Loving Prospective Sister-in-law

Reason Came

"We're fine with Dara if I stay here alone. What if that crazy guy comes back?" ask Ray to worry.

Dara's reddened eyes looked towards Ray and smiled.

"I'm fine he won't probably hurt me" Dara said.

"Not physically hurting but hurting" Ray said.

"You just go home it's not good that you're here. It's midnight and my status as a new citizen can be questioned."

Ray looked worriedly at Dara.

"Then I'll be here tomorrow. I hope you'll tell me everything honestly, so I can help you, ", Ray said with sympathy.

Dara pulled her lips to the side and nodded her head.

Before Ray came out, the door of the house began to be knocked by someone. Dara then looked towards Ray. His chest started to thump. Afraid that if Kris comes again maybe his defense will weaken.

Ray walked towards the door. Open that door wide.

"Eh, Auntie naha ka dieu?" ask Ray.

"Auntie saw the commotion outside so come here" Savitri said.

"The two were sad inside," Ray said in a half-whispering voice.

"Who came here?" ask Savitri.

"Dara's ex-boyfriend" explains Ray.

Savitri nodded his head. So Kris was Dara's ex-lover. Is this a coincidence or is there something the child is hiding. Think Savitri.

From the first time he saw Kris he already knew if it was a child who had been twenty years less met. Kris's stature and face were very similar to Kris's late father.

"Ray, you better go back to your house" Savitri said. Ray pulled his hair back and sighed. He could not break the orders of his Aunt Savitri the man who had raised him.

"Yes, already, Bi, I went home first," said Ray kissing Savitri's hand.

"Bejakeun ka lamun mother isukan aya ondangan ka imah Rita," Savitri's message.

"Yes Auntie" replied Ray. He said goodbye to Dara and left the house.

"Bi Savitri!" call Dara smile.

"What's Dara?" savitri asked as he sat on one of the single chairs made of carved wood.

"There's nothing" Dara answered, hiding her grief.

"You were seen fighting earlier" urged Savitri. Dara looked at Savitri asking in her heart whether this woman knew who the man was or not?

"She's just an ex-lover who's married to someone else" Dara replied.

Savitri raised both his eyebrows upwards. Be married? Is kris married? Should he be happy or sad to hear the news?

Dara grasped Savitri's expression closely. Trying to analyze and read Savitri's mood. The woman seemed to be sighing heavily meaning that something was stirring her mind. Savitri knew that Kris was his son.

"What's his name if I may know?" ask Savitri again.

"Krisna Pratama Danuraja," replied Dara casually. Savitri's paled face meant his feelings if it was his biological son right. Chris was big and successful.

"You know if the call is Kris" Dara said.

"We better be honest with each other. It'll feel better to talk."

"I'm Kris' birth mother" Savitri told Dara. Dara was just speechless not to see an expression of surprise or disbelief. Savitri knitted his eyebrows together so that the three wrinkles between them seemed real.

"Don't tell me if you know this?" guess Savitri.

"I'm sorry but I already knew from the beginning," replied Dara lowering her head.

"Oh my God" Savitri shut his mouth.

"Where do you know about this?" Dara lifted her face and smiled a sad smile.

"Kris and I used to live in one house and I saw your photo and address from inside Kris' closet nightstand" Dara replied.

"But that's the old address. I moved out of that house more than twenty years ago, to return home. Here is my hometown" replied Savitri.

"I tracked it down until I got here" replied Dara.

"For what?"

"In this world I only ever had Kris and I had no relatives because I was an orphan, so I looked for you because I wanted to be close to her in a different world," dara answered with well-setting eyes and a hoarse voice.

Savitri felt overwhelmed to hear her and moved her seat next to Dara and embraced the body. Getting warm treatment from Kris' mother made Dara touched and her heart warmed. Somehow she was crying in Savitri's arms.

Savitri gently caressed Dara's long, dark black mane. If you love her and she loves you why aren't you guys together?

"He doesn't love me" Dara replied sobbing.

"Then what relationship are you in?" savitri asked not to understand.

"Either friend may be but it goes deeper than that" said Dara.

Savitri took a breath in understanding Dara's intentions.

"If she doesn't have feelings for you why is she angry at you being with another man?" The woman raised Dara's face by holding her chin slowly.

"Whenever he's married to another woman" Dara explained.

"And you're disappointed that he chose another woman?" Dara shook her head.

"I left him so he could achieve his life goals.The purpose of life you want. Seeing her succeed and going to see you," Dara replied with a sigh.

Savitri's eyes spread. She did not expect that Kris still remembered her words. The crystal granules began to fall soaking his skin that began to wrinkle.

"Did he ever tell you that?" Dara nodded her head. Now it was Savitri's turn who hugged Dara tightly and cried. A mother's longing was also felt by her only child as proof of her love and Kris's late father.

Savitri who recently lost her husband feels guilty for separating her husband from her extended family. Her husband never said anything but there was sadness in his eyes when he saw his family breaking into the news on television. Perhaps an unspeakable longing.

The feeling grew even greater when she saw the anger of the Danuraja family hearing the news of her husband's death. The son they hoped would continue the business empire, instead preferring himself. Their sharp words made Savitri feel pity.

He separated a child from the parents who raised him. It is also possible that her husband also harbors a deep longing for his family and harbors the guilt of not being able to be a devoted child to both parents. Savitri finally gave Kris his only child to the family in order to replace her husband.

Kris' grandfather gave Savitri the condition that Kris be accepted back into the family a great condition that he had to do and that was to torture his own mind.