A Story of the Haram Child

Chapter 23 True Love

Anarya's head seemed almost broken. He drove a car with a branched mind, not fully focused on a fairly crowded street.

The corner of Netra Anarya glanced at the glass above the head, looking like Resti was sound asleep. The boy was so obedient and not fussy, as if he knew what his parents were feeling.

Piiiin ... Brak!

The sound of a long horn accompanied by the sound of the sound of objects colliding with each other spread the reverie of Anarya.

The hard decitan of the car wheels clashing with asphalt sounded deafening. Without being able to avoid, Anarya resigned when her car was struck by a large vehicle. Suddenly his eyes blurred and he no longer knew what was happening.

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Meanwhile, somewhere else where a little girl who had found the happiness she requested from the Owner of Life, was playing with her beloved doll.

The imagination of the boy who wants father and mother with him becomes an exciting story for him. However, the preoccupation is stalled when the black bead accidentally leads to a flat-screen sound that broadcasts a news of the accident.

Netra Nesa highlighted on the car whose license plate she was very familiar with, the number plate which was the symbol of her name.

"Dad ...." Nesa stood up and approached the television screen as if she wanted to ascertain who was behind the screen.

"Ma! Dad, Ma!" nesa shouted with steps receding backwards as she looked at the body figure that was being evacuated.

"Mama! Come here!"

"What, Honey?"

"Look, Ma. That's Dad," Nesa's cry broke.

Daneela who saw the news of the carambol collision with one of the victims was a man who had been pinning wounds in the heart of his family. Daneela was stunned to stare at the flat screen glass that still contains the evacuation process of Anarya's body removal whose legs were squeezed.

"Ma! It's Dek Resti!" Nesa grew hysterical as she pointed at the television.

Looks like a man evacuating a child's body. Yeah, it's Resti. He was also a victim of the collision. Daneela covered her mouth with both hands. He almost screamed hysterically.

"Yes, God .. save them." With an uncertain heart full of worries Daneela prayed, hoping everything would be fine.

"Ma, we're looking at Dad and Dek Resti now, huh? Poor thing, Ma," pinta Nesa while pulling the end of Daneela's shirt.

"Yes, Honey. We'll be there soon." Daneela tries to calm Nesa down with a hug.

"Now, yes, Ma."

Daneela nodded and immediately entered the room preparing some pieces of change of clothes and other supplies. After saying goodbye to Bu Rani, Daneela takes Nesa to meet Anarya.

Armed with news from television, Daneela headed to the hospital where Anarya and Resti were treated. After the receptionist, Daneela finally found the ICU room, where there was a figure who began to exist in her prayer was lying weak.

From behind the glass door he looked softly at the figure that was rolled weakly with many tools attached to his body. Clear liquid dripped from the netra that was unable to withstand the puddles of grief.

Slowly he opened the door, the impatient Nesa immediately broke through and slashed into his father's lying body without being able to open his eyes

"Dad, Nesa came for Dad. I'm up, Dad." Nesa tried to shake Anarya's arm slowly.

"Dad why don't you wake up? I don't hear Nesa, do I? Answer donk, Dad." Nesa's tears run down the river, the fear of loss enveloping the little boy's feelings.

"Ma, why don't you wake up? I'm sleeping, aren't you, Ma? You're not dead, are you?"

Daneela who had been staring with a clear line of crystal flooded her cheeks, fervently watching all the scenes of life that were happening to the little girl before her.

Nesa had just tasted happy, but now she had to feel back the terrible fear that shook her soul. Daneela immediately approached and hugged Nesa. He tried to calm the little girl who was starting to be unable to control her crying again.

"Nesa don't worry. Dad is okay, okay. I'm just asleep, honey. Doctor gave me some sleeping pills so I could rest."

"Nesa, dear ... when did Mama ever lie?"

Nesa fell silent. He looked back at his father's face. His little hands started rubbing Anarya's cheeks, then kissing her several times.

"Nesa dear Daddy. Very dear Dad. Nesa promised not to stay with me anymore. Nesa will take care of me until I'm healed."

"Nesa prays for Dad's recovery, huh? God willing, you'll be healthy again and we can get together again." Daneela tried to persuade Nesa, giving her a little sense of calm to the niece who is now her son, though her heart was overwhelmed by millions of apprehensions.

"Yes, Ma."

"So Nesa see next to the hospital there's a mosque?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Dare the nesa pray alone there?"

"Brave, Ma. But ... Nesa wants to see Dek Resti first."

"Nesa should pray first, later visit Dek Resti let Mama accompany. I'm afraid I have Lasmi's mother there."

"But, Ma ...."

"Nesa good boy, would want to hear what Mama said. Mama just doesn't want anything to happen with Nesa. Nesa understand what Mama means?"

Nesa simply nodded, then turned out of the ICU room. Stay Daneela alone accompanied Anarya with a taste slashing.

Slowly Daneela approached, she noticed Anarya's expressionless face. However, Daneela was again stunned when she saw a clear circle dripping out from the corner of Anarya netra.

"Have you heard Nesa's words, Narya?" lirih Daneela while gently rubbing the corner of the netra Anarya.

"I don't know if this is a punishment for you or not, Narya. But just so you know, right now there's something missing from half my heart."

Daneela's hand slowly touched Anarya's fingers. Something was going on, a strange feeling. A bland smile fluttered from his lips.

"Anarya, you are a sore for me and my mother. Maybe forgiving you is not easy. But seeing you like this I really can't bear, especially when I see Nesa crying for you."

For a moment Daneela bowed, staring at Anarya's fingers. A titanium steel ring bearing the crown of the king. The same ring as his twin brother's.

"It turns out you're still keeping your love for her. You tortured your own life, Anarya." Slowly Daneela tried to remove the ring.

Unexpectedly, Anarya's fingers clenched loudly as if they did not allow the ring to escape from the finger. Daneela was surprised, she looked at Anarya's face. I hope the man in front of me opens his eyes.

"Anarya .. wake up if you don't want to lose your love. Wake up! Nesa needs you. I can't see that little boy crying anymore."

'Freaky. He responded with all the words, but why was he unable to open his eyes?' inner Daneela.

Slowly and with a pounding heart, Daneela brought the face closer to the side of Anarya's face. His breathing changed irregularly, there was a turmoil that he felt and tried to make him dim.

Daneela shuts down Netra trying to control her feelings. Many times Daneela sighed, trying to neutralize the raging feeling.

After he began to feel the heart rearranged, he ventured to look at Anarya's face in a very close distance.

"Anarya .. wake up. Let me replace Daneesa for your little daughter. I know you want to see her happy, don't you? Get up" whispered Daneela softly.

Suddenly the sound of the heart rate-detection screen rang, signaling the heartbeat of life to change. Anarya's fingers began to move. Daneela who saw it immediately wanted to cheer because it turned out that Anarya's subconscious responded to every word she said.

"What are you doing here, Daneela?" A shocking voice emerged from behind the door.

Daneela was stunned when she saw the woman in the wheelchair looking at her with dislike. A hateful look.