A Story of the Haram Child

Chapter 17 Anger

In the house that bears witness to every tear drop of Nesa, Lasmi appears restless. Many times he tried to contact Anarya's phone, but it was always ignored. The message he sent was not read.

Back Lasmi stepped out towards the fence. Either time he tried to look out, hoping Anarya's car appeared.

The implicit worry was obvious in his facial bias. All the plans that he designed ended with a thing that even threatened his existence as the wife of Anarya. It's beyond estimate.

Lasmi never thought, Anarya who had never protested with everything she did, was not able to have it fully. Even Anarya who was so obedient to every word of Bu Bram, now no longer care about the ultimatum that came out of the mouth of the woman who had given birth to him.

Lasmi went back into the house. He sat on the living room couch. His calf felt sore due to repeated in and out of the house, his right hand several times to massage the calf. He leaned on the sofa because it felt so heavy.

A few minutes passed, he ended up lying on a long sofa to relieve fatigue. His fingers massage the temple to relieve dizziness that attacks.

It had been two nights since Anarya's departure, Lasmi could not sleep well. His calm was taken away by the fear of losing Anarya, the man he deeply loved. Nightmares keep popping up every time he shuts the netra.

Brak!

Lasmi woke up from the fall position. He saw Anarya who came by slamming the door with emotion. Anarya's move hastened, she immediately headed for the room and deliberately ignored Lasmi.

"Mas, where have you been?"

"Mas," call Lasmi while standing and following Anarya.

"Mas, I'm not the one who's wrong. So, please don't act like this to me."

Anarya who had been busy taking off her shoes and socks, now turned her head and stared intently at Lasmi. Full of anger and hurt.

"Mas, try to understand. Daneela took Nesa. I've been trying to ask for it, but Nesa chose that woman."

Anarya stood up, turned her body and approached Lasmi. His teeth were clenching, his hands clenching violently restraining emotions.

"You're still lying!" Hard slap almost he lay to Lasmi's face, but he held it.

"What's? Would you slap me? You don't believe it? Ask your Mom, Mom!"

"Already, Lasmi. I'm tired, we'll talk later after I rest." Anarya turned around and threw her body onto the bed.

"I'll make you some warm tea, okay?" lasmi Tawal.

"Leave me."

"Do I make fried rice?"

"Leave me." Anarya's tone of voice began to rise.

"Mas,-"

"Enough! Get out of here!" Anarya's emotions intensified, she got up and pushed Lasmi's body out of the room.

Lasmi. But he was unable to speak anymore. His body pushed by Anarya almost toppled over. He was forced to go out to follow Anarya's words.

After forcing Lasmi out, Anarya locked herself in the room until nightfall. Anxiety shields the mind. Not knowing what he wanted to do, he felt at a crossroads. If he has to leave Lasmi, there is Resti who needs affection from him as a father.

"All right, I have to decide. All for Nesa. But Resti ...."

Back Anarya weighing. He did not want the steps he took to hurt his little daughter, because after all Resti was the flesh and blood of the marriage he had with Lasmi. A forced marriage, and it's just a compromise with destiny.

"Mas .. eat first. I don't want you to get sick" Lasmi pleaded from behind the door.

Anarya. The disgust of the crafty woman really made Anarya antipathy.

"Mas, sorry Lasmi, huh? Lasmi's been trying to take care of Nesa, but I'm sorry if I fail."

Anarya's blood was boiling. Why has the girl not realized her mistake? Still Lasmi lies and tries to reverse the facts. Anarya's hand clenched back.

"Don't be like a kid like this, donk, Mas. Nausea to not eat."

"Sa-yang,-" Lasmi's speech came to a halt as the door opened.

Highlights of Anarya's hatred are increasingly visible, there is a flash of fire of anger in her net.

"Quite your cipher, Lasmi! I already know everything." Anarya's index finger trembled slightly as she pointed at Lasmi's face, so great was the emotion she endured.

"Do I need to call Mama so you don't dodge anymore?"

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"I said enough!" Anarya now can not control the explosive anger, he clutches Lasmi's shoulder firmly.

"You purposely sent Nesa there, you deliberately got rid of my son because you hated him! Why are you evil? Why?" Shouted Anarya uncontrollably, he threw Lasmi's body down to the floor.

He went back to Lasmi and grabbed the long brown maroon ombre hair. It was very desirable that he beat up the cunning woman who continued to play without realizing her mistake, but a voice made him undo the intention.

"Dad," call blessing from the doorway.

Anarya stopped, releasing the grip on Lasmi's hair. He did not want Resti to witness the violence he was doing. He was a child to see what was going on with his parents.

"Dad, don't hit Mom. There's a little sister in her stomach, Dad." said Resti innocently.

"W-what? You-you're pregnant?" asked Anarya unsure, Lasmi only nodded weakly.

"Aragh!" yelled Anarya while standing and kicking the chair that was nearby.

Without a sound Anarya stepped out of the house, leaving Lasmi who was still leaning against the wall. Resti tried to pursue Anarya to the front door.

"Dad! Where are you going? Poor Mom, Dad." whine Resti while pulling Anarya's left hand.

Anarya stopped her steps, then turned her body towards Resti. He elus tops the head of his second daughter gently.

"Resti, please take care of Mom, okay? I'm gonna go get Nesa."

"But I have to promise to go home with Sister Nesa, I can't stay long, I have to stop coming home."

"Yes, Honey. Yeah, well, now I'm leaving first, yeah. Resti keep me."

"Yes, Dad." Resti nodded his head weakly.

"All right, I'll go first." Anarya kissed Resti's forehead, there was a pain that hit the chest. Does Resti, a toddler who does not know anything about this must feel the pain caused by Lasmi? Ah, Anarya is in a dilemma.

Resti looked at his father's departure. The little girl's gaze implied sadness, as if she was unwilling to leave again. He did not understand why the father who had been very loving and almost never angry now turned rude and angry.

Resti went back into the house and did not find Lasmi in the original place. He immediately went to the room, looking like his mother was leaning her head against the back of the bed.

"Mom, why are you angry?" tanya Resti as she approached her mother.

"Here, honey. Accompany mom, huh?" Lasmi patted the mattress hinting for Resti to sit next to her.

Resti approached then leaned his head against Lasmi's chest. He looked up at Lasmi's face, his little hands rubbing the clear globules rolling on Lasmi's white cheeks.

"Why are you angry, Mom?"

Lasmi was unable to answer, she clutched her little daughter's body in a hug. Real tight.

"Mother promise, son, won't let you lose your father" Lasmi whispered inwardly.

Lasmi's heart is now broken, leaving a terrible pain. But he was determined never to let Anarya go from him, for the sake of Resti and also ambition.