Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

The Earth

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🌻Act 09:30

Terios mas Dimas immediately entered an open gate and pulled over under a shady tree with dried leaves that fell and were not swept away.

The simple whitewashed house and brown clay tile in front of me at this moment. There is a large board with which the paint begins to peel and the iron support begins to rust. It says there's "GLOW Orphanage MEDINA."

On the field exactly in front of the house looked 3 10-year-old children were playing ball, and on the terrace 2 8-year-old children appear to be cutting leaves and playing cooking. There was also the boisterous sound of babies crying out to each other from the inside.

"Masss," I said to my current husband with Dirga in my arms.

Mas Dimas who saw my concern immediately grabbed my shoulder and gave a few strokes there, he seemed to nod and continue to look at me.

"This is true when I'm acting, Mas?" terbataku.

"You saw the sign on it, the same name that Alharhumah Frista mentioned, didn't you? And the position of the accident experienced by the deceased is also related to this path. See 50 meters there is a forked road, to the left of the city with paved roads and to the right of the village residents with a path, it is clearly plastered there "Street and winding, the road, motorists are forbidden to pass through this lane, "but they force their way through it."

"Masss, this parlour doesn't look taken care of, I'm worried about Di-yara's condition in this place." I said.

"Don't think about it, you see the boys playing there, they look healthy, surely the manager here gives them their right. Come on now we go in and get our daughter."

I nodded too.

after 4 meters of walking, we were in the front of the house at this time. An 8-year-old girl who was playing cooking came up to us and spoke very politely.

"Whom is my father looking for?" plain babble girl with age that seems not far from Mayra my daughter.

"Is there a Mom, honey?" mas Dimas said with his hands rubbing the girl's head.

"Mother's Niken, sir? For a moment I call you, Father and mother please sit in that chair," said the little girl very politely towards us.

And we were sitting on a wooden chair with a round table in front of us right now. Not long after, the child who had previously called the mother of the parlour had returned. He also played the cooking again afterwards.

And from behind the door looked a middle-aged hijab-wearing woman in her 50s maybe, her body was tall and not too fat. He immediately smiled kindly towards us, although weary and moody who seemed to keep a lot of burden clearly visible in his eyes.

"Good morning, how can I help you, okay?" he very politely welcomed us.

"Good morning ma'am, introduce me to Dimas, and this is my wife Lyra."

"Greetings to Mr. Dimas and Ms. Lyra, I'm Niken the babysitter of this orphanage. Is there anything that brings Father Mother to my place?" said Ms. Niken while continuing to look at us.

"Look, ma'am, we haven't lost our baby in a long time, our baby was kidnapped, while the one who kidnapped the accident and died."

"I'm so sorry sir" pity Ms. Niken.

"But before he died, the kidnapper said he had put our baby in this home."

"Ahh, is it really like that sir. But no one has come to hand over a baby these few days. Is that information reliable?"

"The abduction occurred about 8 days ago Mom, our baby is a 10-month-old girl and has a ja-hitan mark on her chest" Dimas said.

"Ohhh," at once Miss Niken widened her eyes and closed her mouth with both hands looking surprised.

"What's wrong Mom, a-did a baby like that come here?" shirihku.

"Female baby with stitches ...." Ms. Niken seemed to remember something and then she told her story.

".... It was about half-time at 12pm. We were all gathered inside the house until a cry continued to be heard from outside, we took the initiative to see it. With support on the fence, a baby girl appeared to cry in the heat. What a heart of parents who have just put such a small baby, thought we, we also brought it to this house," said Ms. Niken.

"Yes, our baby is learning to stand. This ...this is our baby twin, it's this big and this tall. Ma-sss, it must be Diyara Mass ... Ma'am, so our baby's mom brought to this house right?" isakku.

"Relax dear," said mas Dimas.

"Who did you call that baby?" said Miss Niken

"Diyara, Diyara the name of our daughter Buu," my son returned.

"Diyara, it's true that the name is embroidered on his clothes," said Miss Niken as she looked closely at Dirga.

"Ohhh, true mass. I sewed my sons' names on his clothes. Look at this Mom, there's a name on my son's clothes, my son's named Dirga, like this isn't Mom stitching it?" my enthusiasm at the moment.

"True Buu," Miss Niken replied but she lowered her face.

"He was here, even I bathed and there was a ja-hitan on his chest. That night the baby had a fever and kept crying, we took him to the clinic ....

"I'm sick?? And how is she doing now, Mom?" on my side for the words of Miss Niken.

.... After being given the medicine, a few days later the baby recovered and came back cheerful and playful."

"Ahhh, thank goodness. Can we meet our baby Buu?" pinta mas dimas's.

"But sorry ... the baby is not here anymore now, forgive me ...," clearly looks sad and regretful on Ms. Niken's face at this time.

"Not here, you mean? Tell me where my baby is if it's not here, Buu?" isakku was confused and panicked.

"Someone's babysitting that baby."

"Hahhh, Diyara ...," I said.

"Who's babysitting our baby ma'am, there's certainly a document, right? What's-her-name? Where does he live?" gusar mas Dimas's.

"The man brought a ID card, a letter of introduction from RT, as well as a Letter of Good Behavior from the Police."

"Massn ... Who is Diyara with?"

"Calm down, honey, we can see the data!" mas Dimas's.

"Well, wait a minute."

Moments later Miss Niken returned with a Map containing the data of the man who brought Diyara.

I looked at the foster letter before me, "19 years old and he's not even married? How could this be Mom, why would you dare to hand over our daughter to a man who is even still unstable in his soul, replied ma'am!!"

"If he was young, the young man made a donation to stay here. 3 days ago he came as usual to submit a donation from part-time work according to him, until he saw your little baby crawling excitedly, your daughter came up to the young man and stood on the young man's knee. No matter what bond, your daughter looks very comfortable and continues to grab the young man's arm. The young man was holding your daughter, he looked very fond of your daughter and kept kissing her. Very close interaction. Looks like your daughter misses her father."

And we're sobbing together right now.

.... Because in our home there is a lack of donors, so we honestly have a bit of difficulty raising babies and children who are entrusted here. Moreover, babies need more milk and nutrition, even you see the children there, their age should have gone to school but we hold them back and just teach them at home, because the existing funds are only played for everyday and school costs of children who have been inched to high school that we prioritize. And the young man said he wanted to babysit your baby. Because he looks like a responsible young man, with makeshift documents. I allow the young man to bring your daughter, in the hope that the baby will have a better life than here. Maafff ...."

And Miss Niken is sobbing now because she feels defeated by life and feels like she failed to take care of the children here. He also regretted handing Diyara to the young man with the completeness of the makeshift documents.

"Can we bring this document, ma'am! We'll find our daughter. Honestly, we are very disappointed with the mindset of developing this home. Please don't do anything like this again. I promise that it will be a permanent donation of this home" said Mas Dimas before we finally left the home.

We were still in the car when we checked the documents of the young man who took care of Diyara.

"Wait, why do you seem to know the young man in this photo ...."

"Who is Mass?"

*Mas Dimaspun observes the name listed in the document, Eternal Earth Pranadipta, Earth. The young man who had a noble heart and donated his blood to Mayra* ...

"Is that really him?"

"Right darling, at least mas a little quiet, he's a good man ..we're at his address now!!"

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