Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Dirga and Diyara??

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And our car has landed now on the face of the house. With mixed feelings and full of questioning, Dimas grasped me as if he needed more strength at this time.

In the guest room, Dad and Aldo looked serious in the face while chatting with the police. Look at the uniform of state servants who usually exist when there is a disaster or crime. My heart kept pounding and unguided, what really happened? my inner.

Dad seemed angry to see our presence, asked us to go to see Mom at this time. Until before long our feet had reached the living room, I glanced at a glance on the sofa looking a man was slumbering, Firgie ... why is he also here? inner me back.

"You're finally home .. What is this Dimas! This is how you look after your family! And you guys, where have you been? Hair is messy, hijab is not neat. What were you guys doing all night? Are you just selfish?" my mother continued to cry.

"What is this Mom? What happened at the In-mas house?" And mas Dimas put out his tannya on the seemingly devastated mother.

Grandchild mahuu ....

Grandchildren?? My children, I immediately ran to the floor where my sons were. I saw Dimas following me behind me. I'll enter Mayraku's room first. In my brain, Rendi wants Mayra, Mayra .. I hope it doesn't get bad for you, Nakk, hesitantly, and I will pull the door in front of me.

I walked as fast as I could to my daughter's bed, and "Ohhh, my daughter was so sound there, thank God ... My Mayra is fine," I immediately admired the foster daughter who was very attached to me. Gratitude I say because Rendi did not launch the action to bring Mayra.

Instantly the mas Dimas hugged me and we sobbed together realizing our daughter Mayra was fine. But suddenly I saw a cry on my mother's face. His grandson .. he cried for his grandson.

"Masss ... the mother cried, something happened to her granddaughter. Could ...."

And at once Dimas and I rushed to our room, confirming the condition of the mother's other grandchildren, our sons ...

My tears continued to pour, unable to face the reality of bad things happening to the twins, my little angels ...

"I can't open it Mass, our sons ... " my tears continued to flood my face, which kept being glued behind the barrier between us and our babies who were supposed to be sleeping inside at this moment.

With unrestrained rapid movement, Dimas opened our door, slowly Dimas led me onward to the bed of the twins ...

"Masss, where are our sons?" my body was weak now, helplessly, my sight was immediately darkened, my spirit was lost ... My strength .. and tears were uncontrollable, until Dimas' heavy hand lifted my body to my bed.

"Wait here, Mas will make sure the twins are in the mother's shoes!" lirih mas Dimas I responded with my nod.

And the shadow of Dimas's invisible now,

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🌻Dimes ...

With gontai I set foot to go downstairs, to the people of the house and search for the truth that happened. Instantly I dropped my body on my knees before my mother who was still with tears in her eyes.

"Where are Dimas Bu's sons? nothing, where are they, ma'am?" lirih shed tears of my eyes, I dropped my head on the lap of the mother who was crying more and more while sweeping my head. Suddenly a baby cries from the guest room.

Eaaa ... Ma - Ma - Ma ....

Immediately I ran to the place where my baby was crying, and there the little angel seemed to sit looking for the face around him, until he caught my baby and he immediately grew louder crying while waving his hand.

Pa ... Pa ... Paa ...

A tiny body curay containing my little son and kuciumi instantly, I looked around the bed, only Dirga here .. Where is Di-ya-raku??

I brought Dirga who was silent in my arms. Questioningly gathered in my brain about Diyara's whereabouts.

And from a distance appeared Mbak Dinar with a milk bottle in his hand shocked to see me who he thought had not reached home.

"Father, forgive my negligence, sir," mbak Dinar with tears in his eyes continued to apologize towards me.

"What is this, Ma'am? Where's my daughter Diyara?" my many.

"Non Di-yara ..-not to mention finishing his words he immediately cried again.

"Jawab Ma'am! What happened to my daughter Diyara??"

"Have ... already ... Dinar, take Dirga to suckle his mother. You come here Dimas, mother who will tell you ...

*Why am I created to always feel this way*?

*Why is sadness always happy to accompany me*?

*I also want to live normally* ...

*Happy with my husband and children* ...

*And when I just got it*,

*Once again there must be an incident outside my wish*.

*Where are Dirga and Diyaraku*?

*My little babies* ...

*Pardon Mother who was so stupid that she had to fall in the same hole* ...

*Pardon Mother* ...

Suddenly there was a knock from outside.

*Tok ... Op* ...

"Lyra's mother ..." Dinar's voice kept calling me, my babysitter was outside. He must have known what happened, I opened the big white board that bound us, and there was a tiny baby in his arms.

"Dirgaaa .. Mother's child," I'd like to hear a little man who didn't throw away his father's face. He seemed to cry at me for a moment, pulling my hijab now with the grip of his tiny hand, until I remembered it with the grip of Diyara's hand just before my departure.

"Sir, where's my Di-yara?"

"Ibuuu .. sorry ...," lirih mbak Dinar.

"Tell me clearly, where's my little daughter??" now firmly.

"Non Di-yara .. kidnapped Buuu, maafff," and my babysitter now huddled under my feet and continued to apologize.

I dropped my body at his side, with Dirga starting to cry now in my arms. "Australia ... Diyaraa ... tell me how did all this happen??"

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