THE WOMAN ON MY WEDDING DAY
PART 25 STORY BARREL
"Ja..don't.don't touch Zyanku." The barrel spread out his hands, his eyes blaringly blocking Darius's view of his son.
"I wouldn't touch him if you weren't stubborn, Laras..." Darius laughs.
"I beg you, brother.I only have Zyan in my life, who really loves me. Don't hurt Zyan.he's my son, he's also your flesh and blood." The barrel let her tears down, past her cheeks.
"All right..all right.I understand, I understand.but please cooperate with me, or..." Darius put his foot in, trying to look behind Laras' back.
"I think I can take care of it." Darius stared at Laras for a moment with a cruel grin.
Laras's clenched hands hugged the tablecloth that covered part of his naked body. He had completely lost his strength, and even his energy to breathe seemed to have disappeared in half. Darius seemed to be holding onto the weakness of Barrel now.
"Mr Asha never loved you, brother...She just loves her husband." The sound of the barrel vibrating.
"There's no need to tell me anything, Laras. About love, about feelings, I don't need that. I just have enough of it." A cynical smile adorned the lips of Darius that he had advanced in a menacing style.
Darius retreated while tidying up his jacket.
"I give you time to think about it!"
"But I can't go back there, I'm divorced."
"I don't care what your status is, to go back there any way it's your business. But, I just want to see them split up." Darius reached into his pants pocket to retrieve the key to the room.
"I'll be back, so don't try to run from me, Laras." Darius opened the door of the room without looking at Laras, then disappeared behind the door he slammed with a thud.
A momentary barrel like a statue then sat on the floor with his innocent body, crying out profusely in his grief.
In the past, Darius was not like this, when they first met, he was a quiet teenager who did not talk much.
The Giraldi family is one of the most prominent people in the city, they own several Italian restaurants scattered in several major cities because Mr. Giraldy is still of Italian descent.
Mr and Mrs Giraldy have three real children, two sons David and Darius and one daughter Belleza.
Belleza died in a plane crash while returning from Italy to Indonesia, after a vacation to her grandfather's place in Florence, Italy.
Mami Darius was shaken by the death of Belle, who was still young at the age of 14, still in the final level of junior high school.
Belle is the daughter of Giraldy's beloved daughter, the departure of her daughter makes mami Darius depressed, not even talking to anyone for weeks.
Until then, Mr. Giraldy decided to adopt a daughter to divert his wife's ill feelings .
He takes his wife around several orphanages and then Lady Giraldy smiles for the first time when she sees Laras, a beautiful teenager with her long wavy hair and a little blonde, reminding her of Belle's hair.
Laras, living in an orphanage, after school will help work to deliver cake orders to some customers, because in addition to the home where he lives there is a bakery shop.
Laras chose to work part-time there to earn money, he wanted to one day leave the orphanage with a lot of savings, looking for a decent job and living independently.
But fate says something else, the rich mistress Giraldy likes her, she is eventually adopted by the Giraldy family.
That day when he came home from school, Ms. Nining, the orphanage manager and her foster mother took her hand to meet two guests who were looking at her picture.
"Laras alas, from today, God realize your dream, you will have parents who you really want.you will live happily without having to work again with your mini bike under the hot sun...you will have the best life in the world. You won't go hungry anymore, you won't be lonely anymore.you'll be the luckiest kid in the world." Bu Nining chattered while holding Laras hand along the hallway which became the road because on the right left of the hall there are many rooms, there are many rooms, the sound of children boisterous from the compartments of the rooms bounced until the passageway they passed by.
"Do I have to go?" Ask Laras when he saw a medium-sized bag not too big in the hands of another Nining maam, the bag contained several pieces of Baras clothes.
"Honey, you'll meet your new family, they'll make you happy, you'll be fulfilled. You will definitely go to high school and be successful later on. Nothing makes you cry anymore out of fear for your future."
The sentence was recorded clearly in the memory of Laras, a promise and hope he held. Sounds so beautiful.
It was the most beautiful thing he had heard, after all the obsolete stories of his bad past. She was a baby that her parents threw away at the door of the parlour, in a baby bag, in full clothes. A man arrived at dawn holding a baby basket and handed the 11-day-old baby to Ms Nining.
"I'm his father, my name is Hariduan, I'm asking you to leave my son here because I can't take care of him myself. His mother died giving birth to him. I'll work for Kalimantan, and send him a fee. If my son is big enough and I'm capable, I'll come back to get him." A promise made by the man who drove Laras to the orphanage.
"This is the last money I've got, hopefully it can ease the cost of taking care of my baby. Until I send the next money, after I work."
Mr. Hariduan, who claimed to be Laras' father, left 3 million rupees in a shabby envelope.
"Oh, yes.the name is Laras...Laras Rismawati, his mother was eager to name her son by that name..."
Years until Laras was 7 years old, once every three months Mr. Hariduan would send money to the parlour regularly, though not much but at least when the money arrived, Laras will feel hope to meet the father, who is out of nowhere, on the island of Borneo where he works.
That's the story of Ms. Nining, when she was a child. Every day Laras would sit on the porch of the parlor looking out onto the street hoping that his father would pick him up soon. He never got tired of sitting in that rickety wicker chair, hoping that his father would arrive and take him away from the parlour.
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