Pursuing the Love of Siti

142. The Scorching of Secrets

Jakarta, September 1994

"Ira, I'm going to the toilet first, yeah. You're not going anywhere." Tell the mother to a little girl.

The boy just nodded. His eyes were pointing downwards in the direction of his eyes. His clothes are simple with bangs welcome. Five minutes passed, Ira grew tired of waiting. His eyes were fixed on the balloon salesmen's brothers. Trying to move but afraid of the mother angry. But his patience runs out, ira begins to walk in search of the balloon brother.

The spacious bus terminal makes it a pleasure to walk around. His eyes continued to run towards the street. See what is the purpose of his search.

"Bang, the ice is one." Ira approached one of the brothers selling ice.

While devouring ice his hand reached into the bag. Her innocent face turned wry when the one being raped was not around.

"Bang, I have no money" he said timidly.

The small body tried to retreat when the brother was busy serving the incoming buyers. His little legs ran as the voice shouted at him. Run and keep running away from the terminal area. His eyes were fixed on the bushes not far from the terminal area. His eyes were fixed on the group of people who were still chasing him. His chest was pounding, he could only curl up in fear.

A few moments later Ira came out of hiding. Looking around looking for a way to get home. But, unfortunately he was confused as to where to go to the terminal. Fear of being away from her mother, her feet stepped in search of a way home.

"Mom, I'm scared." he sobbed.

From a different direction

"You can't be a basket eye. I'm ashamed of my friends when you tease guests there." Protest of a woman.

The man just grunted annoyedly. Though he was just chatting normally instead of flirting as alleged. His eyes remained focused on the steering wheel in front of him. Unbasic jealousy was ingrained in the woman beside him.

"Mas, listen to me." Use the woman when the man focuses on driving.

"Me again, dear mistress. Then just nagging it right up to home."

"Yes, I'm just still pissed off about you, Mas. Since we got married you still haven't changed, still a basket eye. Is it because I haven't given you any offspring that you're still like this? I'm tired, mas. Tired of your behavior?"

"Yes, if you're tired then you get pregnant fast. Which husband is at home after 8 years of marriage but the offspring never come, Hah! I'm lucky I didn't talk about you, Kiki!" he snaps at his wife.

Kiki was devastated when her husband told her about the descent. For many years they lived a household, in joy and sorrow, the first time she heard the words of Alex, her husband. The marriage relationship that had been opposed by her family because her husband is famous for playboy. Even Alex, who was almost married to a famous model, was willing to leave his fiancee for Kiki.

"You're bad, Mas. I didn't think you thought that. You haven't changed since." Kiki hit her husband's body.

"Now put me down! I'm going down!" Kiki continued to push on her husband's body. His hands forced him to lay off their car.

In the opposite direction a small man ran through the road. His breath gasped for another encounter with the ice salesman's brother. His little legs ran without looking to the left. Without realizing it, there was a car hit the small body.

BRACKET!

The sound of a car is like hitting something. An unavoidable accident. The owner of the car felt like he had hit something. They ran to see what was going on outside. How shocked to see what they hit a little boy. The boy's body was formed car seat. Alex checked left right fearing anyone would notice.

"Oh my God, my. How's this?" Kiki was shocked and felt sorry for the child.

"Leave it. I don't want to go to jail for hitting people."

"Mas, don't do it. Poor this child, his pulse is weak. Let's just take him to the hospital. If anyone says it's our son."

They're transporting the boy's body. His head kept bleeding. Even so, they still took the boy to the hospital. Kiki holds the child. His eyes were fixed on the necklace hanging from his neck.

Almira

"Name Almira, mas. Poor him, such a small child is left wandering the streets, though deserted we do not know the dangers lurking."

"It's because of you, Ki. If you hadn't gone berserk when I drove, it probably wouldn't have happened. Fuck up!" Jerk Alex.

Kiki just cried in her heart. Since her husband was involved with a model. Her husband's attitude changed, although never light-handed. But if angry likes to bring up about her who is not pregnant. Like this, she held back the pain when her husband said rudely.

In the present moment

"So I'm not mom and dad's son." Jihan's voice continues to cry as long as Alex tells her who she is.

Alex knows that his daughter must be shocked to hear his story. But he didn't want to keep it for too long. Guilt for taking advantage of Jihan's amnesia from a collision first. Fear of being reported on a hit-and-run charge. But Alex is now convinced Jihan won't do it.

"I'm sorry mom and dad, son. We love you already. We don't know who your parents are, son. But now you know who your parents are."

Jihan looked at Alex to see what she had just heard "who, pa? who's my parents, pa."

"What's up, pa? why did you hear Jihan crying from outside?"

"Papa told me the truth, ma. Jihan has every right to know who her mother is. Mama reminded me when Jihan needed a blood donor, since then papa started to investigate. Mama remembers when Jihan failed to marry Rangga, Aisyah's mother questioned Jihan's nape."

"Jihan, meet Aisyah's mother. He's been looking for you for a long time, son. She's your birth mother. I'm sorry that mom and dad kept all this a secret from you and your real mom. Meet him, son."

"One more, son. The company still belongs to Jonathan. This is the request of Hermawan to educate his family. He wanted Jonathan to learn from below. Because all this time for Hermawan, Jonathan was too busy with Siti's business."

I don't know if this is happy news or sad news. Everything felt sudden and fast. If Aisyah's mother was my real mother, why would I still hesitate to open my heart to her. Aisha's mother was very good to me. I have to how, God.

With a gontai step Jihan entered her room. She sees her husband accompanying Azka who is already fast asleep. Somehow he saw Azka and Akbar had similarities even though Azka was not Akbar's biological child.

"Dear." Jihan felt her body coming from behind. His body turned towards Akbar, trying to smile even though he felt tight.

"Mas, if it turns out I'm not a rich kid. Do you still want to accept me?"

"Han, what are you talking about? Whether you're rich or not, I don't care. I love you for who you are. I love you til jannah, baby."

"But .."

Akbar stuck his index finger to his wife's lips.

"I'm sorry, I just heard you talking in the room. If I think Aisyah's mother is a good person. You are lucky to have two mothers who love you. You know, there are many children out there who crave parental love, especially those who were born without complete parents. My mother died when she was 2 years old. When I finished high school my father died and it was still Junior High."

"When I heard that Wira died, Wira also left Tia who was two-bodied. Then when I feel sorry for the baby. When Azka was born I immediately loved her, but I had no feelings for Tia."

"Honey, tomorrow we meet Aisyah's mother, yes. I'll accompany you to your real mother."