
"Relax your heart, son. Just follow Dad's will." Adisty hugged the princess who looked weak.
There was only a blank stare inside the eyeball of that twenty-one-year-old girl.
"I'm numb, Mom. I don't care about my life anymore. I just want to die, even Dad doesn't know my current condition is because of Raymond," Dara said. Close his eyes until the melt by melt water drops in the beautiful eyeball.
"Mom understands, Son. Actually your father and this family don't want a daughter that's why he doesn't like your presence that he thinks is unlucky."
Dara stared fixedly at her mother's two beads. He was a little surprised to hear the mother's confession.
"Because of that, you want me to get out of this house?" dara's question came after knowing the mother's confession.
"There's more, my daughter," said Adisty who turned her body towards the picture frame on the room table.
"Your birth was thought to be the cause of death of your father's son Dimas from his first wife" Adisty said, wiping Dimas's picture.
"I mean, Mother? What has Dara ever done, Mom? Why doesn't Dara remember anything?" dara's body suddenly trembled. Both hands were afraid.
Maybe he's a dangerous killer like his mother said just now.
"It's not like that, Dara. That time when he was about six months old, your stroller slipped from the grasp of Dimas who was guarding you with Aunt Tika."
"Aunty Tika?" dara asked frowning.
"Yes, he was the one who actually took care of you that day at the iron gate up ahead. Aunt Tika was busy chatting with her boyfriend and handed the stroller to Dimas who was seven years old at the time."
Dara nodded her head.
"Become understood, Mom. Dara doesn't know what to do. Dara really doesn't want this, Mom. Dara was afraid of Raymond, the man was just like Dad, cruel and cruel."
Grief, pain and the bitterness of life are common Dara lived even physical violence is no longer a common thing. Every night he wept so that no one would hear him how painful his heart was.
A sick body is no longer felt due to clumping inner pain.
Adisty pulled Dara's head on her lap. In the rubbing of the head of the cute girl lightly lined up. If I could replace Dara, Adisty would be the poor girl.
You'll find your happiness, son. Be patient longer until that time comes...
Dara was asleep, crying all day and beaten his father made Dara seem exhausted.
Adisty moved Dara's head basket and then took a cold Cream to smear Dara's face that had turned blue so that the pain was reduced.
Just finished Adisty was shocked by the sound of a bang from outside.
"Don't lie to me, Om. Or your magnificent house is flat on the ground."
That's Raymond's voice. His sharp nature makes Herlambang's guts shrivel. Among the men he was betrothed to Dara was Raymond who was fierce and forced to want to be with Dara.