Me and my 4 Sisters

Stories of the past

Raka and Raisa are the same as each other's life stories..

Raka recounts their miserable childhood when father and mother did not have enough money for the treatment of a sick Raisa in childhood.

Raka told me what she remembered, she tried to string together all the memories of childhood in this house.

His three sisters were very kind and loved him.

" Sister, I used to get sick" asked Raisa.

" yes, you used to be sick often, pity mom and dad always confused to buy medicine, sometimes mom has to ask for help from the caretaker." answered Raka.

" how can it be so, brother, if Raka's own brother how, often sick too or not, we're the same not loved, if only I'm often sick."

" yes, not so the concept is leaked." said Raka while rubbing Raisa's head.

" you were born to a young woman who is not old enough Rai, you don't know who she is, but mom brought him here and mom helped your baby after that brother does not remember where the woman went, ouchh.then brother was a child, his face was forgotten, brother forgot, maybe Andre's brother who remembers , brother andre was in 4th or 5th grade at that time, yes Andre and brother Raihan may still remember all." said Raka while rubbing her head to remember everything.

" hold on brother !!!??"

" yes sister does not know, mother must know everything.you ask the mother "

" i'm afraid sister, if I ask mom, I must be sad if I don't love mom" said Raisa while looking down.

" don't you know, mom's a very nice person, when I was your age I asked about my past, mom told me everything...mothers and fathers sincerely care for and love us they also do not cover up our past and the relationship between us..try to ask Rai's mother." replied Raka while staring tightly at the eyes as big as Raisa.

" Rai, even if we weren't raised under one roof and one family, maybe I'd love you more than my sister, but I can't , my love can't be more than a brother to his sister, whether I feel like there is another bond that connects us.but let it remain a secret of God , someday Allah will give way for us to be able to open all his secrets." said Raka in his heart.

" sister, so now sister already knows who the real sister family is.

Raisa's sister's biological family." asked Raisa.

" ahem.." answered Raka briefly.

" tell me dong kak, Raisa wants to know who the family sister is actually "whimpering Raisa.

" ok ok ok, listen yes, no questions and re-broadcasts , this is according to the story of mother and I strongly believe in mother.Denger !!! " snapping Raka then sat down in front of Raisa and started telling her about herself.

🌹 flashback on🌹

when it was raining heavily, a man selling gado gado shelter in a large gate a large luxury ruman .

Mr. Grace, sit while wiping the sweat mixed with rain water.

Mr. Grace is an ordinary man who is very good, has been almost 20 years of marriage but not also given a child.

But Rahmat sir did not make a bad thought to Alloh . until one day they received a gift in the form of a very funny boy, Andre and Raihan who became a new light in his household. even though they are not real children but children from orphanages.

kreKKkkk...

as Rahmat was sitting while a little daydreaming waiting for the rain to subside, the gate arrived at the open and there was a commotion and shouting from inside the house..

" ma ma ma ma .. give me back my son ma ma , he's my flesh and blood ma I beg you ma..." shouted a beautiful young woman while crying and seemed to be held by a middle-aged man..

But the middle-aged woman carrying the baby kept walking while carrying a large black umbrella and the baby in her cradle.

The middle-aged woman was named Tama's mother the wife of wealthy businessman Wisnutama.

" sir, may I ask you a favor, I know you're a good man, I'll leave my grandson, sir, here's my phone number and some gold jewelry for my grandson's purposes.." said Ms. Tama gave the umbrella and the baby to Mr. Rahmat.

mr. Grace did not answer what only received the baby and the umbrella because it was still in shock and did not know what to answer.

then Tama went inside the gate, and smilingly looked at Rahmat while nodding.

after the rain subsided, then sir Mercy brought the baby home and how surprised miss Siti..

" why yes sir, that lady to her own grandson, for that father who was there you father of good people, just try if it's a bad person or I don't know..." said Ms. Siti while holding the baby in her cradle.

" mom, don't say that, cocky is the name, yes it is the lusty will of Alloh bu, the baby becomes our fortune, we have to take good care and raise it..o yes, there are jewelry and phone numbers for us to contact him, but let us save it first if this baby is old let him find his own biological parents.." said Mr. Rahmat.

" yes no sir, they must love this child, yes we call now so that when they miss being able to come here, it is his right sir, we just follow what Allah wills, they just leave it instead of giving it." replied Ms. Siti.

" it's up to mom, o yes, Andre as Raihan has slept." asked Rahmat sir.

" it is" replied Ms. Siti.

🌹 flashback off🌹

"That's how Rai is, the presence of a brother in this family." said Raka while grunting and leaning her head on the back of the chair.

" so sister had met them" asked Raisa.

" just grandma, my grandmother used to come here a lot, and every time I asked my mother, my grandmother always cried..

I don't know what happened." answered Raka.

they also dissolve in their respective grief to the extent that they do not realize Andre and Raihan have come and knock the door from earlier no one opened..

Tok tok...

ceklekkkkkot...

" sorry sister, Raisa did not hear me and Raka's sister talking in the back room." said Raisa while kissing the hands of Andre and Raihan.

" o.. Raka has gone home "ask Raihan .

Raisa just nodded.

" dad's gone home Rai" asked Andre.

" not yet brother "

And from the yard looks father carrying a gado wagon while Reno hugged his mother behind his father.

" well that, they all go home." said Raisa girang then ran to greet her mother and father.

I don't know after hearing the story from Raka, Raisa loved her mother more and more.

they also helped and helped their father .