A Story of the Haram Child

A Story of the Haram Child
Chapter 12 Lies



Anarya sat uneasily waiting for the arrival of Lasmi. Unlike usual Lasmi went without her, let alone this for up to three days. Anarya was still worried despite the departure of Lasmi with her mother.


Honest .. The worry that Anarya felt was more about the worry about Nesa, her little girl who always made her miss want to hug her little angel.


Several times he tried to call Lasmi and his mother's number, but the second device was not connected. For a moment he looked ahead, peering through the glass window, hoping that the car that passed in front of the house was the car of the mother who delivered Lasmi and the children.


Niente.


Back Anarya threw the body on the sofa. Just as he was about to stand back up, the front door opened. Standing the figure of a woman who was very familiar even until this moment was still enthroned in his heart.


"Daneesa," said Anarya surprised. He rubbed the net to make sure the woman standing before him was a Daneesa.


"You're not Daneesa, you're Daneela." Pias faces Anarya as the woman approaches her.


"Mas, I'm Daneesa. I want to ask my son, "please ask the pale-faced woman with a hearty expression.


"No, you're Daneela who deliberately wanted to take Nesa away from me."


"Nesa's been suffering enough with you, I want her to be happy. Let Nesa come with me."


"No! I'll never let go of Nesa! He's proof of my love for the Daneesa. You know that."


"Sorry, Mas. I don't want to have to take Nesa. He deserves to be happy as a child his age." After speaking, the woman turned away regardless of Anarya's cry.


"Daneela, you have no right to take Nesa! He's my son!" yelled Anarya, but the woman had vanished from sight replaced with a dazzling white light.


"Nesa, where are you going, son? Don't leave papa." Suddenly Anarya's voice weakened as the knee bone felt weak.


Anarya's hand tried to reach Nesa's body who went away with Daneesa. His screams could not make them stop. The more heartwarming Anarya wrapped, her breath stinged.


"Mas ..." call Lasmi to wake Anarya who was asleep on the sofa with a shout and a hunting breath.


Anarya was stunned to wake up from a dream that for her was very scary. He looked around, his eyes sweeping the room. He tried to find his little princess, but he never found her.


"Where's Nesa?" asked Anarya with an expression of astonishment and still trying to find out the house.


"Where is Nesa, Lasmi?" Now he shakes his wife's shoulder.


Lasmi just looked down. Bu Bram approached and asked Anarya to release the grip on Lasmi's shoulder. Ms. Bram is ready to play the drama she has prepared with Lasmi, her favorite daughter-in-law.


Ms. Bram hugged Lasmi's shoulder, as if to protect and strengthen. Lasmi did not lose acting, she cried as much as she pleased in the arms of her mother-in-law.


"Mama, where's Nesa?" ask Anarya who is getting impatient.


Ms. Bram sighed.


"Sit down quietly, mama will tell."


"What is this really about?" Anarya started to panic and felt that something had happened.


"Sit down, Narya," said Bu Bram.


Anarya complied with her mother's request to sit nearby.


"Anarya, we are sorry if we were wrong because ..." said Mrs Bram hanging, she turned her eyes to Lasmi who was still as unwilling as she bit her lower lip. Anxiety is so visible in the spotlight of his net.


"Missing mother?"


"No."


"He sick?"


"No, Narya."


"Then?"


"Daneela took Nesa," said Bu Bram, surprising Anarya.


Anarya. Instantly his world stopped hearing the words of the woman who had been robbing him of his happiness.


"Can't you guys keep it?"


"We've tried, Narya. But Nesa prefers Daneela over us."


"It doesn't make sense!" seloroh Anarya fierce.


"Daneela claims to be her mother. She carries a picture of Nesa as a baby in her lap, and also a picture of your marriage to Daneesa." Bram's still taking over the game.


Anarya rubbed her face with a rough breath with a very heavy blow.


"Yes, God. Was the dream just now a real premonition I had to lose Nesa?" Clear thread pooled in Anarya netra pelupuk.


"I have to see Daneela!" anarya said as she stood up and walked away.


"Mas, why is it that just because of that bastard child, you forgot your wife and child? Look at Resty, he needs you too!" shouted Lasmi who could not resist the anger that filled her mind.


Anarya's steps stopped. He turned around and walked closer to Lasmi.


Plaque!


A slap right hit Lasmi's left cheek which made her body slightly staggered almost to a fall.


"Once again you call Nesa a bastard, then ...."


Anarya's jaw hardened, her clenched hands held back the emotions.


"Adrrarghh!" yelled Anarya while kicking the sofa nearby.


"You got rid of Nesa, I know that. You never accepted his presence. I hate you guys!" hardik Anarya and hurried to leave them.


In his mind was only one determination, which was to get Nesa back. He drove the car out of town, where many stories were engraved there.


****


After Anarya died, Lasmi immediately took his salary.


"Daneela, Anarya is now on her way to your place. Hurry up and take Nesa away, run as planned."


"Yes, I know what to do."


Lasmi closes the call and re-develops the smile. However, when he saw Bu Bramantyo's face, Lasmi's smile disappeared. His forehead creased, he squinted at the netra and tried to understand the ripples of his in-laws' faces.


"Mama, why?"


"That's okay, Lasmi," replied Bu Bram stuttered as he did not realize that his daughter-in-law noticed the ripples on his face.


"Mom's coming home first, yeah. Mama's tired."


"Yes, Ma. Careful, yeah." Lasmi kissed both cheeks of her mother-in-law.


Lasmi who released the departure of Bu Bram until lost from sight still did not understand the attitude of her in-laws who suddenly showed a sad look. He shrugged his shoulders and went back into the house, for him today is the day of victory. The very day he was looking forward to.


****


Meanwhile, Ms. Bram who came home turned out to ask Mr. Karmin to turn back his car heading out of town.


"We go back to Daneela's house, Karmin."


"Mrs not tired?"


"Snap. But I have to go there to make sure of everything."


"All right, Madam." Mr. Karmin turned the direction of the car in the direction that his employer requested.


Mr. Karmin is a loyal driver who has worked for the Bramantyo family for twenty years that is very familiar with the character of his master who does not like to be denied or given input. All the problems that have happened, Mr. Karmin as if a witness lives over everything.


"Carmin."


"Yes, Madam."


"Am I a bad mother?"


"Nr ...."


"Just say .. all this time you knew everything that was going on in my family."


"Sorry, Madam. If what is meant is the attitude of the mistress towards Den Narya, it is pity Den Narya all this time."


"I did everything for him, you know at that time your business was threatened with bankruptcy?"


"Yes, Madam."


"I can't see you sad, he's a very good husband who's been trying to make me happy all this time." Seen from the front rearview mirror, Ms. Bram wiped the tears and threw a look out.


"I understand, Madam."


"I just want my whole family not to lose the life we've had."


"But money can't afford happiness, ma'am. Each person's happiness has its own way."


"What do you know about happiness?"


"Sorry, ma'am, if I'm presumptuous. Will the madam stop by my place?" ask Mr. Karmin while pulling the car over.


"Make what?"


"For twenty years I worked, Madam has never been to my place. Only Mr. Bramantyo frequents our home."


"What?" Ms. Bram squinted her eyes, wanting her to be sure of what she heard.


"What did my husband do at your place?"


"The lady will know, if the Madam will stop by my club."


Huff...


Back Bu Bram sighed and leaned the body on the car seat.


"All right, take me to your house."


"Ready, Mistress." Mr. Karmin's face sparkled, he turned the engine back on and drove the car.


Bram is busy with his thoughts. There were many questions that he wanted to get answers to. How could she not know if her husband had been to this driver's house so often? Is there an affair there? Or ....