Rachel Love Farel's

The Part 122

These few days, Luna's life is getting ruined, her career, her family, her friends, everything is moving away. But the destruction was just the beginning.

This morning when he opened his eyes, without a thread was sleeping in a foreign bedroom bed in a club. And *********** that feels painful, limp Luna back to Luna's apartment, do not dare to go home with this condition.

Luna knew her life had been ruined. There was nothing left of his soul there was only voidness and emptiness.

"Cold, I'm cold God."

The view began to mwngabur because the tears that began to remember and then slowly spilled from the corner of the eye.

"I won't ask why I have to go through this, God. Maybe the mistake was too big or maybe it was my destiny to feel this. I don't know, but I accept it. I accept this pain."

On the sidelines of his sentence, there sounded a stuffy stuffing.

"The word of the Lord will not test his servant beyond the limits of his ability. But I feel I can't afford God."

How could Luna continue living after this destruction. Even to hold Luna's head up incapable and frightened.

Luna was afraid to see the eyes of others who looked at her hatefully. Luna was afraid to read people's comments about her life Even at a time like this Luna guessed people were still blaspheming her and looking around for her mistakes.

"Lord, I want to go home. Sorry, I went home alone without waiting for your angel's invitation."

"I'm afraid to die but I can't live anymore."

Luna closed her eyes with a drop of tears falling from the corner of her eye.

"Father, Mom. I'm sorry I haven't been a good boy to you guys."

"Rachel, sorry. I can't be a good brother and friend to you yet."

"For myself, I'm sorry I had to hurt you. "

"It's gonna hurt, but only for a second. After this you do not need to look at the eyes of haters, do not need to hear the word diatribe and do not need to read evil typing. Sorry for myself."

Sreeett's..

Luna closed her eyes with both hands limp on the left right side of her body.

In the stillness of the eyes and the rest of the consciousness Luna understood. Understand why so many artists end their lives. Luna felt what Go-hara and Sulli felt.

"LUNA."

Faintly the voice called out, that voice...

Mamma.

"LUNA, MY GOD."

Papa's.

Luna heard him but it was hard to open her eyes. His body has suffocated.

"DON'T SURVIVE!."

Lastly, Luna remembered, her body floated in her Papa sling, trying to get her head closer to her pap chest in search of warmth. If this is the last time she lives, Luna wants to die in her Papa's arms.

***

Dilara and Hendrawan wait. In every second in anxiety and worry. Dilara on the waiting bench while continuing to wipe the tears. While Hendrawan paced back and forth in front of the ER room.

"I told you, Mas, Luna won't go, she's scared, she's afraid of herself."

Hendrawan ruffled his hair in frustration.

"I didn't know it would end like this, I just didn't want Luna to stay here and..."

"And what? and make you so ashamed?."

Hendrawan could not deny one of the reasons for sending Luna abroad in order to reduce her embarrassment. Hendrawan was really embarrassed after the incident, even when his co-workers asked if Luna was really his biological child, Hendrawan always dodged.

Hendrawan insisted on telling the world that Luna was his biological child, but now Hendrawan was embarrassed. I wish Luna wasn't his daughter.

His selfishness had hurt his daughter this deep.

"Luna apologized, she admitted her mistake. Luna sends her apology letter to Rachel. I didn't even know Luna wrote the letter, and she was sorry. But why don't you listen to his regrets, Mom?. Why?."

Dilara lowered her head and covered her face with her palm.

"So morning Luna told me why her life was more painful after meeting you. He even wished he had never met you or thought you were dead."

Hendrawan raised his head with watery eyes.

Dilara shook her head, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have gone this far. I should have been on my line. I shouldn't have crossed that line to reach you. In the end my wounded daughter, the little girl I always protected, whom I grew up with and hoped to live a long life, ended her life."

Hendrawan silent a thousand languages.

"If you don't want us, say it from the beginning. I came to you because you said you weren't happy with Ayuma. You said Ayu mah cheated. You are lonely and need me. You're tormented living at home with Ayuma. Ayuma, Ayuma, Ayuma. You always said you hated him. Then as soon as you split up, Luna and I moved into your house, you just ignored us."

"What do you really want, Mom?."

Dilara pressed her chest tight, very tight.

Hendrawan focused his face roughly. Right, everything Dilara said is true. Hendrawan hates Ayuma, hates everything about him. But... At the same time Hendrawan missed him too.

Hendrawan miss Ayuma. Miss Rachel too.

"I feel your love now is not as big as it used to be. Before I accepted your love, you kept chasing me and saying you wanted to live with me. But after we stayed together and I devoted my life to you, your attitude changed. Whether you are aware or not your attention is reduced."

"Why, Mas? Has your love faded? Or did you start loving Ayuma? Or did you start to get affected by your papa saying you were going to suffer with me?."

"Mas I'm sick too. If in the end you treat me and Luna like this, it should have been the first time we met, you pretended you didn't know me. I should've moved to the city with my daughter."

"North-odd..."

"You..." Instead of cutting off Hendrawan's words, "You even tried to get Luna out of your life. Luna is your biological daughter, Mas. I swear and I also swear I never received any money from your papa "

"That day your papa's secretary came to me and told me to leave or to kill me and our daughter. He delivered the message from papa Vishnu, but he did not bring money like our father said. I'm not lying."

Hendrawan again did not respond to anything. Just stand by the wall right in front of Dilara.

In the middle of their chat, the door of the ER room opened.

Dilara immediately wiped away the tears and approached the doctor, as did Hendrawan who stood beside her.

"How is my daughter, Doctor?" asked Hendrawan.

"We managed to save her but her condition is still critical. Other than a wrist injury, there's another one."

"What injury, Doctor?" asked Dilara worriedly.

Doctor Andin was seen sighing heavily, his face turning grim.

"**** ***** patient is torn and we have to sew it."

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