A Story of the Haram Child

Chapter 28 Is Too Sick

The atmosphere in the car turned stiff, the frost beating the cold of the ice cream that was being enjoyed by Nesa.

Anarya seemed to realize something had changed from the attitude of Daneela and Bu Bram. Not a single word embellished their journey. Even when he arrived at the Bramantyo family residence.

Mr. Bram seemed to catch his wife's anxiety, he approached the woman who deliberately busied himself in his mini library.

"Mama why? From just back and forth books, change books again, back and forth again."

"It's okay, Pa."

"Something must be thinking."

"No, Pa."

"Don't lie. If nothing is thought, surely read the book in the correct position .. not reversed like that."

Miss Bram is aghast. Soon he saw the book he had been holding for a few minutes. OMG .. true, reverse.

Ms. Bram put the book back down and sat down to face her husband. Clear thread has been hanging in the corner of the netra.

"Why? Story to Papa, but the honest one. I didn't like Mama's lies all along."

Bu Bram's chest was like being hit by a big rock, the actor hit the heart. As hard as he felt, there were many things he had to admit.

"Mama who caused Daneesa to die, Pa." Wept and heavy Bu Bram said that.

Mr. Bram's joints immediately limp as stripped, his throat choked. He did not think his wife had gone that far as to make a mistake.

"Mama's sorry, Pa. But Mama's also afraid that Daneela's gonna report Mama to the police." Ms. Bram was getting frustrated so much that her shoulder was shaken due to the sobbing that finally broke.

Mr. Bram could at least see his wife's tears, but for this time the sense of pity was defeated by a sense of indignation and disappointment. He breathed a rough breath.

"Did Anarya and Daneela already know about this?" search Mr. Bram.

"Daneela knows, Pa. Last time we bought ice cream, we ran into Lasmi. He really is a snake capable of pecking at people who once defended him all-out."

"These are all risks that you have to bear for your past actions."

"What should you do, Pa?"

"Calm down, we have to finish tonight. Whatever the outcome, you have to admit all wrongs and apologize."

"Yes, Pa." Ms. Bram leaned her head against her husband's shoulder, shaded as she felt in the arms of the man who had been patient with his selfishness.

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The decorative lights in the living room are preparing to bear witness to a confession of past wrongs. After a dinner full of awkwardness, finally Mr. Bram decided to gather in the family room.

Several times a heavy breath was heard from Bu Bram. The family room that was usually so comfortable, now he felt like a courtroom that was so scary. Anxiety for the sake of anxiety had undermined his calm.

Mr. Bram sits on the central sofa, just below the family portrait. Bu Bram and Daneela sat on the opposite sofa. It was clearly visible from the glare of their netra, emitting a tinge of opposites. Anxiety with hatred.

Anarya who was in a wheelchair chose to be next to Daneela. He grabbed Daneela's fingers and tightened his grip. Her net signaled to stop acting like that.

"alright. We don't have to linger." Mr. Bramantyo took a deep breath before continuing his sentence.

"Daneela, you must know what my wife did. As a husband I failed to educate him. It is fitting that all wrongs should be inflicted on me, for I am the one responsible."

Hearing that, Ms. Bram looked at her husband with haru. He did not expect as good as the heart of the man he often ignored, even almost lost respect for him. Does not feel clear circle back fall, too many regrets that burst into the chest.

"I want to beg you, for the sake of my son and my grandson. Forgive my wife and be willing to be our daughter-in-law." The bar was so hopeful.

"Honestly, Mr. Bramantyo. That apology cannot make up for your wife's mistakes. Not even able to erase the grief of a mother who had to lose her child." Daneela with a look full of anger that she tried to dim.

"Yes, I know."

"Nobody knew and understood my mother's condition at that time. Almost depressed because he had to accept the reality that was very painful. In one year he had to lose Dad and then Daneesa."

"You know for eight years he spent tears in the corner of the room looking at a picture of his daughter?"

Silent. Time stopped when Daneela spilled what Bu Rani felt. Pain that exceeds the stab of thousands of knives.

"You never know how my mother lived her days with tears. Even when Anarya took little Nesa, she never thought that the baby was a substitute for Daneesa."

Anarya. Right, he never thought that far. Because of that time he just wanted Daneesa to stay alive in every breath. Seeing Nesa made him return to the spirit of living life.

"Daneela-" Anarya tried to hold Daneela's hand but she did not expect the woman to pull her over.

"You know why I hate you? At first I hated your arrogance, but now I hate you more. Especially you, Mrs Bramantyo." Daneela's gaze hit Bu Bram who immediately rushed to apologize to Daneela.

"Please, Daneela forgive me. We can fix everything together. I'll apologize to Ms. Rani."

"No. You I do not allow to inflict new wounds on the vulnerable heart of a mother who has suffered for years because of you."

"Then I'm sorry. Stay here."

"Once again I make it clear, I am not a holy-hearted angel. I can forgive your arrogance, but not with that attempted murder."

"I didn't intend to kill him, really."

"Do the police need to investigate?"

"No, no. Don't do that."

"Daneela, enough!" Now Anarya seems to have lost her patience.

"Daneela, I know you haven't forgiven my wife. But please don't take this case to the police." Mr. Bram chimed in.

"Wake, Ma. Don't beg anymore." Anarya held onto Bu Bram's shoulder and invited him into the room.

"Mama rest, let Anarya solve all these problems." Gently Anarya rubbed her mother's shoulder, she tried to calm the woman who had been haggard with tears.

"I'm sorry Mama, son."

"Already, Ma. Now Mama rest. Anarya will be out for a while, this matter must be finished tonight."

Bu Bram could only nod his head. He was desperate not to know what else to do. Now there is only regret.

Anarya returned to the living room, then pulled Daneela's arm violently.

"Narya, stop!" the Bramantyo.

"No, Pa. I have to finish things my way." Regardless of Mr. Bram, Anarya continued to pull Daneela's hand and wheelchairs towards the mini library room.

"Daneela, we have to get everything done tonight as well" Anarya said after asking Daneela to sit on a chair.

"What is it that wants to be resolved? You want to force me to forgive your mother's evil behavior?"

Anarya. The ferocious face he appeared to was now decaying, changing into a parched face. He held Daneela's hands together and stretched them across her face.

"Gear me, Daneela."

"Didn't you see a lot of wounds there?"

"Are you going to keep making that wound even deeper?"

Daneela. Scratches of sadness are so heartbreaking. There was no happy glow he found in the dark net.

"It is not only your mother who suffers, but I am also greatly tormented, Daneela."

"I love Daneesa so much, that this heart is full of all about her. He was my first and last love. Do you think I've been happy all this time?"

Looking at Daneela, she tried to throw away her gaze so that the tears she tried to endure did not fall.

"Well if you can't forgive Mama. But look at Nesa who needs us. Are you also going to hurt your niece who until now kept calling you 'Mama' without her knowing the truth."

"Give me time, Anarya."

"How long?"

"Of course."

"I need certainty, Daneela. Don't you love me?"

"Unfortunately my hatred is greater than my love, Narya."

"That means --"

"That's it. I am tired and want to rest. I stick to my stance, tomorrow morning I'll go."

"Daneela, I beg you."

"I'm sorry, I can't. But take it easy, I'm not taking this case to the police. I don't want my mom to get back to heartbroken knowing that her daughter died from an attempted murder."

Daneela sauntered out, leaving Anarya who still looked at her with a million disappointments.