ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 205: WHO ARE WE?

Just lie if Dian's heart is never hurt by Lisa's presence in her household. Many times her husband said he had never loved her. But they never lived a household. Edy Sudrajat swore never to have sex with Lisa. Let it be his responsibility to the creator.

In plain sight, however. Lisa once held the status of Edy's legal wife. Even Lisa who was introduced as a daughter-in-law in the Sudrajat family, Even Gibran who is not Edy's biological child, has a patent to bear the name Sudrajat behind his name. Naturally not, if now they are the most responsible in the affairs of the treatment of old men who once flattered the woman named Lisa.

But Dian's conscience refuses to avenge evil with evil. He was also sick. Even worse, almost dead. Not only because of the mercy of God alone can he still feel healthy now. Then what right does he have to do evil to the one who is stricken.

“Sorry if you came to see me, your husband fell.” Dian, suddenly feeling guilty. After finding out, if Papa Gibran falls, while in the tinngal Lisa meets him.

“No mbak. I don't mean to accuse you of that. Just told me the chronology. And sorry. I beg. For the willingness of my family, in order to help ease my burden. Please, help finance Grandpa Gilang.” His request was full of pity.

Glazed looked towards Lisa. However, the woman used to often give chicken bones and fish that many bones to her. After giving all his flesh to Gibran. Is it that easy, Gilang erased his bitter memory? Gilang was once wounded to see Gibran with a long dudk in his father's lap, as well as playing with expensive toys. While he, sometimes just folded paper books to be made a flying fighter. The one that had been crushed by Sudrajat's grandfather, when the plane sped quickly into the middle room.

How is his heart now? When handed over to finance the recovery of someone who was once a monster in his life. Gita felt the throes of her husband's heart. She never slipped Gilang's shoulders, so that her husband would remember. If she is always on her husband's side, support him, be the antidote to the bitter taste that still lingers in her heart.

“I personally cannot promise anything. I am a widow who has no income. There is no legacy left by my husband. A steady job that allowed me to get an old-age security deposit as well, I didn't have one. Now my fate depends only on the giving of my two children. Arum tea is also a widow with two children, with the business of selling refillable water and small shops. Who can only afford to finance our daily needs. Also Gilang who Alhamdulilah has a well-established job, also can not be sure to help a lot. Not because he's stingy. Only, he had just pioneered his efforts as well. He also has a family that he has to live with which is his responsibility. Although, Mr. Sudrajat is also his grandfather. Which should also be a part of nyang should he pay attention. But not necessarily all of it can be our responsibility.” Long Dian commented to respond to Lisa's request.

“I know ... in plain sight. Ma'am and the kids are not supposed to be in charge with Gibran's grandfather. But, maybe I ask more to my fellow humans. I beg your mercy.” He grabbed Dian's leg.

“Astagafirullahalazim. Mama Gibran don't do this.” Dian immediately made Lisa's body equal to her body. He is not a God to be worshipped. They were just fellow humans who were equally helpless.

Probably in lineage, sure. It is the true offspring. It was Sudrajat blood flowing through his body. That is the basis Lisa wants to give up all medical expenses Sudrajat. But, not all this time Lisa who enjoys all the wealth of Sudrajat. It should be that even in the body of Gibran did not flow Sudrajat blood, but the Sudrajat legacy was all inherited by them. So naturally, those who finance Sudrajat treatment.

“I don't know who to ask for help, other than mbak and mbak children. Because, I can see for myself how my husband is doing. Everything will drive me crazy.” Lisa's gaze was empty. Death with all the misfortune that is happening now.

“Sorry we didn't have time to bring a hand.” Pamit Gita hugs Lisa, Gibran's mother, while secretly putting the envelope she filled with 5 million in the hands of Gibran's mother.

“Hah .. thank you.” Lisa was a little surprised. This was his first time meeting Gilang since in his childhood he often cheated. And even now, the little boy was married, who even gave him a sticky greeting.

They go home with their own feelings. There was a wound gaped from the memories of the past of the dancing kemabli, there was an unexpected pity coming to creep on the books of their hearts. And there was a long prayer in their veins, for those who had a blood relation with them. Who is Gilang who wants to take revenge? Who is Dian who wants to be a hero when he is not able to volunteer. Who was Gita who had been only a loyal listener about her husband's past. Who are they all who want to surpass God, if not to apologize to the past.

“Gibran ... This is five million rupiah.” Lisa is shocked when she counts the contents of the envelope Gita gave her.

“Didn't Gilang's wife say, never had time to prepare a hand. Then why the ampope with a lot of contents this he could easily give to mama. What's it rich in ?” ask Lisa to know.

“Ma .. Mr. Gilang's CEO at Gibran company works.” Gibran answered his mother's question.

“CEO means .. Gilang the owner of that company. And that means, mbak Dian only low, when he said if Gilang is pioneering his business?” lisa's very impatient.

“Not .. The owner is Mr. Kevin Sebastian Mahesa. Sister of Gita Putri mahesa, wife of sister Gilang.” Clearly Gibran to the mother who was instantaneous, juggling his own eyes with a gaze full of binary happiness.

“Wooh .. means Gilang it got the jackpot. Lucky for the fate of the boy. Then, later mama not only asked Gilang to finance your grandfather's treatment. But, for the cost of surgery and treatment of your papa as well, will mama mintga Gilang only pay.” Speaks excited.

“Mama ... We are ready for them?” hardik Gibran on the mom.

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