Breaking the Boundaries of Love

Mother's Last Confession

Rara ran down the hospital hallway. Looking for her mother's treatment room.

Keekkk ...

Seen her mother was asleep. Janna was next to him. Rara looked at Janna, her eyes asking for an explanation from her best friend.

"Shhwa... Mom just went to bed" Janna said.

Rara breathed a sigh of relief. He saw the mother who was asleep, oxygen hose and infusion installed in his body. His face was so thin and pale. Paler than usual. The tip of his foot was cold as ice.

"Mak.", said Rara Lirih.

Janna approaches Rara, tightly embraced by her best friend. Rara's power to hold back her tears. Such a great guilt was burning in his little heart.

"I'm sorry Rara, mom"

Those words were spoken many times in the arms of Janna.

"Rb ... "

"Hmmm.."

Rara looked at Janna. Waiting for what the short-haired girl would say.

"Emak, proud of you Ra. He told me that many times. It's just that he doesn't want to be frank with you. But believe me what I'm saying is true as it is"

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It had been two hours since his arrival at the hospital, Mother had not yet woken up from her sleep. Probably the effect of the medication he took. Rara put her head over her hands, hoping she could wake up and talk to him. She misses the sound of Mom and Mom's nagging.

"Mr ... Mom is awake"

Janna who was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room got up close to them.

"Rara ..", Mother's voice called out her name.

Rara hugged Mom and took her arms and kissed the back of the old woman's weakly lying hands.

"Sorry Rara, Mommy?"

"Emak sleeps alone"

Mom shook her head.

"Emak should talk to you, Ra. Mom has to tell you the truth, Ra. You're correct. You deserve to know everything"

Mother took a glass of water that Janna took. He tried to regulate his breathing, regulating his heart. Strengthened himself to speak.

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Eighteen years ago, a 19-year-old young woman married a wealthy widower with two sons. The widower was a daughter of the central battalion in the City. A soldier who has a hard face line. Big and handsome. He was very much feared among his troops.

The young girl was a traveling singer from the village. He met the rich widower at a performance in the battalion where the widower was serving. They fell in love and married.

From that marriage, they were blessed with a daughter named RARA PRATIWI. But the marriage did not last long, when Rara was five months in the womb, her father left her. Back to his home country.

Leaving Mom alone, with no news of anything to date. Since then she has hated men and hated singing. For Mom, if she wasn't singing in a foreign battalion back then. Maybe he wouldn't have suffered such a fate.

Rara's biological father is indeed a foreign soldier, but he has the same blood as Rara.

Rara doesn't want to hate him. You must have a reason why he returned to his country and left Mom.

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Mother's breath gasps, her emotions rising as she recounts her past. Rara didn't see him until the day. He asked my mother to rest.

"Ra, I hope you don't have bad luck like Mom. Mom wants us to be happy with the guy who really loves you. Mom always prays for you, Ra"

Rara smiled and nodded. He might hold back his tears. Rara sat down beside Mom and waited for the sleeping Mother. But there is something strange about my mother.

Janna and Rara panicked, and Mom's body was cold. A small smile fell from his lips.

"Emak, Ra died" said Janna, sobbing.

Rara hysterical. He hugged the body of the mother who was still lying on the hospital bed.

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