Turning Hell into Heaven

16. Birth day and loss day

"Dara" Lusi patted slowly on Dara's shoulder.

"Where? can you call?" Connect Lusi who is now sitting in a plastic chair in front of Dara.

Dara shook her head weakly, lowering her head. The two bright brown beads that were shielded by the pliable frame of the lashes began to feel warm by the puddles of tears.

The shadow of Azkia when at home was so happy when she was about to leave for the orphanage made Dara's chest feel narrow, tight.

Today, exactly seven years ago Azkia was born from the womb of Dara who was at that time the birth process was accompanied by her husband, Lukman.

In order to remember and be grateful for his birth and growth until now makes Dara and Azkia want to hold a thanksgiving in an orphanage.

As a child even though Azkia is quite independent even has begun to look like a forerunner to become a strong woman, still on a happy day like this Azkia wants to be with the closest people especially her parents. And that Azkia had told Dara and her father.

What to say. The father's promise, the forthcoming Lukman celebrating the birthday of his eldest daughter lives on as a series of meaningless words.

Dara had tried to contact Lukman because of his delay in picking up Azkia at home. Nil.

Until the time they decided to leave first to the orphanage until now it has been in the place where Lukman intended there is still no news of clarity.

Dara looked around. The children of the home seemed excited to talk to each other, joking ria. Alsava also seemed happy to blend in with them accompanied by Rani.

Deg.

Dara's eyes look at the birthday, Azkia. Dara's tears melted at that time when she saw her eldest daughter who a few moments ago radiated a face full of happy sumringah is now the opposite, Azkia's face was so gloomy. The sadness and disappointment made the happy aura of the little girl disappear instantly.

Lusi who had been following Dara's perspective immediately grasped his best friend's hand and then alternately wiped his tear and on Dara's cheek.

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"Sorry Mom, it will soon enter the time of Dzuhur prayer. The children's event will be continued now or started as Dzuhur Bu?"

A young woman one of the builders at the orphanage politely approached and expressed her intentions to Dara.

"Mother, let's start the show"

Not to mention Dara raised her voice to give an answer, who intended to have already approached and gave her a decision.

"Darling?" Dara's Worry to Azkia.

Azkia sat down on the chair next to Lusi, pulling her forward to advance and had some distance from the presence of Dara, her Mother.

"Mother, it was even from yesterday-yesterday in fact, my sister really wants to want to be with us. Starting from pick up, send here, continue to celebrate the birthday of your brother together. Anyway, everybody wants to be with Dad.."

Azkia was silent for a moment. He fell down and played his fingers. A second later, he looked back at Dara.

"But the word doctor and o'm cute, the most important of the birthday event is not just with whom to celebrate but for what purpose"

Dara stroked her daughter's long black hair which was draped and decorated with a light purple bando.

"What's the purpose, dear?" Ask Dara softly.

"Share the happy belong to Azkia, Mommy, Adek and all of us with the less fortunate ones that are friends in this Mother's home"

Dara spread out both her hands. Azkia threw herself into the warm embrace of a Mother.

"Thank you brother. Thanks darlin. Thank you for being such an amazing kid. Thank you son" Dara's hug to the princess grew even tighter.

There is a sense that is more than just an expression of gratitude and gratitude that Dara can not translate to see her daughter who is able to instantly change the direction of a sadness into joy.

'there will be a reckoning for the grief that came to my daughter as a result of your denial!' Dara's growling in her mind.

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Some of the builders seemed to talk to each other warmly with Susi, mbok Inem and Rani while enjoying the food they brought from some of Azkia's favorite stores.

Similarly, Mr. Saleh and other orphanage builders. They chatted casually in the terrace area of the home in accompanied by some treats.

While from the hall room of the orphanage sounded a cry of joyous laughter belonging to the tiny creatures without sin. The two children Dara, Azkia and Alsava seemed to mingle with the orphanage children in accompanied by doctors Angga and Radit who were invited in this event.

Dara who sees from a distance is not able to stem the tears to see the happiness of her children.

Finally, even without the presence of the figure of the father who had been expected in the future, the celebration of Azkia's birth anniversary to seven years went smoothly without any significant obstacles.

Azkia seemed pleased as did all the residents of the parlour and some invited guests.

Every now and then, Dara smiles a little to watch the behavior of doctors Angga and Radit who look ridiculous to make children laugh.

'om doctor and o'm cute, thank you. without any advice from you my daughter may still be in the thickets of grief'

Inner Dara when he realized that the intervention of the two men who were considered as his new friend, he, doctor Angga and Radit was one of the reasons for the event was held in accordance with expectations because previously there were obstacles.

Drtts. Drtts. Drtts

Some notification notifications that came from Dara's phone a while ago to the number of times he re-entered.

Dara asked what was going on. Why so many. Finally he also looked at the sophisticated screen that was in his grasp.

The smile that had previously decorated Dara's lips several times now turned into a cynical smile when he found out the source of the notification notification from his cellphone was an upload from the social media of his husband, Lukman, and his wife,

Finally got a friend to play ball😄

Welcome my twin son, junior Lukman Gentala and thank you @kikichan you are the greatest woman I have ever had

"Ohhh so that, can the new child forget to have another child!"

Dara looked over to the origin of the voice. It turns out that without realizing it, Lusi participated in watching what Dara witnessed from the sophisticated screen of an android-titled communication tool.

"The day of the birth of her child is at once a day of loss for her Si" muttered Dara.

"What do you mean, Dara?"

Lusi was also worried that his bad thoughts were playing around in his head about what Dara would do.

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