A Story of the Haram Child

Part 43 Happiness

The atmosphere of the night is so calm with the classical music of the song I'll Make Love To You owned by Boyz II Men makes the senses of the listener.   No one was disturbed by the lyrics that were so good, so delicious.

The cafe that is often visited by Mr. Bramantyo and Anarya seems so comfortable to relax, suitable for spending time while enjoying a cup of coffee with a high taste.

Combination for the sake of the pleasure of dancing on the tongue, making opium want to continue to enjoy it.

"The story to Papa, what really happened?" Bramantyo started the conversation.

Anarya roars oxygen to fill the lungs that feel tight. A lie during marriage with Lasmi still scratches the heart, leaving a deep sense of disappointment.

"Resti's not Anarya's son, Pa. DNA test results are different."

"Huh? You sure?"

"Yes, Pa. Honestly, Anarya was shocked as well. After knowing Resti's biological father status, Narya is confused."

"Anarya .. never change to love Resti. If it's the truth that he's not your flesh and blood, but he's growing in your arms."

"Yes, Pa. Anarya also can not be far from Resti, especially Nesa is also very dear to Resti."

"Then, if Resti isn't your son .. Who's his biological father?"

Anarya was silent for a moment. The excitement that shaded the heart niche is still implied in the face. Several times he swallowed the saliva and heard a rough breath.

"Well, how do you know about yoga?"

"Attent." Mr. Bramantyo tried to remember something, then he shook his head.

"Yoga Lasmi's ex-girlfriend? Hasn't Lasmi left him for you?" Back Mr. Bram scrunched his forehead to form a crease arrangement.

"It turns out they're still in a relationship behind my back, Pa. Anarya also didn't expect Lasmi to go that far as to lie to me."

"Are you sure Resti son Yoga?"

Anarya nodded strongly, "Anarya is sure, Pa."

"What makes you so sure?"

"So this is it, Pa. When Lasmi was in the hospital, the man was very worried and still loved Lasmi until now."

"They talked about Resti?"

This time Anarya shook her head weakly. There is no solid evidence to accuse Yoga. But that belief is strong in the heart. He felt he would not misanalyze.

"Then you have to make sure."

"Yes, Pa. The plan is tomorrow I'm going to see Yoga."

"You know his house?"

"Mama would know, Pa. Anarya will ask Mama."

"Wouldn't you call Yoga and ask her to meet?"

"Anarya doesn't have her number. So, the only way is to go to her house, Pa."

"If that's what you think is best, yes, just do it. But don't make your mom worry."

"Ready, Pa." Anarya commented a thin smile at the corner of her lips.

Back the adult man who was stricken with turmoil was sipping coffee that was almost cold. I don't know .. his tongue is now no longer able to feel the pleasure of espresso served. The mind just drifted to Resti's problem.

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Anarya opened the net when the morning dawn reverberated, calling every Muslim to carry out his duties. Immediately he tried to push himself so heavy to get up, removing the snare whispered demon.

Anarya's footsteps turned towards Daneela. The woman he had been neglecting for a few days because of Daneela's mistake in following Bu Bramantyo's advice.

Face without makeup polish it displays a charm that is so natural. For Anarya, the shadow of Daneesa's presence can always be seen in her twin sister Daneela.

That is why Anarya does not want the figure of Daneela to turn into a cruel and vengeful woman. He just wants all the good in Daneesa to be with the woman who is now his heavenly angel.

Slowly Anarya leaned back, bringing her face closer to Daneela. He kissed the soft top of the head of a woman who was deep in a dream.

Daneela, as if awakening from her subconscious, felt something touching her head. "Mas, are you awake?" daneela asked still with the dimmed net petals as it adjusted to the intensity of the light.

"Yes. Come on, pray together!"

"Not praying in the mosque?"

"Wake up the children, we pray the congregation."

Anarya smiled happily when she saw the people she loved in her life, now gathered to love each other. He placed a gentle kiss on Daneela, Nesa, and Resti's forehead.

There was a strange shudder sneaking in as he kissed Resti. The little boy who had often struggled spoiled in his lap, was not his flesh and blood. Anarya's gaze was so fixed towards Netra Resti, she summarized the tiny face with both hands. He did not deny that his love from the heart as a father.

"Resti miss Lasmi, right?" ask Anarya in a soft tone.

Resti nodded slowly, then lowered his head. "But .. but, Resti's afraid to meet Mom." The little girl's voice seemed to be traumatized by what Lasmi had done to her.

Anarya pulled Resti into her lap, then grabbed the little angel she loved so much. It was never in his heart to separate Resti from Nesa. However, he would not be able to resist if Lasmi would take Resti out of his hands.

"Later in the afternoon we all play at Ms. Lasmi's house. Resti still loves you, right?" Back gently Anarya asked.

There was a twinkle of joy when Resti heard the words of the father he loved so much. "Is that true, Dad?" Resti tried to convince.

Anarya nodded steadily as she smiled a smile. However, she did not want Resti to hate Lasmi, the biological mother who had given birth to her.

"We're going with Mama Daneela and Sister Nesa too?"

"Yes, honey." Anarya hugged and kissed many times Resti's chubby cheeks so that the little girl felt amused and laughed.

Seeing Anarya and Resti who were engrossed in conversation, Nesa did not want to miss. He approached and went along with the spoiled around his father's neck. Anarya welcomed with a warm embrace. He took care of the two little angels.

"Seriously we're going there?" Now replace Daneela who is not sure of her husband's words.

Anarya stopped for a moment from being satisfied with her two little girls, then asked Nesa and Resti to return to the room.

"Close here, my heavenly angel." Anarya asked Daneela to come closer and sit next to her.

Anarya's words made Daneela blush in embarrassment. The man is indeed romantic, knows very well how to make a happy woman born inner. Never did he yell at his wife or play physically. Verily Anarya was a very long-serving husband by a Daneela.

For Daneela, Anarya is a man who is able to dampen his emotions. He could at least if he had to see Anarya who if angry would even silence a thousand languages.

Anarya commented on her sweetest smile as Daneela approached and sat down beside her. He grabbed the fingers of the woman who now filled part of her heart space, pushing out the memory of Daneesa which had been stored neatly in her memory.

"Daneela, I love you not because you look like a Daneesa" Anarya said, starting the heart-to-heart conversation.

Their gazes were interlocked. Highlight the shaded netra radiated from the lens of Anarya's eye. Daneela responded with a happy smile.

"I want to continue living happily with you, aging with you, and spending all my time just with you and the kids."

"Why is it so romantic early in the morning?" Daneela was astonished by her husband's attitude.

"Daneela, I'm serious. Hmm. .. There's something important I need to tell you." Anarya changed position, she sat facing Daneela.

The romantic man's netball gaze traced every inch of his halal lover's face. He took a slow breath and threw it away as if he was preparing the heart.

"Resti is not my flesh and blood" Anarya said quickly.

Daneela's bead ball bought in disbelief hearing what she heard. "Mas mean?"

"From the results of the test Deoxyribonucleic Acid states that from the repetition of the nucleotide, there is no visible match of Resti's blood with mine."

"You mean your DNA test results aren't the same?"

Anarya nodded. "And I want us to go to Lasmi to tell her everything."

"Official?" Back Daneela was stunned so that made her tone slightly raised.

"The official has repented. He's also been to see Ms. Rani, your mother."

"really?"

"Yes, Daneela. What am I lying for. So, look ... yesterday when I was away all day, I took her to Daneesa's grave. When it's over, I'm taking her to Bu Rani's house."

"Mama's okay?" A worried look enveloped Daneela's face.

"Bu Rani is okay, it was he who gave a surprise to Lasmi. Rest assured that Lasmi has now changed."

Daneela. He shook his head because he did not understand what to say in response to Anarya's story.

"I know who Resti's biological father is, that's why I wanted to see Lasmi."

"Mas Narya knows? Who is he, Mas?"

"Later you'll find out after meeting that man."

Daneela looked back at the man who was her priest. He can only surrender with curiosity that fills the space of the mind, patiently waiting for the answer of all the puzzles.