
The sound of a flick of a hand rang out, making Rose's momentary daydream crumble, "Why, Mom?"
"What are you thinking, Rose?" ask Asfa back with a serious eye look at the contents of his daughter's heart.
Rose sighed, eyes looking down while playing both hands, "I ….,"
"Did my daughter ever hear the saying. Don't know, then don't you, baby?" Asfa asked the easiest thing to start a conversation between mother and child, sure enough it was on target because Rose nodded her head.
''Mommy will introduce you to him who is part of your blood. Do not think as a princess, assume that there is currently a film that tells the life of a person. Agreed? If Rose puts a glass of wine on the table. So, I take it as an agreement."
Asfa's explanation is quite simple even though it is too long. This is how you deal with Rose. In reality, some of his daughter traits are more dominant like Abhi traits. So to deal with each different situation must be more patient and gentle.
Rose put down a glass of wine, but switched to taking soda. The girl did not drink any alcohol. I just really like soft drinks. While Asfa took a cell phone, then surfed for a moment. After finding a life flash film.
Then the film turns, and is placed on the table with the position facing Rose, while he chooses to move from his place. Then walk while staring at the clear sky. The blue color of the clouds reminded him of that day. The day the legitimate voice sounded echoed in his ears.
"Abhishek Mahendra Bagaskara is the only son of the heir to the ABF Company. Blue-eyed man with CEO position. A lot of women are queuing up, but her life is just about work. The marriage between us was due to fate. The man accepted a servant to be his wife."
"Servant with a plain face and fear. The eyes that always look down. No one will know who the servant is. The whole family thought, they got a simple son-in-law. Abhi is good at business, but too naive at understanding relationships."
"When people give couples to trust each other. Our relationship is a bet with no trust. Mommy thinks all actions are the responsibility of both. Turns out I was wrong. The truth is, he doesn't have the confidence and trust for my existence."
Asfa sighed, the tightness in the chest had long since disappeared. However, there was still lingering pain shackling. Especially when considering Rose's condition in infancy, it must undergo a painful operation. All the suffering he felt was very small.
For a moment, Rose paused her words. The girl leaned her head against Asfa's back, "Now I understand. Why mommy always being gentle with me. Firmness, discipline that mommy applies to everyone. It made Rose feel different. I know, mommy gave her her best."
"Mommy has always been a hero and a force of the family. Sometimes there are questions that bother my mind. Why can't I be like mommy. Is not this blood the same as that of mommy and Papa ....,"
Asfa let go of Rose's hand, then turned around. The look in her eyes could not be separated from her daughter's face, both hands raised cupped Rose's face.
"Son, this blood may have different blood. Is that wrong? No. gabe. Whoever Rose. It is not blood or family that determines. Identity is formed with each personality. Mommy didn't teach you to be pessimistic."
"Money is not everything, even though life always needs money. The throne is not the supreme power because there is still true love. If the heart and mind doubt who we are. No one can recognize you."
"Rose means rose. The beautiful flower with fragrant teasing, but has thorns that are able to protect itself. That's your. Don't try to be me. Does my daughter understand?" Asfa did not want any narrow thoughts, especially the princess had thoughts of becoming like her.
After all, the two are two different people. Asfa who always spent time on the streets enjoying blood stains, while Rose still clean her hands with a family that always gives love.
"Mommy, does he know about Rose?"
That statement is what has been waiting for the last few hours. Asfa smiled, her lips still locked. Instead of answering, it gives a kiss of the forehead. A spreading warm feeling touches the heart. A mother's affection was so felt, that Rose closed her eyes enjoying simple happiness.
After letting go of the kiss, Asfa grabbed her daughter's body and let the two bodies hug each other, "Abhi, your father is still undergoing treatment. Mommy won't hide anything, anymore. Right now, your father doesn't remember his past. Both meetings, marriages and partings that have taken many victims."
''If you don't remember. Why did Mommy tell me the truth? Why not be a secret for life." Rose protested and involuntarily pushed Asfa's body because the girl staged a reflex rebellion, "Sorry, Mom ....,"