I'm taking you off, Mas!

From the Same Uterus

"Thank you, Neng! May your life always be blessed with happiness" said the hawker.

"Thank you, Pa!" Syafa also continued to move into the Religious Court building.

The woman searches for the room where Afkar and Yara's trial takes place. Repeatedly tried to contact her husband but to no avail. Connected but not lifted. Syafa prefers to find out for himself the trial room itself.

"Mba Shafa ...." Call someone who just came out of a room.

Shafa immediately turned his head towards the source of the voice. Then walk closer to him.

Yara stood up while looking at the pregnant woman. So did Syafa. He looked at Yara with an unusual look. There is guilt and longing to be one. The two beads of Syafa's eyes glazed over looking at Yara who was standing not far in front of him.

"Faeqa ..." - Shaykh Syafa. The woman walked quickly towards Yara. Without saying much, Syafa immediately hugged Yara.

"Faeqa ...," Syafa said again.

Deg ....

The call made Yara look up. No one else called him that name. It's just her mom, that's all Yara knows.

From the end of the room came the sound of footsteps approaching them. An elderly man was seen walking hastily into the area of the Religious Court building.

Mr. Rio he is the one. He went straight to the location. When Shafa called him.

"Navigal ...." Call Mr. Rio when you see two women hugging each other in front of him.

Yara was astonished. What does Syafa mean? Why is that woman here? And why Pak Rio who Yara knew as the papa of Syafa was also there.

Yara releases Syafa's embrace on her. He stepped back one step, giving distance to Syafa.

"Suami Mba Syafa has left here we are officially divorced. So there is no need to fear that I will take Mas Afkar from the side of mba," said Yara misunderstood.

Syafa came there to meet Mas Afkar. But there's more important business than that.

"I'm sorry about Mas Afkar. But my coming here wasn't for that."

Mr. Rio directly approached Syafa and Yara. "Including Papa's arrival here. There is also an important thing that Papa wants to convey to the two of you," Mr. Rio suddenly came to speak.

"What is this really about? What do you want me to do?" Yara asked confusedly. "Me and Mas to be officially divorced you don't have to be afraid that I will take it" said Yara. The woman had just calmed down and sheathed her heart to this divorce.

Suddenly, Syafa offered Yara a red music box. "Is this yours?"

Yara narrowed her eyes when she saw that her thing was in Syafa's hands.

"Yes, this is mine! Why is there the same Mba Syafa?" he was a little surprised and felt strange.

"This thing is left in my house in the room where you once lived, Faeqa!"

"Where do you know my nickname? no one knew the call other than--” Yara's speech was cut off by Syafa who immediately continued his speech.

"Besides Mama Puspa. Puspa Almira Rajak" Syafa said.

"You know my mama?" yara asked as she turned to look at Mister Rio, the woman squinted at the old man who was by Syafa's side. Because Yara was suspicious that there was something they knew.

Shafa grabbed something in the paper bag he was carrying. Syafa also took out a white music box on the left that was similar to Yara's music box.

"We have the same music box. You know, our music box was given by the same person." Syafa turned the two music boxes over. Under each of the music boxes are the initials of the owner.

The red music box is initialed 'F' while the white music box is initialed 'A'.

Yara noticed Syafa's movements. The woman still did not believe Syafa's explanation.

"Do you understand what I mean, Faeqa?" insist Syafa.

Yara shook her head slowly she still did not understand what Syafa said.

"Please don't call the call lag, Mba! Only my mother can do it!" Hardik Yara's. He felt unacceptable because from earlier Syafa always called the title of favorite of his late mother.

"Because your mama is my mama too. We were born from the same womb!" Syafa does not want to lose.

Yara shook her head slowly. Then he turned to look at Bu Haryani who was beside him. The old lady who still looked beautiful did not say much from earlier. Just like Yara, the arrival of Syafa and Mister Rio was also surprising for her.

"This could happen, Mom! Many have the same music box as mine. So, don't get too involved in linking this coincidence, Mba!" Sanggah Yara's. He quickly took his music box from Syafa's hand. Yara tried to deny everything. His hand shook as he held the music box and suddenly it fell.

Yara slightly bowed to grab the thing lying on the floor. Making a white diamond necklace that he hid behind Yara's clothes hanging around his neck.

The sight was caught by Mr. Rio's bead of eyes.

"But Shafa's words are true, son!" continued Mr. Rio while approaching towards the distance then grabbed the necklace hanging on the neck of the woman.

Mr. Rio quickly approached who then looked for a necklace that had never been separated from his first daughter. He took the necklace out from behind Syafa's clothes. "Look! You noticed this necklace that Syafa was wearing!"

Yara also noticed that.

"You're equal to your necklace! Same, right?" Mr. Rio tried to convince Yara. "That's because papa made that necklace specifically for your mama and Syafa. You were not born then, son! And the necklace you're wearing now belongs to my wife, Puspa." After speaking Mr. Rio tried to approach Yara.

Hearing Mr. Rio's explanation, Yara grew more and more incredulous.

"You don't lie to me!" Yara Sentak.

"Papa doesn't lie, son!" refute Mr. Rio.

Bu Haryani stops the old man from approaching Yara.

"Do you have a more accurate witness to justify all of your recent remarks?" Bu Haryani tried to mediate.

"I don't think I need a witness. With all the evidence available, it should have made him sure, Mom!" Reply Mr. Rio.

"But I think it's too much for Yara, sir. Try to imagine. She has just divorced her husband and currently Yara also has to accept the fact that her honeymoon is her own sister. How ruined is this father feeling? You didn't think of that?" Bu Haryani embraces Yara.

Rio sir was silent. He doesn't know what else to explain.

Yara walked over to Pak Rio and Syafa. The woman has the courage to reveal everything she has felt so far.

"Why did you just acknowledge me as your daughter? Where have you been all this time?" Do you know how I suffered all this time? Did you know every year after my mom's departure I always expect your presence? I was waiting for you and hoping you would pick me up," Yara said firmly to Mr. Rio.

"Pope can explain everything to you, son!" Papa Rio's face looked sad and felt guilty towards Yara. So too with Shafa.

Yara pulled the corner of her lips. "I think it's too late to explain this at this point. My suffering is too much. You don't know what you're doing to fight for our lives, do you? You can live a luxurious life, everything you want is fulfilled.But me and mama have to fight even for where we live hitchhiking in the orphanage. Where I grew up, where I got love from other people. I was willing to refuse all requests to be a foster child because I hoped, the person called papa by mama. The man who was called a good husband to a Puspa came to pick me up. But the truth is 18 years of time I spent there. You ..." Yara stared intently at Rio. " You never came. And to me, a bad father and a bad father!" yara said cynically. It was an opportunity for Yara to reveal all her heart to Mister Rio.

Yara's words were able to tear Mr. Rio's heart. Everything Yara said was true. The body stuttered slightly looking for balance. Luckily Syafa was nearby.

"Mr ... Why?" Ask Syafa.

"Father it's okay, son. Everything Yara said was right," said Mister Rio while holding his chest that felt tight.

Every word that came from Yara's lips was like a sharp dagger that hurt Pak Rio's heart.

"Faeqa, enough! You don't know papa has suffered this long!' Syafa.

"I said don't call me that, mba. Only my mom allows me." Yara Sentak.

The front of the conference room became crowded due to their debate. "Her suffering has not been how much pain and suffering I have felt so far. I have too long to suffer and thirst for love. Not like you, mba. Whatever you want is immediately realized. Like marking Mas Afkar's only wife. My husband is my only husband right now. Mba Syafa's happy, right?" Yara asked as if to corner Syafa.

"I've repeatedly apologized to you, Ra. This time what should I do to make up for all the mistakes papa in the past and me?" Shafa finally opened his voice.

"Are you sure you want to do anything?" Yara asked with a sly smile.

"Yes whatever it is! As long as you accept me as your brother, you will also forgive all past events."

Yara smiled cynically, a remark from Syafa she would consider.

Syafa does not expect Yara's attitude to be different from the one he first knew.

That firm and boldness was what Syafa saw from Yara's current attitude.

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To Be continued.

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