I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

there is still love for Delia

Devan's guess is right.

This morning, journalists came to the main house as well as the Diamond's central building. Inquire about the truth of the arrest of Mrs commissioner Liliana and her secretary. In addition, the issue is increasingly soaring about the crimes committed by the two of them, killing Mr. Harison and mengandraga Madam Brianna.

A dense sky covered the city, no sunlight escaped even a little from the clouds. Surrounding an uproarious area with incredible news. Until all the print media, or broadcasting is busy preaching it.

Delia stared, hearing the many other reporters outside the main gate of the palace-like house.

In droves to find valid information. But all was silent, some police officers were inducted to provide security.

With his electric wheelchair, he carried a slow pace after pondering for quite a long time. He slapped the glass wall in his room while listening to the reporter who was delivering the news.

PIK.

The teenage girl looked down, with slightly watery eyes. He even ignored Zaeni's phone, his older brother.

Mamihy? Father ... I should have asked why the call seemed mismatched. Not to mention Mamih who forbade me to admit, that you are my mother.

Clear threads began to scatter. But quickly removed. He really wanted to meet his father and asked: If all that is false news.

Tok...

"I TOLD YOU... NO ONE CAN BOTHER ME....!!!" Delia threw the remote in her hand towards the door, just as it opened.

The newly entered world was shocked, but it could still hide with its flat gaze.

Forced to stay in, even though it was banned by two servants at the door.

"I'm coming, visiting you. My sister–"

Delia turned her face away, bringing the pace of her own wheelchair up to the balcony of the room.

The woman sighed, the face of the girl's father had already indicated that he was not in a good state. His steps slowly entered the room which was quite spacious, with dominating white and gold shades.

It gives an elegant impression in the room. Until it reaches the glass door lips.

The usually arrogant teenage girl was silent. He did not want to look at Kunia, but he could not throw her out either.

Kunia again walked up to him, then stood at the end of the balcony guardrail.

"It's cold in here, isn't it? I can see the view outside. More facing the park. Make betah–" Kuni tried to melt the atmosphere. He can position, what the first step he needs to take. Before approaching Delia.

The fair-skinned woman tried hard to be reasonable. Do not want to rush to discuss something, which may be interpreted wrong by the teenager next to him.

Delia was silent. Covered in his daydream, looking at the garden filled with Asoka flower plants in red and yellow. As well as some others as well, but more interesting attention is the flowers that accumulate a lot of it.

The world rewires the brain before starting the conversation, lest the effort be in vain when the girl does not speak at all.

"Emmm .. You know, I bought you something yesterday." Kunia showed me the big paper bag she had in her hand. "See this is the jacket I ordered specifically for you. You like to wear things from this brand, right?"

Delia did not look at him at all. It seemed that he was not interested in anything that the woman next to him would bring. Even if it is something fancy that he always wanted.

"He's not my brother." It was cold, it came out of her pretty lips.

"Who said you weren't his sister?"

"The truth that says it." The clear thread drips slowly. "So you better get out there, don't give anything to a child born to a couple who have destroyed Kak Devano's family."

The vibration felt by the girl, can also be felt by Kunia. Especially when his hands wipe slowly while turning his face.

Biting the tip of his lips, holding back the cry that was already eager to break right then and there.

The woman got rid of her paper bag. Carrying the wheelchair to face him who was crouching in front of Delia.

"Delia– did you ever think, if Devano loved you so much?"

"No, no one loves me more than Father and Brother Zaeni."

Kunia shook her head, she gently wiped the tears of the girl in front of her.

"You're wrong– the thing he's most worried about right now is your condition."

"Look– He hates my Dad and Mamih, it's obvious He hates me too." Delia's defense was almost broken. Her tears were getting wet on her cheeks. Kunia then slightly raised her body, kissing both cheeks of her sister-in-law.

"Devan said, that? He never really hated Mamih, only hated her actions. Same with Secretary Erik. While you. She showed her true love as a sister. He still thinks of you, his sister. It even obliges you to stay here, and allows Atala's name to be embedded behind your name."

"Hiks–" collapsed already, along with the outbreak of Delia's tears. He was as much as he could, where at that time Kunia also grabbed his body. Giving the impression of protection, that he is not alone .. all still give love for him.

"I'm ashamed .. I'm sad .. I'm afraid ... I ... I don't know what to do after this, Kak–" she wrote, on the sidelines sobbing Isak.

Kunia's hand patted gently on her back.

"While I'm disabled now .. I'm useless. I also want to meet Mamih, want to meet Dad too. I want to know their condition, want to see them, want to hug them. Please take me to see my Father and Mother, please, brother. I want to meet them."

"We're going there, but not now. It was full of reporters outside. I had a little trouble getting in. Now, calm yourself down .. I'll keep you company, all day."

"Hiks– thanks, Brother." Delia was still in Kunia's arms, until a while.

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Then they try to spend the day, even if they do nothing. Only many of Kunia spoke, reading out teenage novel books in the spacious bed of the teenage girl lying next to her.

After that the tired Delia started to close her eyes, her heart calmed down a little. Not as messy as this morning, with eyes still slightly damp and watery, the girl fell asleep.

The world closed the book, smiling. Then pull the blanket over his chest.

You're actually a good girl .. Unfortunately your fate. I promise, I'll be your best friend after this. Delia...

Kunia kissed her forehead gently, then also spread her body. Feeling tired because of lack of sleep last night, making it become sleepy anyway. He went into the same blanket, hugged Delia's body, patted Delia's hand gently on his own stomach while closing his eyes.