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Dean went into the room with only one, Angga fell asleep on the bed curled up like a sad child in the anger of his parents.

Tears were still left on the temples of the eyes, the face pale and powerless. Angga's appearance was not like the beginning they met.

"Why are we met by fate in this way, brother? It is only fitting that when there is Kak Angga I feel safe, seeing Kak Angga's smile is too soothing. We have a blood relationship and are bound by an inner bond. Forgive Dean Brother." Dean's hand wiped the tears on Angga's sleeping cheek.

Slowly Dean climbed into the bed, hugging Angga very gently from behind. Dean was so happy to sleep with his brother.

It turned out that he not only had Big Sister, but Big Brother as well. What Dean was afraid of when his two older brothers were also two great people.

Dean's smile was seen choosing to sleep because of tired travel and cold weather.

It was late at night Anggun and Dimas also went in after going out to buy clothes and look for medicine after finding a prescription in the trash.

Dimas enveloped his two children who were sleeping soundly because of the very cold weather.

"Dean looks like you baby, his heart is soft, he accepts Diana who certainly knows not her siblings, and now that she has grown up he accepts Angga with complete sincerity as his Big Brother." Dimas was very fond of his son who was amazingly good.

"And Angga is like you, covering up sadness as if everything is good, never hurting anyone choose to hurt themselves to make others happy. His heart is hard, but trying to keep the people around him happy is enough he's full of wounds." Graceful to love her husband for always putting others behind their own self-interest.

Feeling strong, but needing a backrest. Dimas never said what the problem was, in front of anyone he was good.

Dimas' smile was visible, hugging his beloved wife. If without Anggun by his side it might have been since the beginning of Dimas' life was messy and cruel.

Gracefully spread out a thick blanket stacking some of their clothes for a sleeping pillow. Wherever you sleep with your family, you will sleep well.

"Let's sleep Daddy, let the kids in bed, and we're downstairs." Sleeping with Dimas.

The two hugged each other because they felt cold, but the moments of togetherness were warm.

Angga's eyes opened, feeling his head dizzy from crying too much. A dumb look saw that there were arms and legs coiling around his body.

Legs and hands were slowly released, Angga sat on top of the bed looking at Dean sleeping by his side.

Angga's heart was sliced and sore to see Dimas and Anggun sleeping in the cold because of the cold floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brother Angga, Dek. You have a harmonious and great family, your Mommy is also very good. Thank you for coming, but I don't want to hurt your family. Brother Angga pamit." Gently Angga rubbed Dean's Head, had fate allowed him to be reborn perhaps Angga would have chosen to be a good Brother for his younger brother.

Angga's head bowed, descending slowly from the top of the bed, pulling a blanket over his sister's body to keep her warm.

Angga walked away, sad to see both Dean's parents who tried to embrace him. It must have been so painful to be Mommy Anggun knowing her beloved husband had decades of children from other women.

"I'm sorry Angga Aunty, sorry that I was born like this. If Angga chooses I may not be born from the womb of Auntie, loved like a biological child." Angga took a thick blanket in the closet covering the body of the husband and wife so as not to feel the cold

The door of the room opened, Angga came out of the room to pick up a bag containing his passport and identity. The goose will soon go away despite the risk of being recognized by many people.

Angga's step stopped when he saw there was medicine on the table, there were many vegetables and food that had just been purchased.

Shirt opened, Angga took a cotton swab to clean the traces of blood that had dried.

"The first time you wake up? Compress with warm water." Dimas takes warm water.

Angga just kept quiet not chiming in, Dimas pulled the stubborn hand of Angga still treating himself.

"The gunshot wound hurt, and it burned the skin. Daddy knows the pain of having been shot several times" Dimas said slowly.

Angga's wounds were cleaned, his face grimaced with pain. Surviving without medication made his wound swell again.

"How many times your chest is in surgery, but it's still wandering around alone." Dimas' head shook his head, although he was not a Doctor but trained in treating wounds.

Angga's face looked at the face of the man he never thought of as his father even though he could not call it an old man.

"I'm sorry Om, Angga will leave here, Om and the family should go home too." The tone of Angga was very slow.

"Call Daddy, so don't be rude to parents. Daddy and Mommy were willing to go a long way just to pick you up, but are now expelled." Dimas's eyes looked at his crying son.

Angga's hand closed his eyes not strong with tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Why do you keep crying? men must be strong. You have to protect your family as a boy. Don't show me any more tears, Daddy doesn't like it." Dimas' hug gently rubbed his son's back which was not wrong whatsoever.

Angga's cry grew stronger, squeezing both hands. Dimas' touch was like a dream for him because he had been so afraid of hurting Dimas and his family because Angga loved Dean.

Dimas' tears also dripped with no power to feel Angga's sadness after knowing who he was. The truth is sometimes painful.

"Forget what Shena said, she did indeed conceive and give birth to you, but now your Mother is Graceful Mommy. Daddy wants you all together in Daddy's old age." As sincere as Dimas' heart apologizes for his ignorance and delay in finding Angga.

If the adopted child is also loved like a biological child, how could his own flesh and blood not be loved.

"I'm sorry Angga Om, sorry that I was present as an illegitimate child who is your greatest sin. Om Dimas was not wrong, I was wrong for being born into this world." Both of Angga's hands wiped his tears.

Dimas's eyes were sharp, pinching the head of Angga who was talking stupid things. How could he be an illegitimate child and a sin, all children were born in a state of holiness.

What kind of child was not born wrong? But his parents are wrong for being irresponsible, had Shena come to give Angga to Dimas they might have met for a long time.

Angga is not wrong because he is also a victim of irresponsible people.

"You can't talk like that anymore, your words hurt. Daddy doesn't want any kids to go wrong, you're a great guy who can stand on his own two feet. Daddy's proud of you." Dimas tightened his embrace feeling an unfair destiny for Angga who was not wrong whatsoever, but felt himself guilty.

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