I'm Not a Wingless Angel

VERACITY

POV Author

The stare between Dimas and Mama Radit lasted quite a long time,

" Ol right, if all you want is for me to go with oma, I'll come."

instantly Dimas' sharp gaze moved on Iza. He also looks shocked by Iza's words. The woman Iza called the oma, looked at her with a triumphant smile.

" Yes dear... Oma misses you so much, you're the only one you need."

" It's just me, only me. Azi would never want to come with anyone if mom wasn't next to her."

the woman frowned looking at Iza.

" Why don't you convince your sister first, oma and your father miss you both so much."

the woman still insists on asking Iza and Azi to stay with her.

" It's just me, or nothing."

Iza said firmly.

" okay.. Ok.. All right, baby."

eventually the woman gave up. Iza turned her body to Di and Dimas who were still staring at her.

" Mom.. Papa's.. Let Iza stay with oma and dad."

In just a silent look at his eldest son, his life immediately seemed to be uprooted from the body.

" liza!"

Dimas looked at Iza with great anger.

" Pope... Iza please, allow Iza."

Dimas shook his head in disbelief, while Di was still glued to Iza.

" Iza, don't play with our feelings, not to mention your mama. It's a serious matter!"

Iza remained calm staring at Dimas and Di alternately, even though Dimas had already snapped at him.

" Iza is also serious papa.. Mama, Iza can't take revenge, can she?"

tears At once flowed, hearing his daughter question the thing he had repeatedly taught her all along, Di nodded.

" That goes for oma and dad too right ma?"

Di lowered his head, letting his tears down profusely soaked his cheeks. Dimas brought his body closer to Di and grabbed Di's shoulder.

" Yes brother. It happens to anyone."

answer Di confirmed.

" Whether people treat you, never hold a grudge."

Di and Iza mentioned the sentence together.

Iza has been facing the woman who calls herself "oma" since she first met Iza.

" oom.. Iza's going with oma and dad, but not today."

the woman frowned looking at Iza.

" Iza wants to say goodbye first to the sisters, grandmothers and oma who have been giving Iza love. Iza will be coming tomorrow."

the woman smiled back at Iza, then nodded allowing.

" Ok, tomorrow you call oma ya."

" It must be oma, thank you."

the woman looked at Di who was still crying as he could on Dimas' shoulder, a triumphant smile emanating on his face.

" All right, I'll go first."

the old woman turned around, about to leave Dimas, Di and Iza.

" A little bit of oma."

the woman stopped her movements and turned back to face Iza

" Iza won't bring anything from dad Dimas' house, except school supplies, is that okay?"

Dimas, Di and the old woman frowned looking at Iza.

" You mean?"

" All the clothes, all the jewelry and everything you've given me for Iza, Iza will give me back."

" liza!"

Dimas was disappointed to hear the statement coming out of Iza's mouth.

" Iza will only carry the body and clothes attached to the body only. Think of Iza as the newborn baby of the father, and it's the father's responsibility to meet all Iza's needs."

Iza ignored Dimas's clasping of him.

" Including stores that papa has made on behalf of Iza. Iza won't ask for it, Iza ask for all the stores in Iza's name behind the names on behalf of the twins or Zya alone."

" Why is that like that, son?"

the woman stared intently at Iza, suppressing her feelings of disappointment.

" If your father has given it, there is no harm in you bringing with you everything he has given you. It's a gift, and it's yours."

he convinced Iza

" Iza and Azi are paternal children, Iza and Azi should have gotten our rights from dad, not from papa."

Dimas changed his expression, instantly he felt that his daughter was getting smarter. Dimas already knows what Iza means, but Di hasn't.

" Right, what your father has is right for both of you. Since your father only has you, so do the two of you. What you have belongs to your father, because he's your father."

" But we have nothing without papa Dimas oma. All belong to papa Dimas, we won't ask or take it because we're father's children. Even though Papa Dimas gave it to us."

" You koq so make it harder so hell son.."

" Not complicate the oma, Iza just does not want to take what is not Iza's right. Iza doesn't understand the shop anyway, does she?"

" It could be your father who ran it and taught you how to manage it."

" no. Iza came with nothing, or nothing."

back to decisiveness On was shown Iza in front of the old woman.

" It's up to you. Oma doesn't want to argue. That's your treasure, your right, just as you would give it to someone else."

" The other person was the actual owner of the oma.. Oma need the presence of Iza and Azi or our shops?"

" You guys are a bunch, you guys and what you have. Belonging to your father is yours, and vice versa."

Then Iza turned her body to Dimas.

" Papa.. Can Iza ask for all the shops you made in Iza's name?"

Dimas looked at Iza calmly.

" What's son for?"

" Oma and my father need it, not me. May I ask the store for them, I promise I won't ask for anything from papa."

" Yourza!!"

the woman screamed, feeling herself being played with.

" Mama never gave a condition when taking us away from the lives of father and oma, right oma?

the woman glared at Iza.

" Mama never asked my dad to support us all this time, did she?"

" Iza also never saw Papa Dimas give conditions for the affection he gave us, even though we are not her biological children."

" Why is it now that oma came asking us on condition?"

" You have shown that you are really the daughter of a Dirgana Putri! I'm sick of seeing you!"

" Since only Dirgana Putri accompanied me to sleep all this time, looking for a fee for the continuity of my education, giving her a hug when I was sick, I was Dirgana Putri oma."

At once he raised his head, then looked at Dimas who was smiling cynically looking at the old woman before them.

" It was only after Junior High that Dimas Arya influenced me with his affection. I saw firsthand how Dirgana Putri asked Dimas Arya to love the son of the man who hurt her, the grandson of the woman who took away the happiness of a Dimas Arya. My mother begged for that affection and Dimas Arya gave it unconditionally."

" It was Dimas Arya who saved me many times from my stupidity, which should have been done by Radit Arya. I just don't care who my real father is, because for me only Dimas Arya is what I deserve to call papa."

" Shut up, you brash!!"

the woman's hand floated in the air, taking a swipe to slap Iza. Dimas was just about to come forward to hold the hand so as not to land on his daughter's cheek, but too late. Iza did it first.

" I'm Dirgana Putri's son, you forgot that? I won't let anyone hurt me."

Iza glared at the woman.

" I'm also the son of Dimas Arya, I'll give more pain to the person who dares to hurt me."

the woman suddenly grimaced, Iza pressed her old hand very hard and it hurt her.

" Let go of my fucking hands!"

Iza threw her hand to the side

" There's Radit Arya's blood in my body, that's why I deserve your word!"

" Today you have made me angry, little boy. You'll see what I do to you."

the woman looked at Iza with great anger,

" I'm ready oma.. Even if I have to die later, at least God has reduced one descendant of the devil on earth. I'm not afraid of oma."

Iza challenged the woman with her not less big bully. The woman immediately retreated leaving Iza with Dimas and Di who were still looking at her with great anger.

" Who taught you to talk like that, little girl!"

At the beginning of opening the sound, tears flowed back down her cheeks. He thought he would lose one of his love, but it turns out that his daughter still chooses to be around him.