A Story of the Haram Child

Part 32 Worry

"Dad here?" That was the first question that the little girl posed to the figure of the adult man before her.

"Yes, Honey. Dad's here to accompany Resti." Unable to hold the man's clear circle, he tried to wipe it with his palm and tried to hide his sadness.

"Well, promise not to stay in Resti again, huh? Resti kangen Daddy." The little girl sniffled.

"Yes, Resti loves his son The most beautiful father. I will never stay in Resti again. Now don't cry, huh?" Anarya persuaded while stroking her daughter's head, then kissed Resti's tiny hand.

Resti nodded while smiling. Now, his gaze turned to the woman standing on the left side of the bed.

"Mom, don't get angry again, huh? Resti promise will not be naughty anymore, Resti just miss Daddy and want to see you." Resti's words made Anarya frown, there was suspicion appearing in his thoughts.

Anarya's views followed Lasmi's face, eager to get an answer to the intent of Resti's speech. "Resti, tell Dad. Why did she fall down the stairs?"

"Resti just missed Dad, but ...."

"I don't let Resti see you, because I know you're happy with your new wife!" sahut Lasmi ketus and fierce.

"I asked, What did you say to Resti until he fell down the stairs?" Anarya's tone of voice did not want to lose.

"What do you care about Resti? You're just a pity with your bombed-out kid with that cheap lady!" hardik Lasmi evokes emotions.

"Enough, Lasmi! Me and Daneesa were married, not a kebo-gathering!"

"Dad ... Mother ... Why are you fighting again?" rengek Resti is both frightened and sad.

Anarya immediately realized that her attitude was wrong in front of Resti, parents should not fight in front of children.

"Sorry, Honey. I'm just a little emotional, I promise I won't be angry anymore." Anarya gently stroked Resti's head, she tried to calm the little boy down.

"Well, Resti kangen is also with Sister Nessa. In the past, sister Nessa always brought her favorite sandwich cake Resti. Sister Nessa also often plays dolls. Resti wants Nessa to stay with Resti again."

"Yes, Honey. Tomorrow I'll bring sister Nessa here, okay?"

"Daddy promise?" The binar please look in that clear ball.

Anarya nodded, she held a tiny fingers that still survived the fateful pursuit that almost took the life of her baby.

"Now Resti sleeps first, huh? I want to talk to Mom outside. I promise you tomorrow I will bring Sister Nessa," Anarya persuaded, who was replied with a weak nod.

Anarya pulled Lasmi's arm with a slight force out of the inpatient room. Arriving outside the room, he threw Lasmi's hand rough.

"Do you see and hear for yourself how a child who has such a heart loves a brother even if he is not a sibling?" asked Anarya, she hoped that this time she could make the woman she had married aware of her actions.

Lasmi just fell silent while throwing her face, she seemed not to want to return the gaze of the man who made her crazy and determined in the past.

The madness that Lasmi did was over the limit, so he did not hesitate to eliminate the life of Daneesa who was considered a rival in seizing Anarya's heart.

"Official! Lookatme!" Anarya shook Lasmi's shoulder with a furious feeling.

"Open your good side even a little, learn from Resti and Nessa! They are little kids, but they love each other!"

"Enough, Anarya! To the death I will never accept this defeat!" Lasmi brushed off Anarya's hand.

"I've given you a chance, eight years I've been with you, but you've been torturing my son!"

"I wouldn't torture that bastard son of a bitch if you gave up your heart entirely for me!" Lasmi did not want to lose, he pointed at Anarya's chest violently.

"You don't think I get hurt knowing my own husband lives in the shadow of the past? Think with your brain! Ask your conscience, kind-hearted Anarya!" Lasmi's getting cynical.

Lasmi's words made Anarya silenced, however she was also wrong. He accepted the match, but during the marriage never gave a little heart and love to Lasmi.

Yes, that heart and love have been brought by the Daneesa. There is not the slightest taste left for other women except the woman who has given the jewel of the heart as a redeemer of error.

"Why silence? Regretted? If only you had accepted me with sincere love, then there was no need for that hatred to be present in this heart. If only you hadn't brought the bastard, then there was no need for me to be a bad person."

"The heart can't be forced, Lasmi!"

"Whatever you say! What is certain is that the cause of me being like this is you! Now don't blame me if Resti's going to be my outburst!"

"What do you mean? Resti's your real son!"

"If you care about Resti, take a stand!" Lasmi stared fixedly at Netra Anarya, a sharp and vengeful gaze.

"All decisions are in your hands, Anarya!" lasmi continued, then waltzed into the room again.

Anarya was momentarily stunned by Lasmi's words just now. In his mind crossed the strange thing that happened to the little girl who was now lying in the hospital room.

The originally explosive emotions instantly melted away, turning into anxiety. Anarya knew very well the determined character of Lasmi. I don't know, as a woman, she doesn't have the slightest bit of compassion for others.

Even Lasmi used her parents who were at the peak of glory at the time to pressure Anarya's parents who were in danger of bankruptcy. He instigates Ms. Bramantyo to hate Daneesa and to support her every evil plan.

Given all that, head Anarya tetiba was engaged. He dropped the body on the chair, he held a strong head that felt almost broken.

I don't know what to do to turn that heartless woman into a conscious. Should all death be over?

****

Anarya stepped lunglai towards the door of the house. The lethargic and uninspired face is clearly visible in the increasingly tangled countenance. Slowly he pushed the door, he stepped foot and sat on the living room sofa.

He laid his tired body and closed his eyes. Time and again there was a harsh sigh, a sign of it in the abode.

"Home home, Mom? How come, don't you say hello or go straight to the room?" Daneela's voice broke the silence, making Anarya a little aghast and get up from her position.

"Mas tired, honey."

"Where is Resti's condition?" Daneela sat on the side of Anarya who leaned her head against the cushion of the sofa.

"It's improving, it's just ...." Anarya did not continue her words, as if she was afraid to offend Daneela.

"Why, Mas?" Netra Daneela.

"Huff ... Resti ask me tomorrow I'll take Nessa there."

"Do you mind if I see Lasmi often?" ask Anarya carefully.

"Hehehe .. You are, Mas. You went to the hospital to see Resti, right? Not Lasmi, then why should I object?" Daneela was amused by Anarya's question.

Anarya looked at the face of Daneela's ayu, she flicked the hair that fell onto the face of the woman who had shifted the position of Daneesa in her heart.

"Are you not jealous?" asked Anarya gently while stroking the smooth cheeks of the marble.

"Mas .. I believe Mas Narya will not be destroyed by persuading Lasmi. I know you hate him so much." Daneela clasped tightly onto the fingers of the man who finally melted her vengeful heart.

"Thank you, honey." A warm peck he landed on Daneela's forehead.

A smile full of happy hues expanded on both of their lips. However, no one knows that Anarya's mind is wandering full of intrigue that he must solve.

Anarya was eager to bring Resti to live with her, but when remembering those different blood types ....

Yes, Anarya's heart was troubled. On one hand, he loved Resti. However, on the other hand he could not accept if indeed Resti was not the son of his seed.

But if he did not take Resti, then the boy might have lost his life due to Lasmi.

"Kok, what's up again, Mas? What exactly are you thinking?" As if knowing the condition of the husband, Daneela felt something was hidden from her.

"Content ... Still confused. Want a story also difficult to start from where," replied Anarya not spirit.

"Maas ...."

"Mas tired, honey. Go to the room first, okay?" Anarya stepped into the room leaving Daneela who was still stunned to see her husband breezy.

Daneela's hunch is not good. There are things that are so stuck in the heart, not the problem of Anarya who often goes to the hospital. But more on the attitude of Anarya just now.

With a hasty step, Daneela followed Anarya who almost reached the front door of the room.

"What is Mas Narya hiding? I'm your wife, if you have a problem it should be a story from the beginning, don't hide it like that."

"Darling, we'll talk about tomorrow, okay? Seriously tired."

Anarya pushed the door of the room and immediately entered. He recedes, hoping that by closing his eyes he will find a way out. Many times he thought how to overcome Lasmi so as not to make Resti as an outlet.

Anxiety pervades the heart, between having to help or letting. However, when he remembered how cute the little girl was, Anarya could not bear to let her be tormented.

Anarya got up from her sleep, she stepped towards the window. His gaze was deep through the sky, his mind could not focus. It feels like he is in a confusing situation.

"I'd better take care of that blood type problem quickly. Whatever the outcome I will remain .. argh! Am I willing to accept a child who is not my son?" anarya Gumam.

"But if Resti is right my son, then I will regret for the rest of my life letting him be tormented."

Several times an annoyed snort was heard. There was so much he thought, he didn't know where to finish.

Without Anarya realizing it, Daneela saw all her behavior. However, Daneela was deliberately silent and wanted to know the truth of what happened.

Looks like an adult man with a thin mustache took the device from the bag of pants. Her fingers were looking for contact.

"Ma, Narya this afternoon is going to Mama's house. Mama's not having an outing, is she?"

"Mama this afternoon will go to Papa's house which is deket Mr. Kirman. Why?" ms. Bram replied from the end of the connection, the sound of the loudspeaker was clearly heard in Daneela's ear deliberately eavesdropping behind the slightly open door.

"Official, Ma." Anarya seemed confused to convey the contents of the heart that continues to sip on the chest.

"Why else is he? Do it again?"

"Mama knows, he threatened to torture Resti if Anarya did not obey him."

"What's? He's crazy, his own child can be used as a tool!" Bu Bram's voice sounded full of emotion.

Daneela who heard was shocked. He never thought if Lasmi was that determined, especially with his own child.

"Yes, you take Resti from him. Pity the child" said Ms. Bram.

"Narya is confused, Ma."

"Why jungles? You stay in court to file for Resti's custody, with proof that Resti was mistreated by her mother, then custody will obviously fall to you."

"Narya knows, Ma. But the problem ...." Anarya was silent for a moment, she was still thinking whether her parents needed to know the problem of blood type differences.

"Quality is the problem?" Ms. Bram was increasingly curious about what happened to her favorite child.

Outside the room, Daneela also impatiently waited for Anarya to uncover all the problems she was facing.

"Marya!"

"Yes, Ma." Anarya was stuttered by the cry of her mother, indeed she was now in a confused position.

"Jawab, what's the problem?"

"We'll see you, Ma. Anarya can't discuss any of this on the phone."

"Yes, this afternoon you will come. My mom didn't go."

"Yes, Ma. Narya will be there. Assalamu'alaikumsalam, Ma."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

The phone connection was terminated, but left a deep curiosity for Daneela. He felt that there was something big that Anarya deliberately hid from him, especially to involve Bu Bram.

It was in his mind to meet Lasmi and ask for an explanation of what he had done to Anarya. There is fear that Lasmi will use Resti to force Anarya back to her.

Lasmi, yes ..a cunning and determined woman. His existence has always been a scourge for the lives of Anarya and Nessa, now Daneela must also feel how worried she is to face the beautiful female demon but her heart is filled with lust and revenge.

Daneela took a deep breath to neutralize the rumble in her chest, then tiptoed slowly to get away from the room. He left Anarya who returned to settle in the contest with a mind that continues to be wrapped in worry.