Pursuing Love in the Past

Inheritance

Life is often not as beautiful as we imagine, but that does not mean we have to give up just like circumstances.

This morning Siera had to face the harsh reality that she had to accept the consequences of her actions which were indirectly involved in harming Ayunda.

"No, don't arrest me sir!" exclaimed Siera begging.

"Please cooperate, ma'am!" reply the officer in an annoyed tone.

"Sir, I swear I didn't do anything! Really sir!" he raised both fingers to form the letter v.

"Mom's come along first to get checked out. Guilty or not will be decided!"

"Sir, buk, tub, buk... When did I marry your father?" siera said impolitely. But a moment later he was forced to follow the officer, because he got a murderous gaze from the police officer who began to be caught off guard with Siera's attitude.

"May he change with this incident" said Alfian who stared at Siera's departure along with the officer.

"Papa.." call Zahra in her weak voice.

"Eh, is Ara awake?"

"Udah pa", replied Zahra while looking at someone who had been carried away. "Why was the aunt brought in the same police officer pa?" continued.

"Don't think about it, dear. Come on, Ara wash your face first, we have breakfast" he said, pointing to Zahra's breakfast located above the hospital drawer.

Zahra nodded weakly. "Ara can eat another pa?" the door with a face.

"Can, baby. But after Ara got out of the hospital, yeah. Later you buy whatever Ara asks", Alfian replied as he looked at Zahra's lethargic face.

"Ara is not breakfast" he said. Then he walked to the bed.

"Fra... It can't be that, sweetheart. If Ara doesn't eat breakfast, Ara will heal. Ara wants to stay in the hospital?"

Zahra looked around her room. "Yes, deh. Ara eat", he said with pursed lips.

Alfian approached the little princess while pinching Zahra's lips. "Well, that's my dear dong. But we wash our faces first."

Zahra nodded slowly in response. Then he got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

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Elsewhere in Ayunda's room, it appears that the mother is feeding her daughter who is old enough to marry with affection.

"Bun-da. "the Ayunda protest. She did not accept that she treated herself like a child.

"Don't whine! You are not a child!"

Ayunda was increasingly upset by the words of the mother, who was said not to be a child but treated like a child. But without him realizing a plate of food has been exhausted without remaining in his eating.

"This is good" said the mother as she got up from her seat. Then the mother cleaned the cutlery that had just been used by Ayunda.

"Ta- "

Not yet able to Ayunda continue his words, the doctor with the nurse entered the room.

"Morning..."

"Morning, doc", replied the mother kindly.

"How are you this morning?" ask the doctor with a smile.

"Good alhamdullikah, doc. It's just that it's still hard to talk."

"God willing, the medicine is always in regular drinking, doc."

"Good then. The tensinya is good too. Maybe tomorrow we can go home."

"Thank you, doc."

"That's my duty ma'am. I am happy that the patient is recovering quickly", said the doctor with a smile. Then the doctor decided to check on the other patients.

"Mother out for a second. You don't mind staying alone, do you, son?" said the mother.

Ayunda just replied to the mother with a nod and a smile. After that the mother stepped out of the room Ayunda.

Not long ago the door of Ayunda's room was reopened. "Why mother..."

Ayunda's words were interrupted when she saw a woman walking towards her.

"Bb-bi Arsih" said Ayunda with fear. "Aa-no news, bi?" continued.

"Currently, you're still asking me after what you've done to my daughter!"

"What aunt's mud?"

"Don't pretend to lose your memory, after everything you've done to Salsa!"

Ayunda was silent for a moment. His neck that still hurts when talking, makes Ayunda difficult to explain to bi Arsih.

"You can't dodge anymore. Even your current situation must be due to your own actions."

"I think Arsih has no capoknya looking for problems with our family" said Adrian who came suddenly while pushing his father's wheelchair.

Ms. Arsih was shocked when she saw Adrian and her father. "All of you will be rewarded for what you have done to my daughter!" yell bi Arsih with a loud voice.

"Bi Arsih's... Bi Arsihs... Do you really not know what your daughter did?" adrian asked with a sharp look.

"What Salsa has done, it all starts with you!" point bi Arsih at the three of them by alternating. "You've already accused Salsa's father of being a criminal!" hatchlings.

"We never accused uncle. But the evidence that has shown uncle guilty."

"You don't give up! All because both of your parents are too greedy to want to master all of the parents' inheritance!"

"I never did what Arsih said just now!" sahut the father who spoke up for something he thought was wrong.

"Then why were all the family treasures not given to us. To this day the house is still on your behalf, and we are just pitied passengers."

"If you want the treasure the most, take it. I don't want to just because of the treasure of many problems that will happen."

"What did you give it to? Will that bring my poor daughter back?" yell bi Arsih while holding back his emotions.

The atmosphere became quiet, no one wanted to answer the question from bi Arsih, but suddenly the mother walked in.

"I just want you to feel what my husband and daughter have felt" she often said.

"I also want to keep my family from all the evil things that can attack one by one family members" said the mother while carrying a security guard. Previously he had heard the family debate, then he asked for help from hospital security officers to bring bi Arsih out.

"Well, is this how you welcome your brother? Where's mom's manners?"

"For what does Arsih yell like that? Don't blame us if this security guard took Arsih bi out of this room, because Arsih's bi-deed just now has disturbed the patient's comfort."

"Please cooperate, ma'am. I don't want to pull mom out" she said, pointing to the exit with her thumb. Bi Arsih was forced to follow the direction of the security officer so that he was not humiliated.