A Story of the Haram Child

Chapter 2 Pieces of the Past

The night was late, the cold wind blew to the bone. For a moment the man looked at the sleeping little girl before him. He allowed a blanket to cover the body of a small angel who had been a life booster for him.

Oh, naw! The man's eyes glazed over, the look of a face full of guilt and millions of regrets was clearly drawn. Back he rubbed his little princess's hair lovingly.

For a moment he was stunned. The shadow of the past flashed back in memory. If time can be turned, then he wants to fix all his folly in the past.

*flashback

"Hi, meet me Anarya Putra Bramantyo. Just call me Anarya," said Anarya memorizing the dialogue she would use to approach a girl.

His heart rate was beating unnaturally, racing against the guts that were blooming in intent.

At that time Anarya was in front of a cake shop, he often bought cakes there just to see the girl of his puja. The sweet girl whose smile was able to snatch her sleep for two months.

Today Narya is determined to have to express her feelings, she is no longer able to hold back her feelings.

"Ah, too formal!" he yelled at himself while scratching his non-itchy head.

Being confused Anarya chose the right dialogue, from inside the store there was a young girl who had noticed Anarya. He also stepped out to ask.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry if anyone can help, Mom?" greet the sweet girl the owner of that crisp voice.

Narya who heard the girl's voice was shocked and stopped with an indistinct motion. He was still in a position to turn his back on the girl. His mouth is comat kamit either cast a spell what, really he became wrong behavior.

"Eh, i-yes, Ma'am. I'm Anarya." Anarya turned and stuttered as she reached out.

"Daneesa, just call Neesa." The sweet girl presented her sweet smile that made Anarya's heart beat faster.

"I-I like you!" Anarya was shocked by her own words. He looked down on his stupidity, why so soon he said.

Daneesa who heard straight gawked in shock. His mouth was round in disbelief. An expression that can not be imagined because it was shot by a man who had just a minute and then introduced himself.

"Haha ... It's funny, yeah. New also know already said like," Daneesa laughter broke the ice that momentarily happened.

"But I liked you two months ago," Anarya said, staring fixedly at the face of the girl in front of her.

The cute girl with shoulder-length hair was getting stunned. Her net looked at Anarya's face, tracing every curve of expression and look in the eyes. He hopes to find something there.

"Oh, sure. I know you're gonna need some time. I'm ready to wait." Like getting the green light Anarya who was clumsy actually turned into so excited, her tongue was no longer dumb.

A happy tinge of makeup on his handsome face, the god of amor had sided with him.

*flashback off

Anarya rubbed the clear point that fell from the corner of the net, she smiled if she remembered the memories with the woman who was so much as she loved.

The longing for Daneesa spread in his heart. For eight years he was unable to find the thief of his heart.

"Darling, why are you leaving? I missed you here. Look at our little princess, she's beautiful like you. His eyes are round and his eyelashes are flat, exactly the same as yours." 

Back Anarya's tears decomposed until she was suddenly startled by the sound of the room door.

"Why are you, Dad? Want that woman?"

Anarya wiped her tears, stood up and turned her back. He looked at his wife who was standing next to him while leaning against the door.

"I'm your wife, Dad. Why don't you appreciate me? I've been with you for five years. But if your feelings are always with that woman, how can I survive? I have a feeling that can be hurt," Lasmi chimed in with a tinge of emotion.

"I only saw Nesa and Resti, Mom. Don't think anything weird." Anarya tried to lie and occasionally tried to hide her puffy eyes.

"Why do we cry?"

"Just talk to Nesa, Mom."

"You knew? I hate it when you call your son's name. Why don't you just call her another name?"

"His name is Nesa Putri Anarya. So, it's only natural that I call 'Nesa', ma'am."

"You think I'm stupid? I know why you named her Nesa, so that you can call her name continuously!"

"What the hell, Mom. Yuk, go to sleep. Don't get angry here, the children will wake up" Anarya said as she clasped his wife's shoulders.

That night Anarya had to return to the fact that Daneesa would never have her back. She must try to keep the feelings of Lasmi, the woman of her mother's choice. Yes, her mother's choice. Not his heart's choice.