Mommy Dara's
PART 22
Adinda who continues to be looked at with a full gaze of inquiry since the lecturer left the room until now she walks in tandem in the campus corridor, he said, unable to avoid Calista's question still lodged in the girl's head and waiting for an answer from her.
He breathed his heavy breath. "What's wrong?"
Calista stopped her steps and pulled Adinda's arm to stop her best friend's move as well.
"So you really like Salman— Brother-in-law?"
Adinda breathed in the air around her, then looked at her best friend. Highlight the eyes that say yes to Calista's question.
"What's wrong?" The sister looked straight ahead. Again, the question was repeated. Wishing her feelings were right, even though she knew very well that this was wrong. Loving the man who became his own sister-in-law. But the feeling presented itself, he could not describe it either. Anxiety is always haunting because it can not meet the man, even now the pain in his heart once he felt when the word 'engagement' whistled in his ears. Throughout the learning even only that word seemed to echo, the voice of the lecturer's explanation was not a single thing stuck in his brain.
"Before the taste gets deeper, you better try to forget it. Perhaps the presence of Harun's mas is the answer." His sidekick gave advice.
Adinda just turned her face to face her friend without opening her voice.
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The Kaana Mansion.
The excitement of the heart still enveloped until he stepped on both feet in the Mansion even more when he saw the presence of the mother who seemed to wait for him.
"You're going home with Aaron, Dek?" ask Ms. Harti who is sitting in the living room while holding my granddaughter.
"With ma'am, Adinda went home with Ryan's sister." replied Adinda as she greeted the soft hands of the woman who had given birth to her and then changed to tingling her handsome cubbie cheeks.
"Loh, Aaron called Mom for permission to pick you up." Herbs. He hopes his daughter will now change her mind and will not refuse his wish for the youngest daughter to get married soon considering he knows his daughter likes the man.
"She was late Adinda open the message has been to the street" he replied lying because the truth is he deliberately avoided it. Before the mother opened her mouth again she immediately bid farewell to her room.
Ms. Harti looked at the princess' back with thoughts lodged in her head. He thought his daughter would be happy with Aaron's proposal, but what he saw was very different.
"What's wrong with that kid?"her inner.
Inside the room that was many times the size of his room in the city of S, but not with his heart that feels narrow and only contains the figure of Salman in it that somehow lived there until every corner of his step in the Mansion as if only the presence of that figure in the dream.
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While Adinda was still asleep in her dream in the other room where the little prince was resting, Salman was looking at the face of the son who was so deep in his sleep. He took the little baby from the box and held her. He looked closer at the face that looked more and more like him, yes of course he was his real father.
"I'm sorry... You'll hate me after this. It was this choice that I ended up choosing, I will go and get away from you. It felt like Daddy wanted to be selfish to take you away with me but Daddy realized I had no right to it. You should be happy with your whole family even without me."
Salman shifted his gaze to avoid the rate of tears that had accumulated in his eye sinks that would definitely escape with just one blink of an eye.
"Like the way I find my happiness in this Mansion with your Grand Pa, you will be happy with your uncle Gio, he'll be a good Daddy to you so you never remember your real dad."
"Is what I heard right, you're Gerald's real father? You're the man who planted the seed in my daughter's womb and left her unaccounted for?" Salman rotated his body and disappointed face Ms Harti with a clear liquid that split the old woman's cheeks was clearly visible in the middle of the door of Gerald's room which was wide open.
He returned the son back to the baby box and stepped toward Harti's mother who was still fluttering in her place.
"I'm sorry" he said with a face bowed deep. The guilt always haunts him.
"Mom thinks you're a good man. I even thought about giving my youngest daughter to you." There was a deep disappointment from the old voice.
"I'm sorry ma'am. Sorry!" the accumulated tears could no longer be contained and spread through his hard jaw.
"I know how many apologies I make will not bring back any grief that occurred because of my mistake. I really regret that stupidity. If you want to punish me for my mistakes, I will accept." With full confidence and regret Salman looked wistfully at the face of the woman who became the mother of his son's biological mother — The girl who was once present in his heart for the first time.
"Repent? But does Salman intend to take no responsibility?" Harti's chest feels so hot considering the past, a time that will always remind the departure of the husband, he said, and imagine how her daughter went through that time alone in this city in seeking accountability from the man before her. It felt like he wanted to pour out all his anger at that time by slapping, hitting whatever he wanted to do to be able to vent it. Staring at the man before him made the wound gape back. But he could not even raise his hand and not until the heart did so as soon as he saw the face of the little angel who was quiet.
While gripping the edge of the baby box made of teak wood he heard every word composed full of regret from the mouth of the man who had just declared himself as the biological father of his grandson.
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