
Sukma told Bik Khodijah everything, telling him to hide the secret meetings only those who know.
Time passed so quickly, a year later Martha again contained her second baby she hoped that the second child was God gifted a man, as her husband wished.
Every day Martha contacted Sukma asking about the situation of her beloved daughter, as well as during the holidays she visited Sukma's house, Jessica was also very close to her, and so was she, Martha was so claustrophobic when Jessica began to be able to speak and call her Aunt.
That afternoon Marco came home earlier than usual, his face also looked very happy, a smile adorned his handsome face at that time, he hugged his wife who was pregnant old.
“Papa has good news for us,” Marco said.
“Oya, what is it?” ask Martha.
“We move to A city next week,” replied Marco smiling as usual.
“Why rush once Pa, what's up?” martha asked, hiding her sadness.
“Our Office development has finished Ma, especially what we have to wait, our home installments there have also been paid off,” replied Marco.
Martha is unable to speak, her mind is raging between the child and husband, both equally meaningful in her life, she contacts Sukma telling her everything Marco talked about earlier.
“You take it easy Tha, I promise I will take care of her like I take care of my own son.” Sukma.
“Am I strong away from my son Sukma?” martha asked, tears adorning her cheeks.
“You can come here anytime,” said Sukma.
Martha had no other choice, inevitably she still had to agree to the decision Marco took. Martha met her son the last time before they moved to the city.
Years passed so quickly, Martha who began to rarely visit Jessica, contacted him also rarely only once a month if there was one. During his move to the city, only once he visited it was because Darwin had a school holiday, Martha missed Jessica very much. In the morning Martha got a call from an unknown number.
“Halo ..” greet Martha.
“This is Madame Martha?” ask the woman behind the phone.
“Yes, who is this?” ask Martha.
“It's My Bik Khodijah Mistress.” It was Bik Khodijah who contacted Martha.
“What's Bik?” ask Martha.
“Sorry to disturb Madam, I just want to tell Bu Sukma has died 3 days ago,” said Bik Khodijah.
“Why new now Aunty you guys?” martha asked her eyes began to tear up.
“I don't know Madam's number, forgive me,” said Bik Khodijah sadly.
“What happened to Sukma Bik?” ask Martha.
“Mother is bleeding heavily, her life is not helped,” replied Bik Khodijah.
“What baby is Bik?” ask Martha.
“Alright Mistress, her daughter is very beautiful, very similar to mother,” Bik Khodijah's cry broke.
Martha could not hold back her crying, she was eager to go see the condition of her son and his best friend's son but what could be done, Martha had no reason to return to her hometown, she said, Marco will definitely not give him permission.
“I'm sorry, right now I can't go there please take care of Sukma's son and also my son Bik,” pinta Martha.
It was the last conversation between Bik Khodijah and Martha.
3 Years later Martha is on vacation with Darwin to her hometown, how shocked Martha is, she finds no one there, no one in the house. No one knows where they are moving.
Martha searched for their whereabouts, years changed but Martha no longer met their son last time when Jessica was 5 years old.
Bik Khodijah recalled all the past events, but 14 years later. Jessica was in high school at Junior High. The sukma is pregnant again. It was then that Bik Khodijah learned that Jessica was not Sukma's son.
That night, after Sukma gave birth to Asmira normally, she was bleeding profusely. Darmawan Sukma's husband was very upset.
The doctor immediately dealt with Sukma, but nothing could be done, all efforts had been deployed but fate said otherwise. Asmira's life was beyond help.
Sukma says that Jessica is not Martha's son to Bik Khodijah. Sukma put a bracelet in Jessica's small hand that read Martha's name, the bracelet was a sign of their friendship first.
But when Sukma fell asleep for a moment, when he woke up there was no more bracelet in the hands of the child. Sukma dreamed he saw a birthmark behind Jessica's ear, but when he saw there was no sign on the baby in front of him. With guilt towards Martha. Sukma hid the problem.
Bik Khodijah is confused, how he tells Martha, he is afraid to ruin Martha's happiness. Martha was very happy to hear about Jessica's childhood.
However, Bik Khodijah must tell the truth what he knows. For too long Martha had not known the truth.
Bik Khodijah exhaled slowly, gathering all his confidence to tell all the past.
“Actually Jessica is not a mother's child,” said Bik Khodijah.
Martha's eyes widened to hear Bik Khodijah's words, Asmira was as surprised as Martha how Jessica could not be Martha's son.
Martha's phone rang.
Papa's.
“Halo Ma,” Sapa Marco.
“What's Pa?” ask Martha.
“Mama go home right?” ask Marco.
“Not yet know Pa, he wants to go home,” said Martha.
Along with Martha who got a call from Marco, as well as Asmira, Darwin contacted her.
“Sayang ..” say hello Darwin.
“Iya Mas ... What is it?” ask Asmira.
“I have good news” said Darwin.
“What is it, Mas?” ask Asmira curiously.
“Painting mbak Jessica sell at fantastic prices dear,” Darwin said.
"Painting by Jessica, where did you get it?” asmira asked in surprise.
“I'm sorry ... I took one of Jessica's paintings at your house,” Darwin said.
“Mas ... You are really yes!” Asmira.
“Do you want to see Jessica succeed?” ask Darwin.
“Mau ..” sahut Asmira.
“Ya continue?” ask Darwin.
Asmira fell silent, she really wanted Jessica to be successful, that was her dream from the beginning.
“You take it easy, mbak Jessica would agree the paintings are sold, if she wants to continue her dream I want to make a Gallery for her,” said Darwin.
“Mas serious?” ask Asmira for joy.
“Serious dong,” Darwin replied.
“Later to talk to Jessica deh Mas,” Asmira said.
Darwin ends their conversation, Asmira looks very happy smile adorning her beautiful face if not because Hardi might have been a famous painter today but what can make destiny say otherwise.
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