I'm taking you off, Mas!

I'll Keep Fighting

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Dhiya and Yara arrive at the orphanage they are headed to. Uncle Yono did not have time to stop by there. Because the arrival has been awaited by rice sellers in the market. So he just left a greeting for Ms. Lydia, the owner of the orphanage.

Dhiya smiled as she walked towards the orphanage. Yara was silent for a moment, circulating her gaze around the parlour. Long time no visit to that place, a lot of changes there. There are two new rooms and several play facilities for children in the park.

As soon as Yara immediately searched for something around the garden, her face developed a smile as she saw the two trees that had always been guarded from long ago still standing upright on the ground.

Mangosteen tree and mango tree.The two trees have many memories for Yara. The tree he planted was a mango tree. Because Yara is very doyan once with mango fruit both raw and ripe mangoes. While the mangosteen tree is the favorite fruit of brother Yara that he has never met. Both trees were planted with her late mother when Yara was 5 years old.

'Well, Yara kangen same mom. Yara is also eager to meet Brother Aileen and papa. Even a Yara this big has never met them.'

Inner Yara while smiling painfully recalled the memories with her mother who had passed so long ago.

Puspa Almira Rajak is Yara's biological mother. But many people in this village called him Mira. Her late mother Yara accidentally changed her nickname to her true self. Even the name embedded behind the name Yara was rarely known because Mama Mira did not want her existence known to someone.

"Dhiya ..," call someone. He just came out of the hall room on the left side of the building. Yara also woke up from her daydream.

Dhiya's face was so happy when she saw the old woman.

"Grandmother ...," Dhiya replied as she sprinted towards him.

They both walked towards each other.

Yara smiled warmly at the woman she already considered her own mother. Mama Mira died at the age of 7. Yara's babysitting turned to Miss Lydia. The girl lived with another orphanage child who was there. In the past, Ms. Lydia thought her father Yara would pick up the girl because as long as Mira hid she never forgot to monitor the situation of her eldest daughter who lives with her beloved husband in another city. Even every year Mira still sends gifts

Ms. Lydia immediately crouched down to welcome Dhiya who was getting closer to her. The 4-year-old little girl looks very cute with her hair in two pigtails.

"How are you, Dhiya?" Bu Lydia asked when Dhiya was caught by him.

"Good, Grandma!" dhiya replied as she reached out her tiny hand to greet the old woman. Ms. Lydia felt happy and also anxious to Dhiya. After that he cheeks puffed up Dhiya repeatedly.

"Grandma, Geyi!" dhiya replied because she felt an urge by the attack of Lady Lydia who kissed her. Then Miss Lydia pinched Dhiya's puffy nose.

Lady Lydia stood up as she saw Yara in front of them.

"You healthy, Ra?" Said Miss Lydia while clutching the young lady's body in her arms.

"Alhamdulillah, ma'am," replied Yara trying to smile to cover her sadness. But baby, Miss Lydia can't be lied to. He knew that Yara was not okay at the moment. Miss Lydia looked behind Yara. "Afkar didn't come, did he refuse to take you?" Ask Bu Lydia again and get a slow nod from Yara.

"Dede Dhiya ..." call a daughter from inside the hall.

Some of the children inside there waved at the little girl.

"Mrs ... Granny ... Let's go to cana!" Dhiya pointed at the hall where the orphanage children were currently in while tugging at Yara's clothes. They were playing in the new room. The building was not long finished.

"Well, yeah, baby!" reply Yara

Ms. Lydia saw that Ms. Weni had just come out of the kitchen door while carrying food in the tray she was carrying. It is certain that the old woman who is five years different from him has just cooked a snack in the morning before a big breakfast for the children of the home.

"Wen, here!" call Miss Lydia to the woman. The childless widow had been living together in the orphanage since the death of Mama Mira. He's been helping Miss Lydia all along.

"What, Mom?" Ask the woman to Miss Lydia.

"You're going to the hall, aren't you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Bu Weni nodded slowly. Then invite Dhiya to come with him.

"Bareng same mother yuk, go there!" Take Bu Weni to Dhiya while grabbing the little girl's fingers

Dhiya looks very happy while the small jumping road led by Bu Weni.

Yara and Miss Lydia smiled at Dhiya's cheer.

"We're sitting there!" Take Miss Lydia and point at the small gazebo near the two trees that Yara was looking for.

They both walked into the gazebo.

"How is Afkar?" Miss Lydia started the chat.

"Mas Afkar is healthy, Mom!" answer Yara briefly.

"Why didn't he come here?" Ask Ms. Lydia. He did not know the condition of Afkar who experienced memory loss. He only knew that Afkar was back.

Yara took a slow breath. Slowly he told Ms. Lydia everything, nothing was passed. Everything he experienced before and when he arrived at his mother-in-law's house was told.

"Oh my God, son. Is that really all?" Ask Bu Lydia and get a slow nod from Yara.

"Why doesn't your father-in-law understand your feelings at all? What have you been lacking all this time?" Ms. Lydia shook her head, astonished at Bu Nuri's attitude that had never changed for Yara.

"Because I'm not perfect like Mba Shafa, Mom! She comes from a family, and is also beautiful. Who am I compared to him." Yara lowered herself. Then down. The tears that he had been enduring had finally spilled. Like that, Yara, did not dare to show her true self. Before Yara married Afkar, she was a girl full of surprises. But since marrying Afkar, the development of Yara seems to stop. For Yara chose to obey all her husband's wishes. Being a wife and mother to her child. Just stay and wait for my husband to come home to work. Though many hidden talents that Yara had at that time. He had to sacrifice everything for the family.

Miss Lydia pulled Yara in her arms."Cry if it makes you feel relieved. If you go back to your in-laws. Be firm with that woman. Don't always be weak, Ra." Ms. Lydia stroked Yara's shoulder gently, giving peace to the young woman she already considered to be her own child.

"I can't stand it if I have to look at their affection every time together, Mom. Mas Afkar is now very different from the old Mas Afkar. I don't know if I'm going back there or not" Yara said in her arms.

Miss Lydia frowned hearing Yara's words.

"You're going to give up? You sure?" Ask Miss Lydia while stretching her arms from Yara.

The young lady of the one child, nodded slowly. Afkar's remarks last night with Syafa still ring in Yara's ears. If there is currently only Shafa in Afkar's heart and mind, there is nothing else. Yara felt more and more useless there.

"Think first, all right. You must not be weak and give up easily. There is a Dhiya thing here. Don't despair just because Afkar doesn't remember you. The memories you have are more than that woman. A rock that is as hard as it can be destroyed if a drop of water continues to fall on the stone impeccably. You should have learned from that. Afkar doesn't remember you at the moment, but if you continue to be by his side. Slowly the memory must return, provided you must be patient and strong to live it." Miss Lydia gave Yara advice.

Hearing that, Yara fell silent. That word is true.

"I'll keep fighting for Dhiya, Mom!" chirps Yara.

Madam Linda smiled hearing that. He was glad that Yara's spirit had returned.

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Same rich Yara, semalem author made rebul the same boy.

it should have been last night up but the writing that was ready to publish was lost suddenly because the author hape in Atik's brain was the same as the leak, where the time was fixed, it was yesterday.