Dreamy Girl
Part 218 An Important Letter
Sad faces were still visible in Raditya's house. Although a month had passed the death of the great mistress but the memory of her kindness was still always on the air in every talk of all family members.
Rama as the first grandson closest to his daughter's eyes never alpha visit the beloved's room until sometimes asleep there.
The recording of his childhood with his eyes makes him more homesick and at home linger in the room of the eyang.
Tonight he invites Rara to sleep in the room of the late Raditya Rose.
His wife always protested that she spent more time in the room than with him.
"Mas, what is this?" rara asked when they were both in the large and spacious room of the former president of TGR Global Company.
"Ra' I brought you here does not mean you are free to ruffle the property of the princess" replied Rama a little ketus. He never interfered with the location of the goods.
"Mas, I'm sorry. But it's a letter to you mas." replied Rara then handed him an envelope. Rama took what looked like a letter.
"For Rama Putra Tama Raditya." read Rara in a rather loud voice. "This is true for Rama. Maybe he wrote it specifically for you." Rara continued to argue even though Rama was just silently staring at the letter.
"You open?" ask Rara again. Rama looked at his wife possibly nodding. Raditya's first granddaughter slowly tore the envelope or white cover carefully.
He spread out the paper and read it in his heart.
Bismilbornrahmanirrahim
Assalamualaikum Rama's grandson.
When you read this letter, you may no longer be in your midst. Earlier he apologized to you. It is very interesting to reach this directly but sometimes situations and conditions always prevent you from saying it.
Ye know? eyang wrote this while you were in Tokyo because I thought I should say it before it was too late.
You don't know if this is important you know or not. But eyang feels you should know from his own eyes before hearing it from others. You are not actually the son of Gala Putra Raditya and Vita Maharani. You are the first grandchild of Raditya's first descendant, Tama Putra Raditya.
This is what I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, son. Nothing really changes here. You are still my first favorite grandson.
Forgive this eye.
Wassalamu'alaikum's chat.
Rama covered the letter with an unreadable face. He did not know what to comment. The puzzle of why his name is different from his other brother is answered already. Why should this be hidden from him. Is there something important that he should not know?.
"Mass?" call Rara because her husband doesn't react.
"I want to see my father with my mother" said Rama then stepped out of the room and left Rara who was still dumbfounded. Finally the woman followed him too. She followed behind her husband to his room-in-law.
Long Rama knocked on the door then the figure of Vita appeared with a gentle smile.
"What's the matter Ram? is there something you need?" ask Vita with a probing look.
"Rama wants to talk to mom and dad."
"Well, where?"
"Here you go, Ma." Vita allowed her son and daughter-in-law to enter her room. He asked the two men to sit down and wait for Gala who was talking on the phone.
"What's the matter Ram? tumben these nights." asked Gala then sat in front of 3 people who were waiting for her.
"The letter my mother wrote is true, son. You are not our real son. You are the son of the deceased bang Tama with brother Gita Prameswari." there is a sense of surprise back in Rama's heart about the news he heard. His memory goes back to the tombstone inscribed with the two men at the Raditya family cemetery.
"But why are you and mom hiding this big thing to Rama Pa?" rama asked with a disappointed face.
"Because we think it doesn't matter to you son." Gala replied with a straight look towards Rama.
"Of course it matters because they are the biological parents of Rama. I also want to know the origin of my Pa." replied Rama in a slightly raised voice. Vita looked at him in disbelief. Just this time Rama spoke before the two of them in such a high voice.
"Over this time our affection for you is no different from any other, dear. You're still bleeding Raditya and that's undeniable." this time Vita answered while pointing her son's face at him.
"You're still mama's son, son, until anytime. Mama took care of you since you were 6 months old. Since mas Tama and Kak Gita left you." said Vita in a soft and calm voice.
"Papa and Mama have a reason, right? why hide this from Rama for years like this."
"Of course." replied Gala firmly. Then he continued.
"Because Papa wants you not to feel different from other people who have complete parents and also Papa does not want you to grieve because they both have died in an unnatural way."
"It's not natural how does Pa mean?" rama asked with a curious face. Gala looked at his wife's face for permission to tell her everything. Vita nodded. It was time for Rama to know how his parents left this world.
Gala tells everything from Tama who left home and married a woman who was not approved by her mother until her death caused by Robby Todler.
"So that old man who caused the lives of papa and mama are gone and not found the body?"
"Learn Iyya. You are patient." replied Vita while gently stroking her son's hand.
"But why are their graves there with the princess and Mbah kung?" rama asked curious because only those who have a body can be buried while this was the case of his parents were not found at all.
"When hearing the news that bang Tama and his wife had died, my mother immediately invited the religious leaders to perform ghoib prayers for the deceased and the deceased in this house and asked such a thing as well." Gala paused for a moment and then took a breath.
"According to the religious leaders, there is no guidance in our religion to make a grave or a tomb that does not have a body."
"Even if the body died in a drowning state, there must be pieces of his body that can be buried but this case is different. We did not find any jazad or even pieces of it so there was nothing to bury. Enough of our duty is to pray for it, the priest said."
"But at that time my mother insisted that she make a marker of a kind of tombstone that reads their names both so that every time she visited the tomb of Papa Raditya, she also felt like menziarahi son and daughter-in-law." gala told Rama that his son would understand.
"Mama always regretted what she did to your father and mother who did not give her blessing to them. For that he made it like that so he could always remember him." continued Gala again with a shady face.
"I'm sorry Rama Pa, Ma. Because I thought you were hiding this from me because of my treasure and legacy" said Rama lowered his head in shame with his bad thoughts.
"Astagfirullah, did you think like that Ram?" gala asked in a shocked and incredulous voice.
"TGR belongs to your father from the past. It was arranged by the late Papa Raditya. And now if you want, you can replace papa as president director." Gala said with a bit of disappointment because of the words of Rama.
"I'm sorry Rama Pa, I didn't mean it that way" said Rama, prostrating himself under Gala's feet.
"Go back to your room. And remember nothing has changed here." Gala insisted and did not want to be denied.
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