A Story of the Haram Child

Part 40 Scratches Wound

"Finally you're here too, Lasmi." That sentence was the first spoken by Bu Rani when the step is not far from Lasmi.

The hate is so real. For Bu Rani, Lasmi is a wound sower she has felt for years. His hatred became even more when he learned how Lasmi behaved to Nessa.

Lasmi who received a gaze full of anger was unable to dodge, she stuttered and misbehaved. His net was powerless to retaliate, he could only bow down in shame as well as fear.

Anarya read the tense atmosphere was underway, she tried to get closer to Bu Rani even though Lasmi still pulled her arm so as not to get too close to the old woman who wanted to blow her mouth.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma." Anarya grabbed onto Bu Rani's hand and kissed the back of the hand with reverence.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Why did Nak Anarya take him to Daneesa's tomb?"

"Look, Ma. Lasmi .. um ... Melissa ...."

"I want to apologize to Daneesa and Mother" Lasmi said quickly.

Bu Rani and Anarya's views were on the woman who was torn between being brave and afraid to admit mistakes. Lasmi tries to gather strength.

A moment later Bu Rani turned to look at Anarya. There was a meaningful gesture that Anarya conveyed, a slow nod.

"Official, are you sorry you could bring my son back to life?" Back the sharp gaze hit the guts of Lasmi who was in the middle of the kembis held the shame and fear.

"Sa-I know, Mom. But .. but I don't want to be forever haunted by guilt. I don't want every moment that Daneesa's spirit comes into my life."

"Are you sure my son will forgive you?"

Lasmi. He bowed and played his fingers a sign that he was not calm. In his heart was the same, asking whether the spirit of the woman he had ruined his life would be willing to forgive all his mistakes?

"Officially, what would you give me or my son if we forgave you?" Bu Rani's voice is now calmer, there is no emotional vibration in her tone.

Lasmi looked up at the nanar face that had been filled with the twilight age mark line. Instantly Lasmi ran over and grabbed the old hand. "I promise I won't bother Anarya and Daneela, Mom. I promise I'll turn into a good person." Lasmi's cry broke, she repeatedly kissed the back of the hand.

"Are you sure of what you said?"

Lasmi stared at the Netra Bu Rani, he was eager to convince the woman who had been keeping the wound because of him. "Yes, Mom. I was ready to repent. That's why I came here."

"alright. Apologize to Daneesa and send her a prayer. After that stop by Mom's house, I'll show you something."

"What is that, Mom?"

"Just do it, you'll know later. Mother first."

Bu Rani steps out of Lasmi and Anarya. There was a faint smile at the corner of his lips that he aimed only at Anarya, his daughter-in-law. Smiles are full of meaning and only they know.

Anarya flinched from where she stood. He left Lasmi with a procession of consecration, spilling all regrets on the tombstone of Daneesa.

The hope of a quieter life of Lasmi's disorder is clearly reflected in the net man's skin of a handsome face with a glaring look. The opportunity to live happily with his son and wife will be achieved after Lasmi is willing to let go.

"Daneesa, I have fulfilled my promise to take care of Nessa and try to give her complete happiness. Now, forgive Lasmi so that she can find another happiness so that it will not interfere with my life and Nessa's" Anarya prayed in her heart.

When Anarya's heart finished praying, a gentle wind blew against Anarya's face. Several frangipani flowers fell on the head of Lasmi, making the woman who was praying was looking up.

"Daneesa, does this mean you forgive me?" Bead ball lasmi full of hope and haru.

Lasmi stood up quickly and ran towards where Anarya was standing. "Mas! Does Daneesa forgive me?" A happy expression was painted on Lasmi's face, plus when Anarya nodded her head.

"Now we go to Bu Rani. He must have been waiting for us."

"Yes, Mom!" The face of sumringah Lasmi was still filled with smiles of excitement.

"In the meantime, I'll go back to Daneesa. I'd like to send a prayer for him, too."

Lasmi nodded. "Then I go to the car first, huh, Mas?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Anarya moved from her place. With a happy smile, he approached the marker that there was a woman he loved so much up to this moment.

"Thank you, dear ..thank you for all your sacrifices so far. Thank you for giving me such an invaluable and immeasurable sign of love. We promise to keep the fruit of our love and this heart."

Does not feel clear dew emerging from the angle of the netra. Anarya again felt a gust of wind so gently sweeping across her face. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the baby's caress which he felt was like the touch of a woman's hand that had been enthroned in his heart.

A few minutes Anarya was lulled by what she felt. He woke up when the device in his pocket vibrated. His right hand immediately slipped into the inner pocket of the jacket he was wearing.

"Bu Rani," Anarya muttered, her thumb immediately sliding the call receiver button.

"Where have you been, Son Anarya?" The voice from across seemed to be impatiently waiting for his arrival.

"It's still in the tomb, Ma. Soon go straight to Mom's house."

"Yes, be careful."

"Yes, Ma."

Anarya closed the call and rushed towards the car. It seemed that Lasmi was waiting with great anxiety. The joyful face he had seen had changed.

Lasmi's hand repeatedly opened the screen, looked at a contact number, and then closed it again. For the umpteenth time he finally decided to call the owner of the contact number.

"Yoga, can we see you later this afternoon?"

"...."

"We'll see you around five in the afternoon, where I'll call you later."

"...."

Anarya undoes the intention to open the car door. He knows why Lasmi contacted Yoga, certainly related to the status of Resti's biological father. Anarya believes that currently Lasmi is worried about the results of DNA tests.

"Mas ... since when was Mas Narya there?"

"Since then and enough time to hear all your talk with Yoga."

"Please don't misunderstand me, Mommy."

Anarya developed a smile. "It's okay, Lasmi. I'm sure Yoga's a good and sincere man loves you." Anarya deliberately diverts Lasmi's mind, he does not want the woman in front of him suspicious of what he already knows.

Lasmi just nodded while commenting on the smile. "Well, now we're going to Bu Rani!" take Lasmi with enthusiasm.

"Not tense anymore?"

"It's much more relieved, Mom. The burden that exists in the mind has been slightly reduced."

"Thank God."

Anarya is again preparing to drive the four-wheeled vehicle to divide the streets decorated with various types of vehicles. Pendar happiness overshadowed the look of the face that once had lost cheerfulness.

About twenty minutes the car carrying Anarya and Lasmi entered a beautiful yard. Ornamental plants look neat and well maintained.

From the outside, the atmosphere of the house looks empty as if uninhabited. After Daneela got married, Ms. Rani lived with two nieces and nephews who she took to accompany and help take care of the house and the shop.

From morning to night, the house is certainly quiet because after finishing doing homework, they will go to the bakery shop owned by Bu Rani. Today Bu Rani accidentally did not go to the store because it prepared a surprise for Lasmi.

After knocking on the door and greeting a few times, it finally sounded authentic from within. "Come in" said Bu Rani after opening the door.

Anarya and Lasmi stepped on the swing of the old foot belonging to Bu Rani who was assisted with a stick. Netra Lasmi circulates, sweeping through every single piece of room. The room is almost filled with photos of the family memories of Bu Rani.

Anarya was amazed, since when the photos were displayed almost filled the wall and buffet. He did not expect to find photos of Daneesa and Daneela arranged from their infancy and growing up.

"Ma, is this Daneesa and Daneela?" asked Anarya while touching the photo she meant.

"Yes. They are my children, they are life-giving to me." Bu Rani's gaze drifted to a photo displaying memories of Daneesa and Daneela posing on their new bike.

"At that time they were eight years old, exactly the same age as Nessa is today. They are happy because they have parents who are able to give love fully. The bike was a birthday present given by his late father."

Ms. Rani paused for a moment. Some feel tight in the chest and want him to throw. "However, not with my granddaughter Nessa. At his infant age he had to lose the mother figure he needed milk and also his caress" he continued with a glassy netra.

"Not enough there. At the age that he should be able to enjoy the joy of playing with his peers, again he lost the right as a child. He must swallow the misery of life." Clear thread can no longer he hold.

Bu Rani stood staring at the photo in front of him. The mood became quiet. However, not with the heart of Lasmi who was rumbling full of something so stifling chest when hearing the words from Bu Rani.

"Official, did you see that photo?" Bu Rani's index finger leads to a photo hanging on the west wall, a large photo framed with a silver frame.

All eyes immediately followed the direction of the woman who was still covered in sadness. Still no words were spoken from Lasmi's lips, only a heavy breath that was somehow to how many times he threw.

"In the photo a lot of hope is hanging. Daneesa and Daneela learned to bake cakes because her papa wanted them to continue the bakery shop business. Daneela was sent to Singapore to study pastry and Daneesa remained here to study management."

Rani stopped her story. He crazily moved slowly closer to that image of hopeful memories. With his wrinkled hands, he rubbed the face of Daneesa.

"But unfortunately, Daneesa could not realize his father's dream because he had to die during childbirth. Still imagined in memory, how he screamed in pain from the heavy bleeding and also there were some bruises on his body."

The tears were not able to settle back, shed with a lump of sadness that was about to unravel the bitter truth.

Bu Rani's view now turns to Lasmi who turns out to be stunned like a statue, only a clear circle that flows into the cheek. His heart sighed when he heard the story of a mother who had to accept the extinction of hope for the child.

"Do you know what it's like to lose, Lasmi? Do you know how sad a mother who watched her child dying endures pain and must eventually die?"

"Sorry, Mom." Lasmi was unable to hold back any longer, she was as unwilling as she cried.

Lasmi did not expect that what he called a love struggle turned out to destroy the dreams of many people, many hearts were hurt by the obsession he wanted to achieve.

At that time, he never cared about the suffering of others. He does not care if what he does will hurt many people. One thing he knows, is to have Anarya.

Unfortunately it is not able to change anything, but hope all the mistakes he has done in the past to get sorry.

Lasmi rushed to embrace the legs that were not solid anymore, he could only cry and beg for forgiveness. This time her cries were really full of regret, very .. very ... very sorry.

"Reside, Lasmi. There's one more thing I want to show you."

Lasmi took off her hand, slowly she stood up and looked at Bu Rani. "What, Mom?"

"Sit down, I'll get it first."

Lasmi, according to him, stepped straight towards the sofa. I don't know what would be a surprise for him. He can only hope after this sorry he will get from Bu Rani.

After a few minutes of waiting, finally Bu Rani reappeared carrying a wooden box that was still locked with a small padlock.

Arriving in front of Lasmi, the box measuring about 30 x 40 cm he put on the table.

"I hope that after looking at the contents of this box, you will open your eyes and realize that you have been misjudging." Ms. Rani did not immediately open, she still stared fixedly at the woman who used to make her son as a rival.

Anarya who had been silent watching scene after scene, was now curious. He approached and sat on the sofa, waiting for the surprise that Bu Rani had prepared next.

There were many questions that raged in Anarya's chest, as did Lasmi. An increasingly irregular heartbeat awaits the opening of a testimony that has long been tightly closed by a mother who harbored wounds and loss for years.

For Ms. Rani, the wound layer had long since hardened and it was hard to scrape even with a thousand words of apology. However, for Daneesa's good name, he had to unravel the tangled threads that made his grandson considered an illegitimate child.