My sister My husband

Section 62. Silent

Lastly Andra came home when the rejection occurred and after that, Papa Dimas immediately brought his children and grandchildren to move to their new home. A house no bigger than the one that collapsed earlier.

Andra helps Dinda and Ayman to move house. They finished cleaning up the house and now Ayman is asleep in Andra's lap. Yes, Ayman feels comfortable being close to Andra. Perhaps, their inner bond began to grow as time went on.

They often spend time together even Andra often take the time to go home for a while even though a considerable distance makes the joints feel stiff and tired. But it's okay, he'll do it for the baby.

And now they sit three in the living room. Papa Dimas asked for it, it seems that there will be a serious discussion.

" Ndra, it's a good time for me to talk to you." Papa Dimas opened the conversation. His hands were clinging to each other and his gaze was shifted to another object.

Andra looked up at Papa Dimas. He who was originally busy wiping his delicate hair Ayman suddenly stopped. " What's up Pa? " She looked at me.

" It's not good if you keep coming here." His speech was unceasingly stale as if expelling Andra without feeling. Andra understood all Papa Dimas's treatment of her. He was happy at least no more rejection when Andra called him PAPA.

His originally sparkling face, slowly dimmed and nearly extinguished. Andra lowered her head and kissed Ayman.

" Yes, Eum... I mean, sister," Dinda paused for a bit and then looked more serious. " Don't misunderstand me. I just want to keep my late husband's good name. Don't come here after this. I hope you understand."

He continued as if stalled because of the sudden pity filled his chest seeing Andra tightly clutching Ayman. It seems that his fatherly soul is growing well.

" But Din, I will definitely miss the faith." His sad look really made Dinda feel sorry.

Dinda was silent for a moment then pondered. He wandered far into the past. Groped everything, all the pain that was scratched in the nadir of Andra's life. After cradling, Dinda began to speak her mind.

" You can still see him as you please. But not in this house. You can take him for a walk. I just don't want the neighbors to sneer at this family talking no-no because I'm a widow."

" Din? " Andra looked at Dinda questioningly as well as a burning sense of regret. Sorry for ever abandoning his sister who is also his ex-wife.

" I'm fine, brother. I have experience being a widow. This is my second time. I can understand their opinions and stigma towards my status. Want to be good or bad me, still I will be underestimated and become a pest. So, please understand. Don't make me hard by coming here often. Meet Ayman wherever you want. But not in this house. " The voice is flat and cold. Implying if he is sick and deeply injured with a long widow experience.

Andra smiled and kissed Ayman's head again. " Iman, I'm saying yes. Faith take good care ummi ya son." Lirih Andra who then put Ayman who slept on the sofa.

" Yes, I understand and I'm sorry to bother you. I am so grateful to you for allowing me to be close to my son. " Andra smiled pias at the end of her sentence. A phrase that was completely inversely proportional to his mood. His heart ached but circumstances forced him to appear firm and fine.

Dinda was wide-eyed with Andra's attitude that suddenly wanted to leave. It's very late, the clock has shown at 22 pm. Is Andra angry? so terkanya.

" I'm saying retreat. " Andra half bowed and passed away disappearing behind the door.

Really Dinda felt bad after finding the response of Andra who immediately took the initiative to leave immediately regardless of what time it is.

Andra leaves the new residence of the Pramudya family. His gaze was blank upon hearing Dinda's request. To him, it's okay that he's hated. But to stay away from the only biological relatives?

That's the toughest thing. In this world, which Andra knew, only Ayman was the only human who lived in blood with him.

Andra was driving with a blank look. Without warning, her tears just escaped.

" ARGHH.......! " Andra went berserk and hit the steering wheel. Nanar his gaze, darkened his aura. " O Rabb!! I should what? when will I be wanted in life? Why am I always wasted? " He cried out, demanding justice on the Khaliq.

" Why did you create me if only you made it a wounded and neglected creature? I even saw in their eyes how they wanted me to disappear out of their sight."

" Dinda, I know your intentions are good. You just want to finish your id. But, if it has to be that long?" Andra leaned back and stared blankly at the rocky steep road. He pulled his car over with the lights and the engine still on.

In the solitude and solitude of the night, Andra spent her night contemplating and crying bitterly. He dissolves into the abyss of pain reviewing his recollection of his miserable life.

No grandiose, after the bitter reality in the past when the fact was revealed if he was not the flesh and blood of the Pramudya family, He only wanted one day to have a family that was intact and abundant in affection. He just does not want himself to be neglected again when he turns old age. Isn't that very simple?

In fact, a simple desire that many can have it easily without having to try. Sometimes when they see those who are queuing at red lights with their children and wives riding a butut motorcycle, making Andra's heart sliced.

They are lacking, but they can enjoy it.

They are lacking but can be happy.

Then her?

He's well-off, even a lot of rest, but what?

Just laughing with the family he loves is hard.

On the other side.

I'm sorry, but I don't want to get too close to you. I know this is a painful thing for you.

I feel like you've changed a lot, but...

Our situation is different now. There must be a distance between us.

I need to know myself and you need to be position conscious.

I hope you can understand my decision.

Dinda looked at the ceiling of her room. His mind was confused with unclear direction. On one hand she pityed Andra, but on the other she had to keep the good name of her late husband.

The silence that now accompanies him. His hand reached out and grabbed Ayman's small hand and kissed her.

" Iman, you're Andra's father's biological son. You know, son? your eyes, your hair, the way you walk, your smile, everything is exactly the same as your father. Ummi hope one day you can be together. Although Ummi and Dad are divorced, but Ummi does not want to be a cruel man who separates the two of you. Meanwhile, before the time of I'dah Ummi runs out, Ummi forbids your father to come here. It's okay, right? "

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