know how to say. 23 of November suddenly she's feeling unwell and we went to hospital. She gave a birth to our child. She fight with reality. And when she heard popoe tears for a first time, after that, she stopped breathe. And she die. She's a stronger women that i've ever met. When her mom left her, her family too and she just fight with all the reality of her life alone, and never been cried because of that when i asked why she never cried. She said 'because this is my fault and my daddy tought me that i mustn't cried for what i've made'.
Now, i live in our old apartment alone. With my daughter too honestly. She is sleeping beside me. Her face looks a like her mom.
But i know, she is on heaven. Having time and watching us in here.
I love you, Irina.
And thank you for sacrifice for our daughter.