My sister My husband

Section 61. His goodness.

" Later, there are times when you will make up again. You, Papa, Ayman and Mas Andra. You'll all be together." Speak with a soft tone.

" And you're Mas?"

Dinda shifted her attention when Keanu did not mention her.

" me? Hmm..." Keanu just smiled.

" I'll calmly watch you guys get together again. Yes, I look from a distance to hold back my jealousy later. "

Dinda stared silently at everyone sitting and having dinner at the dinner table. Without talking to each other only the sound of spoons and plates clashing together fill the silence.

As if Keanu's past words were a hunch or rather a message that was shrouded quietly and neatly without sniffing.

You're right Mas Kean, now we're together again and without you. I always pray that you will be calm there. Be happy there, Mas.

Do not be jealous of me, for I will try to guard my heart. Dinda cried as she remembered it. Recalling the conversation between her and her husband in their last moments together.

I didn't think you'd leave so soon.

Mas. I miss..

" Dinda, spend the rice." Papa Dimas spoke after previously just being silent and observing what his daughter was doing.

Andra also turned to look at Dinda. It is clear that sadness. The sense of loss is also still thick and has not decomposed.

Want to reprimand and say hello, but Andra was afraid because from then papa Dimas like a complex security guard who continued to watch him closely.

Andra is now isolated. He was like a guest in his own home.

" Uncle..., Uncle likes carrots? " Ayman began to make his voice with his sparkling eyes staring at Andra.

Pain right in the heart when his own son called him uncle. " Hem, carrot? Yes, Uncle likes it." His reply was softly accompanied by a blistering smile.

Andra wanted to scream and teach her son to call her Father, Abi, or something that clearly meant Father.

" Uncle, we like woltel. Belalti same huh? our hair and ears are the same uncle." Babe Ayman again. Maybe from earlier he was silent because he observed nothing attached to himself and Andra that looked almost similar. He scanned with a QR code, hahahaha.

"Oh, Iyeakah? Uncle didn't watch him. Faith,... Does faith like to draw?" Ask Andra pleasantries.

" Like it, but can't.." He replied innocently while laughing crisply as if showing his stupidity about the art of drawing.

Andra was wide-eyed and her eyes twinkled. " Well, we're really the same. Drawing it's really mind-boggling, isn't it? Easier to count, more certain without having to guess."

" Yes my Uncle Benal. Dali used to be one plus one result 2. But if there are many walnaya leaves." Ayman talks about his difficulties in drawing.

" Iman, don't call him Uncle. He is the father of faith." Dinda fine.

Papa Dimas was wide-eyed and felt very objected. On the other hand, Andra was very happy but also wondered why suddenly even he himself did not know where to start and how to tell his son who he really was.

" Ummi, how many fathers of faith? There's Daddy in heaven, and this uncle's bitch. Ummi, the faith is just Daddy."

" Dinda! what are you talking about?" Papa Dimas began to show his dislike and his eyes began to light up showing a high affection. " He was a child and could not understand. You shouldn't be talking about that." Papa Dimas is angry.

Dinda chuckled, perhaps some of her sanity evaporated with Keanu's departure. " But Dinda is honest Pa, that's the fact."

"But not now!" Dimas again snapped indicating if he did not agree.

" When will Pa? now or whenever it's the same. He's still Andra's real son, isn't he?" Dinda broke everything. Breaking down the assumptions and conclusions that became the main points in the thinking of papa Dimas Pramudya.

Andra's heartache was met with rejection directly from her own son. He just smiled and said. " Yes faith, father faith is Daddy. Not uncle, Umminya faith just misspoke yes. Faith's not angry with Uncle, is she?"

Andra brushed off her heartache, the most important thing for her was that she could get close and reach out to her son. How else would you like? Rice has become porridge. Forcing Ayman's thought is classified as an act of violence.

Andra relented even though she was now crushed to pieces her feelings.

Andra spoke softly while rubbing Ayman's hand. She wants to be close and give comfort to her baby. A difficult gaze in the sense of watering the atmosphere became silent for a moment. Papa Dimas did not refuse or get rid of Andra's hand again.

Susana dinner ends bland. There was no warm talk or a joke. All dissolved in each other's minds. They looked and looked at every event.

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...Dinda POV....

I'm very sad and I'm disappointed, to be honest. Why does Papa always refuse to admit that his grandson is the flesh and blood of Mas Andra? Isn't it with her attitude like that, I don't look like a good woman?

If he continues to refuse to acknowledge Ayman is Mas Andra's son, then whose son?

Why does this also hurt my pride as a woman so much?

Papa, you shouldn't be. I also do not want to bear the sin of separating the child from his father. I saw how broken he was when Ayman rejected him and added to it Papa's words as sharp as a dagger.

I know that I'm not the only one suffering here. But he also bore the same, even more so than me.

Do I still deserve to hate him after what he's been through so far?

From childhood, he was abandoned, abandoned and unrecognized. Papa himself said, that's why I always give up for him. Since I felt sorry for her, I sincerely wanted to share my parents' love with her. And now that she's married, her marriage doesn't end happily even with me. He was betrayed and cheated outright by Natasha. I know how she felt at the time. He must be bleeding.

And now, he found happiness after knowing the whereabouts of his son. And it still gets rejection and all the insults from Papa.

It's not your fault that all this happened. This is already his will, but why is Papa not aware as well?

I feel sorry to see you always hurt.

Mas Kean, you see how Ayman always makes your name. How proud he is to be your son. Thank you for all your kindness as long as you live. Thank you for being the best husband for me and a role model for your children.

I walked over to check the back door lock. There the goal in the dim light of the backyard, I saw Mas Andra. He sat down with his hands clenched and resting on his knees, he lowered his head and his shoulders trembled up and down. I know he must be wetting the earth with his tears.

I came closer, I really couldn't bear to see it. " Mum, "Lirihku shifted his attention.

I stood to distance from him, I didn't want us to get too close and invited a lot of gossip. What our neighbors know is that he's the son of a distant relative. That's how Papa lied to be able to continue resisting if he was the biological father of my son AYMAN.

" I. YEAH..." His mouth then turned his face away. She was afraid that her pride would fall if I saw her cry. I have seen everything that has happened to him in the past. Even from a small moment.

He looked at me with his eyes still swollen. " What's up, Din, do you need anything? Is Ayman fussy? why haven't you slept?" I ask a lot of questions. If so, he must be agitated and nervous at the moment.

I'm shaking. " No, I just wanted to apologize to you for your treatment. Forgive Papa Mas." My words that seemed to make him sigh deeply as if the oxygen around him was starting to thin out.

He smiled before answering me. Yes the forced smile as the bidai of all his wounds. " Oh, it's okay. I'm doing fine. I've already memorized the character of Papa. You don't have to think about it too much. Sanalah soon sleep, it's not good pregnant women stay up late."

When he says I'm fine it means the opposite. He's not doing well.

I was silent for a moment and inhaled the cold night air. " Some time, I just want to get wind." I lie, I really just don't want him to dissolve in his solitude, loneliness and wounds.

" Get in, no good night breeze for pregnant women. Hurry up." His speech half forced me with a slightly hunting tone.

I smiled at him, he seemed worried about me. " Alright, but Mas's fast in too." My love as it passed left him with all the grey clouds that covered him.