
I was still standing looking at my sister's back that was starting to move away. I didn't expect it would all be like this. True said Zean, what kind of brother loves his own sister. I continued to grieve my folly, if I could hold back this stupid feeling, if he didn't need to know about this crazy feeling, if, if, what was in my head was just a wishful word.
I stared at the face of the man my sister loved, the bruises on her face started to turn blue, there was a blood stain on the corner of her lips that had dried up.
Maybe it all started with him, I was jealous to see their closeness. This morning after seeing the red marks on Indhi's neck I felt so sick, my mind was in a mess, I didn't dare to imagine what they had done. I trusted my sister but not the man standing in front of me.
When did this feeling begin to arise? I don't know, at first I thought I loved her so much because she was my sister. After I found out the truth about myself, other feelings began to grow in my heart, I no longer looked at her as my sister, I was happy to see her smile and I was hurt every time I saw her cry.
You will definitely think of me as crazy, every time my heart beats close to him and the desire to have him gets bigger.
For a year I could endure all these feelings, I loved her enough in silence, seeing her smile was a joy in my heart, being able to keep seeing her up close was more than enough for me then.
But everything is no longer the same when Zean begins to come into Indhi's life. His eyes sparkled every time he looked at the man, he was excited every time he talked about it and it made me feel overwhelmed. The feeling that was once neatly stored, is now starting to stick out in my heart. I started getting greedy and I started to expect more.
Actually today I took her away because I wanted to end this feeling before she started realizing it. And before that, I want to spend time with him, I want to go with him, not as a brother but as an adult man who loves him.
But it was too late, he already knew the truth. Then how should I deal with it later, can I behave as usual or will we become strangers after this?
***
" You're supposed to treat your wounds?" I bid to Zean who was still standing in front of me.
" It's okay." Answer Zean briefly.
" I'm sorry about that, I can't hold back my emotions." My love is full of regrets.
" I'm also sorry that I provoked emotion Ega's sister."
" You really love him?" I asked a little doubt.
" So big brother, so much to love him." Zean answered without hesitation.
Although hurt to hear his words, but I also feel relieved, because it means there are others who love Indhi wholeheartedly and will take care of him if someday I have to go.
" On the mark on his neck...."
" We didn't do it brother, it was my fault for not being able to hold back, but really we didn't do anything we shouldn't have done."
" I'll believe you."
" What about my sister, my sister loves him?"
" I love him more than my own life" I murmured in my heart.
" Sister will give up?"
" I don't want to lose my family. They're all I got."
" Thank you, brother, because we don't have to compete."
"Hm. All right then, I'll go first."
" Never hurt her or I'll take it from you." Threaten me while patting him on the shoulder.
I passed by leaving Zean still standing in his place. I breathed a sigh of relief, it felt like the huge rock that was squeezing my heart was gone, maybe it was the best for all of us, they knew my true feelings and now my job is to keep it from afar.
I got in my car and turned it on. I sat there pensively, my memory glaring about two years ago, if I had never met that woman, if I had believed my parents, if I had never done that DNA test, if I had never done that, maybe now it won't be like this, I will continue to be her big brother and our relationship will still be fine.
Two years ago, when I was a resident in my old home, I met a woman who was almost the same age as my mother.
At first I thought he was just going to get treatment, but I was wrong. He came to see me, pretending to be my patient and without me knowing it he started to influence me.
Almost every two weeks she comes in for a consultation, after which she will tell her about her long-lost son, she says she is eager to see his son.
Until one day my mother came to the hospital because my wallet was left at home, she witnessed my closeness to my mother and she said that I was her son, a long-lost son, the son who missed him so much.
I couldn't believe it, and then he showed me a picture of my childhood. I still couldn't believe it until he finally proposed for a DNA test and I stupidly took a sample of my dad's hair and did a DNA test.
My world was destroyed at that time, the test results showed that I was not the biological son of father and mother. When I wanted to ask you about this, my father suddenly died in an accident.
Looking at the mother who was so devastated, I undo my intentions, I do not want to add to the burden of mother's grief. From then on I decided to keep it a secret and close the old story of who I was and where I came from.
After my residency ended, I enrolled in the new hospital that is now my place of work. I don't want that woman to see me again. I'm just going to focus on my family now.
Until a year ago I accidentally found the wooden box and found the fact that if I had been left behind, I had been thrown away even I was someone who did not expect his presence. I regretted having had the thought of accepting my birth mother, but after reading this letter I promised myself that there was no other mother besides my mother, who had cared for and raised me.
There's one thing that's asked me to this day, from where he knows if I'm his son.
I hope he won't see me again and won't bother my family.
For me now family is not just because of blood ties. Although I am not a mother's biological child, it will not change the facts if I love her more than anything.
And for you my little girl, keep being the same, let me love you my way. 😢😢
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