
“Loh why?” sela Faozan's.
“Color of being a good parent is not by having to obey every will of his child... Being a good parent is when we as parents are always there for their children.. Lead them to the right path.. Admonish & advise if they are wrong.. Forgive them if they are wrong and most importantly to devote love to them. teach them to be human beings who deserve it. not indulge with material or whatever it is.. teach them to live as simply as possible.. So that they understand it will be difficult to find money, so that they can be responsible and appreciate others.” said Dara.
“Nah denger tuh Zan your wife..he is really wise.” added the grandfather.
Faozan just nodded.
It just so happened to be Randy's sister Faozan Nongol.. Turns out Randy doesn't like his dad either.. But after being advised by his late grandfather he understood.
Now all of her relationships have improved..
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Around 8am local time.
Dara and Faozan were preparing to go to Mataram to take the father home.
That day Dara permission not to enter work because there is business.. Dr. Farez also accepted.
So that day it was Dara and Faozan who drove his father.
While on a trip Dara accidentally stopped by in a super market.. Bought some clothes for the little girl, which was none other than Faozan's sister from the other mother.
There are even some dolls.. Dara will indeed give some of it, because she also has to give clothes n dolls for Ella and Adel.
Dara wants to be fair to all of her.
After traveling for approximately 4 hours.. They arrived in Mataram.
Faozan stopped his car right in front of a simple house with a fence made of bamboo.
Shortly after the car stopped, a woman who was about 38 years old came out of the door of the house.
Followed by a little girl in her 6s.
The woman's gaze was fixed on a Lamborghini that is now parked beautifully in front of her house.
Which makes the woman wonder her husband who got out of the car.
With an unexpected look the woman walked over to the husband who was now out of the car.
Dara and Faozan were still in the car.
Dara is still taking the goods she will give to her sister Faozan.. The little girl was Faozan's sister.. Although they are different Mothers, their fathers are the same.. Which means Faozan and the little girl have the same blood flow.
After taking his stuff.. Dara began to come down.. And it made her stepmother Faozan growled.
That woman must have been very surprised.. Her husband came home with a beautiful young woman even with a car.
“Asalamualaikum.” Dara greeted the woman as she got out of her car.. Even with a sweet smile.
But the woman did not seem to like Dara.
“Waalaikum sallam.” sahut the woman with half forced.
“Who is this woman Sir?.” Ask her stepmother Faozan to her husband.
“My wife.” Faozan answered her question.
“Faozan.” Her stepmother Faozan said with a half mutter.. While looking at Faozan.
“Come we enter nak.” Take Faozan's father.
Half in doubt.. Faozan and Dara follow their father's steps into the house.
“Hy Deck.” Dara didn't go in right away but she stopped her steps while she was near the little girl.
The little girl smiled.
“Come brother in.” Take Ditta to Dara.. Even while grabbing Dara's hand and leading her in... Followed by her mother.
Then they sat together in the living room.
“Bikin drink Bu.” Decree of his Father Faozan.
That time his stepmother Faozan just according to him went straight back and made a drink.
10 Minutes later her stepmother Faozan had finished and brought a few glasses of warm tea.
“Let's have a drink.” said his stepmother Faozan... Sit with them.
“Faozan how are you son?.” asked his stepmother.
Tumben this time he was friendly.even a sweet smile.
“Alhamdulillah well Bi.” Yes that's Faozan.. She did not want to call the woman with Mother, but Auntie.if you remember even her mother's husband Faozan also only called uncle.
“You are not married ngundang ngundang sich.” Said her stepmother again.
“Color we married in Prabumulih Bu.” Dara answered.
“How far is it.” says her Stepmom again.
“Color me there.” replied Dara bluntly.
“Pak.. Whose sister is this?.” Ditta interrupted.
Because he really did not know Dara and Faozan.
“Ditta's.. This is your brother Ozan.. And this is sister Dara she is also your sister.” explained her father on Ditta.
“Assyik I have a sister.” Her words are girang.
“Then where have they been?.” asked Ditta.
“So I'm at sister's house.. When did Ditta play ya to sister's house.. There's grandfather there. There's Randy's sister. there's Ella too.. Adel and their Word must be happy to meet Ditta.” explained Dara.
The little girl named Ditta nodded happily.
“Oh yes.. Brother has something for Ditta.” said Dara.
Ditta also approached him.. Dara gives clothes and dolls to Ditta.
Of course it makes Ditta jump for joy.
“Thank you Dara.” said Her Mother Ditta.
“Why Mom should thank you.. Ditta is the son of my father-in-law.so like it or not reality can not be changed that Ditta & Faozan is a brother.” stressed Dara.. He deliberately suppressed the brother's word.. In order for her mother Ditta to realize she should not distinguish between Faozan and Ditta.. Because they are brothers.
“Yes you are absolutely right.. In their bodies they flow the same blood.. All this time I was too bad.. I married their father but could not accept his son.. Sorry I'm Faozan.” Her stepmother felt guilty all this time often behaved less appropriately to Faozan.
“Forget all that Aunty.” Faozan said
“Don't my own father's Auntie not even care about me so it's natural.. The important thing is now that everything has improved.” continued Faozan again.
“Iya that's why I want to apologize to you.” said his stepmother Faozan again.
“Ozan already sorry in kok Bu.” replied Dara.
Faozan just nodded.
That's so.. After a long time the end slowly land relationship that had been cut off so far improved.
It should have been so.. Family is like any family they are.. They are still our family... So cherish your family while they are still there, for if they no longer exist in this world then only emptiness will we feel... Family is the most precious treasure in everyone's life.