Friend Bed

Help

"Mom Rahma?" ask Delia.

"Yes, Ms. Rahma's Dea's birth mother. Only with a confession from Ms. Rahma can we provide evidence that Dea is not the biological child of Papa and Mama."

"That's a good idea Shakila" Dimas said. Delia just nodded her head.

"Tomorrow I'll go to Rahma's mother and ask her to tell me all these truths."

"Yes tomorrow you just meet Ms. Rahma, now the most important thing is that we think about Oma's health first. Hopefully, Oma's situation improves."

"Yes Pa."

Without them noticing, behind one of the walls of the hospital wall, a pair of eyes seemed to be watching them, and heard all their conversations.

He then pulled his body, and pressed it against the wall while closing his eyes. "Oh no," he said softly.

"This can't happen, they can't find Ms. Rahma, and Ms. Rahma can't tell the truth if it turns out that I'm not the biological child of Papa Dimas and Mama Delia. I didn't have it all, I had to do something" Dea said. He then left the hospital and went to the orphanage. Before long, Dea was already in the orphanage where she lived first.

TOK TOK TOK

After Dea knocked on the door, moments later the door opened. When the door opened, Mother Panti stood up and looked at Dea with a smile.

"Dea!" greet the mother of the parlor.

"What's Dea? What's the matter with you coming here tonight, son?"

"Look at the home, there's something important I want to ask you."

"An important thing you want to ask? What do you want to ask, Dea?

"It's about Buu Rahma."

"Mom Rahma? What happened to Rahma? Have you met her again?"

He then shook his head. "Let's mom, may I have an address from Ms Rahma?"

"Oh of course, son. But didn't you give me the address just a moment ago when your sister, Shakila, gave me?"

"Sister Shakila?"

"Yes Dea, just a moment ago Shakila visited this place."

"What's? Brother Shakila has visited this place?"

"Yes son, at that time your brother came with a man who was probably his lover. He came to this parlor and asked for Ms. Rahma's address."

'Basic asshole Shakila's a real jerk! So this is why they already know who I really am? It's because of Shakila's jerk, Dea's mind is back.

"Oh yes, right now Brother Shakila is accompanying Oma in the hospital so I did not have time to ask Brother Shakila."

"Oh well then, I'll get you the address."

The mother of the orphanage then entered the orphanage, and wrote down the address of Rama's house. Then he gave it to Dea.

"This is Dea, Miss Rahma's home address."

"Yes, Mom, thank you so much."

A small house with a yard that is not so spacious, but filled with a variety of flowers that are so well maintained. He looked at the house with a pushy look, his eyes were now beginning to dew.

"So this is Rahma's house? No, I don't want to live in a house like this. I don't want to, I have to do something in order to maintain my current position." Dea got out of the car and walked into the house.

TOK TOK TOK

Not long after, the door of the house opened. Rahma who opened the door looked surprised to see the arrival of Dea.

Looking at Dea who was looking at him with such a sharp gaze, Rahma also looked so nervous.

"Dea," said Ms. Rahma. However, Dea simply fell silent and remained staring at him blankly.

"Dea why are you? Why are you here at night? Dea it's been night air night not suitable for you."

"What do you care about me?" Rahma only fell silent and lowered her face.

"You want to let me just stand here, Ms Rahma?"

Rahma then raised her face. "I'm sorry Dea, I didn't mean to let you out like this. Let's go inside!"

With slow steps, Dea entered the house. He then looked at the entire house and then sat on an old sofa in the living room of the house with great force.

'I don't want to live in this house. Don't I usually live in a beautiful house? Don't I usually sit on a soft and luxurious sofa? I don't want to live in this small, shabby house. I can't, I can't live like this. I don't want to go back to my family, Dea's inner self while looking around the house.

"Dea, what's wrong with you?" call Ms. Rahma. Dea then turned her face to Rahma and looked back at her with a glare so sharp.

"No more pretending, Madam Rahma, I know who I really am."

DEGGG

Rahma's body now feels vibrating as if flowed by electricity, her heart was beating so fast. His heart felt so tight to hear the words of Dea, regret so enveloped his heart.

'Truly I guess, Dea must have known the truth, ' Rahma's inner self. He stared at Dea accompanied, drop by drop of tears that began to melt from the corner of his eyes.

"Dea" he said softly.

"Why should you cry, Rahma? Did you also shed those tears, when you sent me to that orphanage?"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean anything bad to you, son. Mama just wants what's best for you."

"That's a big deal, you're really selfish. You're doing all this for your own sake, aren't you?"

"Once again I'm sorry, mama just wants the best for you, son. Dea, don't you know the state of the economy of this family's highly mediocre economic situation? Mama just wants you to get the best care. If you live with me, my mom is afraid that she will never be able to provide the best treatment for you. Please understand, mama had to do all this."

"Basic hypocrite!"

"Please forgive mom, forgive me."

Rahma then sat down before Dea, holding her leg. "I'm sorry, son. Forgive me, mama."

Dea simply fell silent, and looked at Rahma blankly. "I'm sorry Mama Nak" Rahma said repeatedly. He kept staring at Rahma with a blank look accompanied by tears that began to drip down his face.

'I admit life in the parlour is much better than I had to live with my own biological mother, ' Dea inner.

"Please forgive mama Nak" said Rahma back. Dea then opened her lips. "I'll forgive you, but you have to help me, too."