The Woman of My Past

Episode 8 Who is Fira

"Your mom's at home, right?" I asked while cleaning Lego scattered on the floor of the family room.

"Yes, tonight I want to be with Ara. I haven't cheated on Ara for a long time." Said my husband while swinging Ara's body upwards, while Ara laughed in excitement.

"Yes, Ara calls you often. He misses you so much." I looked at Ara who was playing with her father.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Ara." Bram peeked at Ara's cheek.

"Pa.pa... pa..a...a....a.... Dear papa. Dear mama..." Oceh Ara funny.

Ara constantly babbling dear papa mama. Ara laughed out loud every time her father threw Ara into the sky and caught her. Ara's eye rays emit light as bright as stars in the dry season. Ara asked her father again and again threw her into the sky.

"I wish we could be like old times." My speech.

Husband's silent. I don't know what my husband thinks. My husband avoids me. My husband walked away from me and invited Ara to play in the fish pond. It's possible that my husband avoided me because of the incident at the office this morning. Ah let it be. Let him know the taste.

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A few days later I met Detective R at a cafe.

"Have you got what I asked for?"

"Already mom. It seems pretty hard to get it. I just found this."

I immediately opened the brown envelope that Detective R gave me. I saw old pictures of a little boy. I was so surprised. I keep looking at that picture. I didn't know what I was seeing. The picture looks a lot like someone I've longed for. I feel like I'm getting into a strong whirlpool. My head swirled and cold sweat poured out.

"Mom's okay?" ask detective R. 

"Where can the R detective get all this information?" I asked while wiping cold sweat.

"I looked up her background starting from following Fira and finding her home. I asked the next door neighbor of Fira's house. I managed to visit Fira's house to be able to take some photos displayed by her parents on the wall of the living room."

"This is the address."

"Okay Detective R, thanks for the help. I'll go home first. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Thank you for using my service."

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Arriving at home I reopened the file and looked at the photo in the brown envelope.

"Is Fira really my real sister? Why would Bram like Fira again after marrying me?" My inner.

If this file is true, it means that the younger brother I have long missed turned out to be the woman who has captured the happiness of my household. My teary eyes held back the tears that were about to flow from the charming brown eyelids.

"Tomorrow will I try to make sure again, is Fira really my younger brother?!" My inner

"Who is Fira? Why is Fira at home with this photo?" I muttered thinking of looking for something possible to answer my question.

"I had to check myself into Fira's parents' house. I'll go to this address." I said while picking up the motorcycle key in the drawer.

I warmed up the motorbike. I type the address in Google Map. Location of the address close to Logending beach. Google Map I set at the beach address Logending. My motorcycle was speeding as fast as my heartbeat full of curiosity about who Fira was.

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