My Hate, the Water of His Eyes (The End of A Taste)

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The couple's son and mother were crying and hugging. A meeting that Syera had never imagined. Tears do not stop flowing as evidence that although never met for decades does not make the inner bond numb.

Mami Jelita was crying in her seat. He may deny every word Wulandari but he does not want to be a selfish person.

Syera and Wulandari long enough to vent their longing for each other. There is nothing happier than being able to meet the person we have longed for.

"Mama" said Shera.

"Yes, kid. This is Mama, this is Mama Wulan who was born to you, son."

Wulandari's soft hands wiped away the tears of Syera that had flooded her cheeks. The princess that he had wanted to see so much was now in front of him, he felt like he was dreaming right now.

After being calm enough, Jelita invited the two to sit down. Not wanting to waste the moment of his meeting, Wulandari did not want to be far from Syera. Wulandari sat so close to her daughter without taking her hand off.

"The mama's daughter turned out to be very beautiful," Wulandari praised researching every inch of Syera's face. Wulandari so intensely looked at Syera's face while occasionally slipping Syera's long and black hair behind her ears.

"Drink," said Mami Jelita offering two glasses of water on Syera and Wulandari.

Syera looked at Jelita's mother, she was worried about her because of Wulandari's current existence.

"Don't worry, mommy's fine. Did you forget that this mom is a very strong person and has been resilient?" gelak mami Jelita tried to melt the atmosphere so as not to be too tense. Mami Jelita knew what Syera was thinking.

Many things they talk about, one of them is about the life of Syera during this and what is done. Wulandari did not expect if her daughter grew up to be a beautiful and independent girl.

"Thank you for raising and caring for Syera all this time" Wulandari told Jelita's mother.

"No need to thank you, she's also my daughter. Although not born from my womb but I have considered Syera like my biological child. I love her so much" said Mami Jelita.

Syera smiled as she looked at Jelita's mother. He was lucky even though Jelita's mother previously worked in bars related to the night world and striped men but Jelita's mother could take good care of Syera.

"I raised and cared for Syera for only about thirteen years. Don't just thank me, say that to the Suntama family. I think you understand what I mean."

Wulandari was silent, the tears that had stopped flowing again when Jelita's mother discussed the Suntama family, she immediately remembered back to the shadow of the late Bayu.

Syera's hand stretched out to wipe away Wulandari's tears.

"Why is mom crying again?"

"No, hon. Are you okay while you're in the Suntama family?"

"Yes, ma. I'm doing fine. Everyone in the family was very good to Syera, too" replied Syera lying because previously her presence in the Suntama family was considered a disaster by Leo, even Mila did not even bother to exist there.

"Did aunt Mila love you too?"

"Yes, including aunt Mila."

"Aren't you lying the same? You can be honest with mom, you can say whatever's been in your heart all this time."

"They are good enough to accommodate Syera to live there. I know my presence there is very painful for Aunt Mila."

"You mean?"

Wulandari frowned at the words of Syera.

"Did they do something with you?" ask Wulandari further.

"No, ma. Syera felt guilty and unwell all this time. Mama also if there is in the position of aunt Mila must feel the same. It is not easy to accept the existence of children from other women especially from outside the marriage," explained Syera.

"Tu-wait," said Wulandari. "Don't understand what you're talking about now, can you explain to me what you mean?"

Mami Jelita was silent, she knew that Syera was big and had the right to ask or say something that she had been keeping in her heart.

"Wrongly? What do you mean, son?" tanya Wulandari was getting confused.

"I'm an adult, ma. I know what's going on. Mama should also apologize to Aunt Mila. Sera sure mama's a good man who wants to admit wrongdoing."

"Mama doesn't know what you're talking about. Mama knew mama was wrong because there wasn't anything for you until you grew up like this and mama apologized baby, mama realized and admitted mama was wrong but mama had a reason to do it all," Wulandari.

"Didn't you feel guilty for giving birth to Shera from a man who was the husband of a man, ma?"

"What are you talking about, son? Mama doesn't understand."

As smooth as possible Syera said it to Wulandari but did not make her mother understand. It would be very evil if Syera had to say it plainly but she had no other way.

Replace Syera grasped both hands of her mother, rubbing the back of Wulandari's hand gently.

"Ma, I know that Syera's the son of the relationship between mama and Pak Bayu, aunt Mila's husband"

"Sheera!" shocked Wulandari stopped Syera's speech. "What are you talking about?"

The look on Wulandari's face was very surprised by what Syera said. He did not understand why Syera thought that way.

"Sorry, mom. Syera didn't mean to interfere with your personal life in the past, but you know it's wrong?"

"Not Mama but you're wrong, son. Mama doesn't have the kind of relationship you think she has with aunt Mila's husband. In the past, long before Mr. Bayu was married to aunt Mila was indeed a mother in a relationship with Mr. Bayu but after they were married we had forgotten the relationship" explained Wulandari.

"So mama and Pak Bayu never-"

"Mama is not such a woman, when we are in a relationship with Pak Bayu, our relationship is a healthy relationship. I don't know why you think that."

"You mean that Syera is not Bayu's son?" tanya Mami Jelita who had previously followed the direction of Syera and Wulandari talks.

"Do you think the same?" tanya Wulandari turned her gaze to Jelita's mother.

"So Syera is not Bayu's son?" tanya Syera is like Mami Jelita.

"You're not his son. You are not Bayu's son. He's not your father."

"Shera is not really the son of Mr Bayu, ma?"

Syera's eyeballs glared, she could not believe what her ears were hearing right now.

"Shera, stop asking like that. It's not that mama has said it clearly, Mr. Bayu is not your father."

"Bastian Palmer, that's your papa's name not Bayu Suntama. Your late father was named Bastian Palmer," explained Wulandari emphasizing the name of the real papa Syera.

Syera could not speak anymore as her mother explained who she really was. What he had believed for many years was now broken by Wulandari's explanation.

Syera's mouth seemed stiff when she wanted to clarify one more thing to Wulandari, her mother.

"If pak Bayu is not my papa, i-that means, e..e.meaning it means that...," Syera spoke irregularly because she was nervous because of the truth that she knew before and wanted to reassure him.

"You want to ask me something else, son?" ask Wulandari gently.

"Ep... That, Leo's brother. What does it mean that Leo's brother is not Syera's brother?"

"The leo? Leo who?" tanya Wulandari did not know the owner of the name meant Syera.

"Leo his son Bayu and Mila," said Mami Jelita told Wulandari. "If Bayu is not your father, then Leo is not your older brother" Jelita's mother took over answering Syera's questions. "Are you sad about that?"

Syera doesn't know what to answer. All the truth he heard today was so sudden. Without Syera realizing the truth today has changed who she really is but who Syera knows she has finally met the woman who gave birth to her.