My best friend my husband

Chaptre 105. The Past of Dara

Next day

We ate the food I brought. At first I just wanted to see them enjoying the food, but I also felt hungry when I saw Dara so greedily eating the food.

Mother Fisya also told me about Adnan's childhood when Dara was in Chaca's room to do homework from her sister's school.

"Mom want to know, how the same attitude Adnan you? Is he a ceplas ceplos or a circus?" ask mommy.

I shook my head slowly while looking at the middle-aged woman who had given birth to Dara for me.

"Why, mom? Um, Dara was like that?" askaku.

"Yes, Dara used to be very sarcastic or talk to facts. Without knowing the person is hurt by his words or not," replied the mother.

'Dara? . ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ , 'my inner.

(Geulaeseo Dara - eun geulaessseubnikka? Naneun geuui deoleoun eolgul - eul cheoeum mannass - eul ttaeleul gieoghanda. Naneun geuga nae oemowa maelyeog-e nun-i meol-eossda go saeng-gaghaessda.)

(So, Dara used to be like that? I remember the first time I met her ugly face. I thought he was blind with my good looks and charm.)

"Yes, mom. It was the first time I met Dara. He's very jutek, especially the effect is not polite," I said.

Mother Fisya shifted her seat towards me.

"How did you first meet? Dara never told me."

"So, gini ma'am. At that time Azlan accidentally splashed water into Dara's clothes . Azlan also did not know Dara at that time, yes Azlan stopped the car in front of him continue to say sorry even given scolding with him."

Mother Fisya laughed softly while I scratched my non-itchy head. I will love Dara more than I love myself.

"Yes, Azlan. Dara changed when her brother died. At first he dropped really, rarely ate and he nanya 'then there already eat or again why, ma'am?' I was crying, not knowing what to answer. Dara used to be so innocent instantly gone."

I touched the back of that slightly wrinkled woman's hand. Kissing the back of his hand hikmad.

"Mother what mom said it's all changed. Dara used to be rude and determined, but now she's changed, ma'am. Thanks to him too, Azlan was changing even more. She's the woman Azlan's been looking for. Not because of his physique, but his heart was truly sincere to give his heart to Azlan himself. Azlan was very grateful to Mother for giving birth to Dara for Azlan's wife and also raising her so that Azlan could have her with all his heart" I said.

His smile was etched very clearly on his lips, his fingers stroking the surface of my facial skin gently.

"Yes, kid. Mommy also thanks you for accepting the lack of Dara-sons mother. You're willing to sacrifice to get her heart."

"Mother, this is also the sustenance you deserve. This is also a sign of Azlan's devotion to parents even though the mother is not giving birth, raising and once the mother also did not know Azlan. But this is the service of a child. Although it's not completely, but this is the way Azlan can reveal to you," I reply.

"Papa Azlan never told Dara 'keep papa's son, yeah. Love her as Dara loves you' or 'keep your son with mama, yes she's our favorite child.' But my father told me to take care of his son-in-law because he was willing to sacrifice leaving his family for the sake of the husband. He was willing to give up his free time for the sake of the husband and he was willing to do homework to see the exhausted husband's face pay off when he saw their house clean."

"But, not on the basis of doing housework, Azlan marries Dara. But to complete the shortcomings of Azlan. Azlan was very easily emotional, but Dara was quite the opposite. He was angry with silence and speechless. Azlan did a lot of things between the two of us, that's where Azlan knew Dara was a woman who deserved Dara" I said.

While Mother Fisya had tears to hear my heart. He wiped his tears with his thumb.

"The two used to include tomboyish women. But, he rarely went out at night and rarely wandered. His sister was so stern that she was so afraid of the deceased. Until now, Dara has changed from what it used to be. Mommy is proud to get a daughter-in-law who can melt her heart" explained Mother Fisya while touching my shoulder gently.

"Thanks to Dara too, Azlan was getting active in work and always wanted to go home. Because it was so longing for her to linger beside him."

We laughed after the last conversation. Mother Fisya also told how the life of Dara who was once very jolly, immediately vanished just like that.

He was more silent, but fortunately the value during his school did not decline too drastically.

Dara spends more time reading romance novels, action and sad ending. Unfortunately, the novels had been burned by the mother because it piled up and made her room filled with novels owned by Dara

Apparently, the woman used to be diligent in reading and nerdy. Although he read not about school lessons, but novels also save knowledge except the genre that Dara likes.

Unlike me who prefers novels or heavy genre stories. A challenge for me especially with foreign languages.

'Ye, geu yeojaneun nae insaeng - eul bakkugo gwageoleul ijge mandeul - eossseubnida. Tha su -iss - eoseo maeu gippeubnida. Geuleona gasiwa nalkaloun mulgeon - eun uli yeojyeong - ui fashionun dangyee hangsang jonjaehaessseubnida. Ppeosppeoshan yeojawa hamkkeissneun Dara, eoliseog-eun geos gat-eun Dara, ajig nawa hamkke tokkileul bukkeuleowohaneun Dara, geuui haengdong ttaemun-e naleul use mandeuneun Dara, geuui agi eolgul-eul bolyeogo nun-eul kkaeuneun Dara. Eonniwa eommaleul dolbwa jul. Geuwa geuui ileum-eul nae ma-eum-e daesin hal su-issneun daleun yeojaneun eobs-seubnida. Geulaedo naneun haengboghago maeu haengboghamyeo imi haengboghabnida, my inner self as mother moves to the kitchen. I sat on the bench behind his house.

(Yes, that woman has changed my life and made me forget my past. I am so happy to have him. But, those thorns and sharp objects were always present at every step of our journey. Dara with a stiff woman, Dara with an absurd look, Dara who is still shy rabbit with me, Dara who makes me smile anxious because of her behavior, Dara, Dara who made my eyes wake up to see her baby face. The woman I'll look after my sister and mama. No other woman can replace her and her name in my heart, even though I am happy, very proud and already happy.)

(Heart. . . . . . ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ )