SOUND FOR DILARA

CHAPTERS 124. GOODBYE

"So this is ... the story?" Davina sighed, she was sitting limp watching all this.

Guests in Joglo are still motionless from their places, after the onslaught of self-defilement confessions in the past.

An old memory flashed back in his mind. With a heavy breath, Davina left open the story of grief from her family side.

Ezra was still recording what he had seen earlier. Even though the man seemed to have done nothing.

A soft, firm and thick voice of Javanese accent, began to be heard when Davina started the story.

"Dad did not help that afternoon, he actually knew that Akbar had remarried but he kept the secret himself."

"His daughter loved the man very much, and she was pregnant. Unfortunately, the father was careless until Devanna escaped supervision and fled to meet Akbar in Jakarta with a pickup car commonly used to transport rice from the mill to the besul."

"Dad told me the beginning of the story, to me."

"Because of feeling guilty and worried, my father followed Devana to Jakarta but did not find where his position was at that time. Mother is in pain, crying every night thinking of the fate of the firstborn who will give birth."

"Up to two weeks after delivery, I just found out where Devana lives."

"When he met the child, Deva was difficult to talk to. Only tears came out of those pretty round eyes. Every now and then screams even mockery came out of his mouth, a stark contrast to the ancients."

"Deva we are polite, quiet and diligent in teaching. Never say dirty and rude, even angry he can't. All Deva does when she's angry is shut up, cry."

"Finally I took Deva home, without her baby. Don't ask how we feel. The mother's illness worsened from seeing Deva depressed, losing her baby, until two months later the mother died. "

"Father and mother were never separated by distance or time, because they felt lonely and had to focus on Deva treatment but no one could share the burden. Finally I was called home, to do therapy on Deva. A few months later, I'm following mom."

Davina's tears were shed, her voice was beginning to falter. It is clear how much pain he endured the pain alone at that time.

"Me and Dena our youngest sister are my only betters guarding Deva. Our role model elder brother. Until Denara one day permission to go to Jakarta to meet Akbar."

"Either what Dena did in Jakarta for months, she returned lifeless, the medical letter said that Dena was sick with a heart attack while in a public space. My heart is breaking, our love for Deva, because she can't tell the truth, leads my family into a life-sending pit of grief."

"It's just me now, the only hope as Devana's encouragement. Years changed, slowly he spoke but did not even tell the story of the poignant. To this day I know everything from you."

"The shawl and pendant that Mr. Ezra brought is the last memory of our parents who also disappeared with Deva and her baby. Father was made a vedana companion and mother received the honor of being a Sinuhun confidant. Maybe Deva deliberately brought the two things because she knew she was going to be alone in a foreign city."

Pause. Isakan Davina is getting stronger.

Asyraf hamid also shed tears, Akbar increasingly weak sit with his daughter.

Silent, a few moments.

"Sir Ezra, where's Dilara? can I meet you?" said the graceful woman, back in her previous fashion, soft.

Davina looked at Ezra with hope to be allowed to meet the niece.

"Is Madam Devana still alive? where's her?" instead of answering, Ezra asked a graceful figure named Davina.

Not yet able to answer Ezra's question, Asyraf hamid interrupted their chat.

"I want to meet Dila too, Za. Please, I miss both of them, especially my grandson Shan," said the rich widow.

"Shan?" davina asked, Akbar and Anastasya at the same time, staring at Ezra waiting for his explanation.

Asyraf hamid. True, said Ezra, his demand is too high for a man who has done evil to the life of the girl and her biological family.

He rose from his seat, resigned himself from before all who were in Joglo. Bending the body as a last form of respect and saying sorry that is either accepted or vice versa.

"Use no more here, the important thing is to say everything. If there is a legal process to be undertaken, I will accept the consequences of past conduct. If the rest of this life had to be spent from behind bars, at least it was better to be surrounded by many people, also not lonely despite their bar-bar behavior. My only hope is one, when the final breath in the esophagus, I can face God for trying to atone for all my sins, though not all," Vega Gianina said, slowly lifting her legs despite the weight of walking.

Ashraf hamid's late wife closed her eyes, shedding tears. There was nothing to hold him back from leaving, a sign that he was unwanted.

"O-mas."

The typical sound of a child breaking the silence.

Ezra turned to the right side, unaware that Leon had disappeared, and now the man was standing behind Dila and Mita. Carrying Shan, his son.

Asyraf hamid rushed down the steps followed by Andre, faced with the mother and child couple he missed.

"S-shan gua. Oma, can you still hug Shan? last time?" vega asked, afraid to see Dila who was looking at him sharply.

"If I don't allow it?" ketus Dila's.

"Not what, dear. I was wrong, I'm sorry Dila. Sorry." Vega's hand grabbed Shan in Leon's arms even though the innocent boy was already crying when he saw his Oma shed tears.

"Mom."

Unbearable to the son, Dilara grabbed Shan from Leon's arms, allowing the stocky boy to hug the hamid ashraf.

Netra dusk the rich lady was wide in disbelief, Dila handed Shan to her. Both hands shook preparing to welcome Shan then hugged tightly.

"Sorry Oma. Sorry about Shan. Pray for Oma even if we never see her again, dear Oma Shan. Sorry." Vega's broken cry sliced through the eardrum. The woman kissed the entire face of the toddler in her arms, as Shan cried as if the toddler understood the situation.

Asyraf hamid's memory of the baby Shan arriving in Sharjah, seeing and sharing all of the boy's development several days apart, made his heart ache. As soon as he remembered Devana's suffering, his sin was unforgivable and this was the reward, loving Shan and himself to be willing to no longer show the nose in front of them.

"Shan's. Shan. Oma dear Shan." Vega tried to whisper the word love in the ear of the boy her mother was pulling.

Dila grabbed her son, half-heartedly said she had to have the heart but the other part, just pity.

"Honey, come here ... Mita, take Dila," Ezra called his wife and asked Mita to accompany him. Dilara's pale face still lingered.

Along with Dila's steps, Vega left with tears.

"Omaaaa, Omaaaa." Shan's shout, heart-wrenching.

Dilara followed the orders of her husband. His eyes were fluttering around, Akbar sanjaya, Anastasya was also a graceful woman similar to him.

"A-bang .. i-this?" said Dila stammered as he calmed Shan who was still struggling to follow Ashraf hamid.

"di-la ... Dillara?"

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