Lara's Frame

Bitter Reality

I tried to run as far as possible to avoid this harsh reality. However, fate stopped my footsteps. Fate told me to remain silent and try to face and accept this harsh reality.

Silent!

My mother still hasn't answered my question. Mama bowed. His eyes sparkled and did not dare to look at my bead.

"Ma..," call me soft.

Mama looked at me, "Sorry mom, baby." Mom's tears spilled through her cheeks.

Aye? Why is mom apologizing? Why is mom crying?

"Ma... why?" I stared gently at my mama's bead. It seems like my guess is right, there's something my mom's been hiding from me all along.

Is it possible that Mama Kesya is not my real mother?

"Actually.you...." Mama stopped the conversation, took a deep breath. I could feel the heavy breathing my mother was doing. "You're not mom and dad's son."

The deg!

I swallowed my saliva rough. Mom's statement almost knocked me unconscious. It was as if I had just been thrown into a lion's den, and swallowed by lions. Without realizing it, my tears flowed so hard.

Why can I not be Mama Kesya's biological child? So all this time, I've been loving people who aren't even my real parents? Why can this reality be so bitter?

I'm really helpless again. I feel like leaving this world. It's no use if I live like this.

Nyut...!

My head feels pulsating. Even the throbbing this time was more painful than the one in the hospital at that time. My head was like it was hit by a two-ton object. I'm really not strong enough to deal with my throbbing head that hurts like this.

Is this a sign that I am leaving this world?

I groan in pain. Hit my head. Mama screamed hysterically and picked up the phone to call Papa and called Mr. Supri to pull out the car, taking me to the hospital.

--oOo----

I was shoved using a wheeled bed, taken to the ICU room. Along the corridor of the hospital, mom and dad braced themselves. They prayed and said, "God healed Kayla." Those words I often heard from the mouths of my step parents.

God, why would I get a step-parent as good as them? What kind of life is there with my past?

I hope in prayer, may God answer all the questions in my life.

"Pa, ma'am, please wait outside" said the nurse as I was about to be taken inside the ICU.

"Hiks ... Sus, hiks ... please save, hiks .... my daughter," said the mother accompanied by her date.

"Ma, Kayla engga pa-pa, 'cock." I tried to comfort my mom. Many of my tears have been shed. Her wet clothes were filled with her tears and cold sweat.

Oh, my God, even if she's not my real mother, but she's so nice to me. Is it possible, the Ferrour family is a blessing that I have received? Maybe in my old life, I was never happy? I believe God will give us more than we want, as long as we remain faithful and trust in Him.

"Kayla, don't stay with papa and mama. We love you, hiks ...." Papa was crying too. This time I saw them both crying in front of me.

I threw smiles at my mom and dad so they wouldn't have to worry about my situation. The nurse took me straight into the ICU. Before long, Doctor Fanny came and checked me out. I could still see through the glass, my mom and dad still crying hysterically outside.

I feel guilty for what I said earlier. The words that ask God to call me and leave this world. I thought, if I leave here, maybe happiness can't be felt by papa and mama anymore.

God, please don't call me. I still love both my parents. Even though they are not my two real parents.

--oOo----

Oh my God, am I safe? Or is this in heaven?

I looked around me, making sure it was still in the hospital. Praise God, I'm still in the hospital, not in heaven. Mama, papa's entering the ICU. But, there were two strangers following them from behind.

Who're they?

Wait, not two strangers, but one. Apparently, one more person is no stranger to me. I tried to remember who the middle-aged woman was.

"Wait, Sam. It's mommy. Why are you like this?"

It was clear that dialogue was on my mind this afternoon. She's the woman who claims to be my real mother. Is it possible right?

"Maikita...." The middle-aged woman immediately hugged me who was still asleep on the bed.

Calmly, I try to remember my past. Little by little, the memory began to accumulate. The pieces will turn into a complete puzzle.

"Why can you be here?" I held her shoulder, to tell her to take her hug off me.

"I followed you from the restaurant."

"Samatha, it's dad" said the middle-aged man standing next to papa Kevin.

Daddy's? Mammy? The bitter reality what else should I accept?

"Look, go home, son. Come back to us" continued the man who claimed to be my father.

I looked at Papa Kevin and Mama Kesya who were sad in their faces, but they tried to cover up the sadness.

"If you want to go home, go home, baby." Mom's tone is different. Mama looks so heavy letting go of me. I don't want to leave the people I love and love.

"No! I will not leave my mother and father" I said, rejecting all their calls or orders.

"If you haven't been able to, mom and dad understand. We won't make you anymore" said the woman, stroking my head. "If you want to stay with us again, tell us yes, son."

I nodded, "Oh yes, my name is Kayla not Samatha" I said flatly to them. I still haven't found the name 'Samatha' in the memory of my head that is still missing a few pieces.

No one answered my words with words. They all answered with a smile.

"Ma, Pa, Kayla wants to go home" I looked at my mom and dad who were standing behind the woman who claimed to be my real mother. "Well, Doctor Fanny?" my bead of eyes stared at Doctor Fanny who was still inside this room.

"May you, Kayla," he answered, smiling. A smile that was so similar to Nacha. I remembered Nacha about coming home from school.

"Tan, Nacha's home by the way?" I asked to make sure that Nacha had come home.

"No idea, Kay. Aunt here. Aye? You guys usually go home the same, right?" ask Doctor Fanny.

Yeah, well, Nacha and I always go home together. However, I've been leaving Nacha for a week on my own, and I'm coming home with Defa.

"So Nacha didn't see it, Tan."

"Maybe, he's in a hurry, Kay."

Oh, aye. Maybe Nacha was in a hurry. That's why he didn't get to me. Nacha is a super person who cares about lessons. He often spends his time on private tutoring