A Story of the Haram Child

Part 35 Playwright

"Mas, I'm worried about Resti." Daneela started the conversation when they got home.

For a moment the atmosphere became quiet. Anarya flinched hearing Daneela's words. He continued to carry Nessa's exhausted body to sleep, his step straight to the room.

After washing her hands and feet, Daneela immediately straightened her feet on the mattress on the front floor of the television. He leaned his head against the pile of pillows while closing the netra.

"Kok, sleep here, Yang? Not in the room?" tanya Anarya made Daneela raise her head towards him.

"No, Mas. Just relax while watching TV."

"When you look at the television, yeah, it's on the TV." Anarya smiled as she grabbed the remote.

He presses the on button, then puts himself on the side of Daneela's foot. Without a trace Anarya's hand grabbed Daneela's leg and placed it on her lap, then the fingers began to massage.

"Maas ...." Daneela wanted to pull her leg, but was held back by Anarya.

"Oh, it's okay. I know you must be tired."

"Capek what? I'm, right, not the way."

"Yesterday you were overtime for orders, a lot. You must be tired."

"That, right, yesterday. Someone's helping, Mom."

"No, what is the incandescent now. I want to." Finally Daneela gave up and let the burly hand twitch her leg.

"Mas, let's just take Resti, shall we? I'm honestly worried that Resti's a victim of Lasmi's insanity." Daneela repeated a remark that received no response from her husband.

"What, we'll talk about that later."

"When?"

"After the DNA test results came out."

"Do you still doubt that Resti is the son of your love?"

"Yes ...." Netra Anarya mendelik, as if she did not accept if Daneela thought she loved Lasmi.

Daneela chuckled at Anarya's insincere expression, but on the other hand Daneela was concerned about what was happening. Anarya really reaped the long results of mistakes in the past.

Anarya got punished for her helplessness in the past. Had he been able to protect Daneesa, maybe for life he would not have been trapped in the shadows of regret and end up with long problems that endlessly occupy his mind.

"Daneela, you're not making fun of me, are you?" said Anarya weakly, there was a shiver in her tone.

Daneela immediately stopped cursing, the feeling of guilt just now crawled the heart. "Bu-not that I meant to make fun of, Mas. I just ...."

"Stop talking about Lasmi and the past. It's enough that I feel alive in the shadow of Daneesa, that regret I've redeemed by keeping my heart to Daneesa all this time."

"Sorry, Mom." Daneela was downcast, her face turned pias and felt bad.

"Since intending to marry you, I've established my heart to make you the only woman who will accompany me to the end of my breath. For Nessa's sake, don't talk about the past and Lasmi anymore."

"Yes, Mas. Sorry." With a little fear Daneela tried to look at Anarya who turned out to be looking at him closely.

Anarya's gentle gaze made Daneela's feeling improve, so shady. There's no anger there. Yes, Anarya asked tenderly without the slightest emotion.

Anarya's right hand stroked Daneela's cheek, making her face red. "I love you, Daneela. And I want you to bear the fruit of our love, sister to Nessa. That's a lot ...."

Instantly Daneela's face flushed red with embarrassment. The hatred that once touched the heart, is now completely broken and there is only love for the loving man.

"Yes, Mas. I'll give you five, hahaha ...."

"Are you five?"

Daneela nodded with her face still blushing, while Anarya smiled then grabbed the shoulder of her female idol.

****

Somewhere else.

The clear thread was still flowing down the cheek. I do not know how long he sobbed to endure the pain that he felt more tormenting the heart.

White walls and some lizards as if to witness the wounded heart was wailing bitterly in the silence of the night creeping. No hand removes the lara mark that keeps on unraveling.

Several times the back of the hand was wiping the net full of water and damp. The highlight of sadness made the eyelids become haggard, even the mountain of grudges sank with a sad tinge.

Yes, he's Lasmi. He is in such a deep heartache. He felt like he was the most wasted person. As he was full of disappointment, not a single person was present to give him strength.

Lasmi feels dumped from the beginning, he failed to get the heart of an Anarya. Every effort he had taken, even things he should not have done was taken to get rid of Daneesa which led to the death of the poor woman.

"You're laughing now, Daneesa. You feel victorious because even though your body is in the ground, but your love has bound Anarya's heart." Lasmi muttered to herself, bringing out all the contents of her heart that increasingly gnawed at her common sense.

"Yes .. You've lost from the beginning, Lasmi." The voice appeared in that quiet room.

Lasmi was stunned, her net was immediately fixed on the figure of a woman in a white dress leaning against the door. Several times he rubbed his eyes, but the figure he saw did not disappear either.

"No. I'm Daneesa, the woman who's at war with you."

"That's impossible. You must be Daneela who wants to scare." Lasmi stood up, then inched back closer to Resti who was asleep.

"Haha ... Lasmi, Lasmi. You're weird, look at me. I'm the pregnant woman you used to push down the stairs and fall to the bleeding."

Lasmi. Only Daneesa knows that. His fear grew because he thought Daneesa's spirit would demand revenge.

Many times he pinched his arm, but the pain he felt. "It's not a dream, it's real. She really is a Daneesa ..." muttered Lasmi with a body that began to shiver in fear.

Lasmi sits limp on the floor while bending her knees and hiding her face. I don't know how many times he apologized and forgave.

"Official, I don't need your apology. I just want you to change. Do not disturb the life of Anarya and Daneela, he is my twin brother and of course his happiness is also my happiness. So, never use any means to separate them."

"Well, but please go now."

"How can I go if in your heart there is still a grudge against Daneela and Nessa my son? Clean that grudge from the bottom of your heart, don't make it hard and make you lose your mind."

"Good, Daneesa. I promise not to take revenge on them" Lasmi replied with increasing fear.

"Don't use Resti to suppress Anarya."

Lasmi was silent, in her heart raging questioningly. How Daneesa's spirit knew about it.

"Why? Still thinking how do I know?"

Lasmi was still speechless and preferred to hide the face on both knees. He had no courage to look at that pale spirit.

"I've been following you all along, Lasmi. In order to take care of my loved ones, I am around you every day to see what you have planned."

Slowly Lasmi raised her head, the bead ball bought in disbelief. Gathering millions of courage, he tried to turn his head toward the Daneesa standing up.

The deg!

At once Lasmi was more stunned and strayed back. The woman who had just spoken no longer existed. However, the door was still open .. soon Lasmi stood up despite trembling. He tried to get out and find the woman.

Several times he circled his gaze into the hospital hallway and returned to the hospital room, but he could not find the figure. His hand quickly closed the door.

He pulled the sofa to the side of the bed to get close to Resti, a fear that he felt made the anxiety even more. He tried to cover himself with a jacket, hoping that the figure would never be present again.

****

"How, Daneela? That work?" ask a woman who is waiting with worry.

"Berez, Ma." Daneela pointed two thumbs at the woman.

"Well, now we go home to Mom. You go home tomorrow at noon, let Anarya not suspect."

"Yes, Ma." Daneela's smile expands, she gamits the hands of the woman who used to hate her.

The two once hostile women sailed towards the parking area, to where a black car was waiting.

"Yuk, Mr. Kirman .. the way."

"Ready, Mistress." Mr. Kirman drove a car through a deserted night street.

Smile etched on the lips of two women of different generations, Bu Bram clasped the shoulder of the daughter-in-law so affectionately. "I'm sorry, Mama first, yeah. Now it's time for Mama to pay for all of Mama's old bad."

"Yes, Ma. Thanks for helping, Ella."

Smile again adorned the lips of both. Daneela hoped that the way she traveled would work, Lasmi would be able to turn into a person who has a heart.

At the very least, the last words that stated that he was always around Lasmi would make Lasmi afraid to act. Daneela doesn't want anything to happen with Resti.

Anarya's attitude that does not want to talk about Lasmi, makes Daneela turn her brain to find her own way out. The only person that can be expected is Ms. Bram, because only Ms. Bram knows about Lasmi's past mistakes.

That afternoon ..when Anarya was flushing in the bathroom, Daneela decided to call Bu Bram. He told me everything on the phone, like a tipper with Bu Bram had an idea so that Daneela could get out of the house without making Anarya suspicious.

Daneela admits to the ingenuity of Bu Bramantyo who turned out to be good at organizing tactics. Ms. Bram called Anarya and said that if she was not feeling well, she needed Daneela to look after her things overnight until Mr. Bram came home.

Covetous granddaughter also arrived, Bu Bram's plan went smoothly. Anarya allows Daneela to follow Mr. Karmin who picks her up without a hint of suspicion.

The state of the hospital is quiet more make Daneela did not find obstacles when entering the inpatient room. His determination was already unanimous, giving a lesson to the woman who had died her conscience.

Daneela could really take advantage of the time, when she saw Lasmi who was dissolved in sadness she opened the door slowly and started the action.

So swept away in lamentation, Lasmi was completely unaware that Daneela had been standing by the door for more than fifteen minutes. Eventually all the scenes happened and made the woman scared.

Now, Daneela carves a smile all the way. The hope of ending all the dilemmas Lasmi creates is so strong, he doesn't want any victims of the brutality of the woman's obsession that he may have lost his mind.

The car kept on going carrying the midnight showman to go home. Mr. Kirman who saw the familiarity of the two women who had clashed just smiled, also felt happy.

They did not know that in the white-walled room there was a woman who was still in fear, curled up in her thick jacket.