VIRA (Viki And Nara)

ViRA 112's

Mr. Smith looked at the few photos in his hands with a sad look. "Kayla." he muttered softly. Without notice, Mr. Smith's tears slid perfectly down his cheeks.

Too focused staring at the photo of Kayla (Nara). And too late in feeling guilty, Mr. Smith didn't realize someone was coming into his room.

Madam Binta looked at the husband intensely. "What papa is looking at. Even the sound of knocking on the door from me and he did not hear." said Madam Binta lirih.

Before entering the husband's room, Mrs Binta knocked on the door first. She did not enter, even though she was the wife of Mr. Smith.

Madam Binta was just anticipating. If the husband is receiving guests. He certainly does not want to be judged to have no manners by others.

Especially when he came. Madam Binta did not see the secretary on her desk. Maybe the secretary has a need.

In fact, the sound of high hell Madam Binta who collided with ceramics did not make Mr. Smith avert his eyes.

Mr. Smith was surprised not to play, when someone's hand took a picture of Nara from his hand. "Mama" said Mr. Smith, wiping away the tears left on his cheeks.

Madam Binta put the bushel in her hand on the workbench, Pour Smith. Then he looked at a picture he had just taken of his husband.

Madam Binta turned her eyes to the husband. Of course, I asked for an explanation. Because it is impossible if the photo of a girl is the affair of the husband.

If you see, the hadith in the photo is indeed more worthy of being their child. That's what Mrs Binta thought.

Moreover, Mr. Smith looked at her with a sad look, even Madam Binta saw there were tears on the cheeks of the husband. Although Mr. Smith immediately eliminated it.

Mr. Smith sighed. "Papa will explain, we're sitting there." Mr. Smith asked his wife.

In the chair, Madam Binta was still silent and staring at the goal towards the husband. Mr. Smith clasped the wife's palm.

"A few days ago, a man came to me. He asked me to be the marriage guardian of a young girl." explained Mr. Smith.

Madam Binta was silent. Now, he knows. Who is the beautiful woman in the photo. He was the son of the husband along with his first wife.

"His stepfather." guess Madame Binta. Mr. Smith shook his head slowly.

"The man who will marry her" said Mr. Smith.

Madam Binta nodded slowly. "Maybe the family doesn't want to see papa on their own. So that the bride-to-be who should come here. It's disrespectful." said Mrs Binta inwardly.

"alone?" ask Mrs Binta again, who knows the man came with relatives of the ex-wife of the husband.

Mr. Smith shook his head slowly. "Self" replied Mr. Smith.

"Then Kayla." asked Mrs Binta, because before marrying Mrs Binta, Mr. Smith had told her everything. Without exception.

Sir Smith lowered his head. "Pa." call Madam Binta, see the husband's shoulder shake. Which indicates that Mr. Smith is crying.

This was the first time in her life, Madam Binta saw her husband shed tears. "Pa." call Mrs Binta again.

"He hates papa. Ma." said Mr. Smith.

"No. Not Vanya." said Mr. Smith still lowered his head.

"Kayla hasn't lived with them all this time" said Mr Smith, looking at the wife's face.

It looks like Mrs Binta is confused by the husband's words. Mr. Smith took a long breath. Raise his head.

"Kaya was banished by Vanya" said Mr. Smith, closing his eyes.

Reflex, Madam Binta rewinded her sitting position and covered her mouth using her palm. "Pa, don't joke." said Mrs Binta.

Words that make no sense. That's what Madam Binta had in mind. "A biological mother who may be able and willing to do it. Vanya gave birth to her." said Mrs Binta.

"But that's what happened. Kayla's been dumped in the slums since she was ten." explains Mr. Smith.

Soon Madam Binta took a picture of Nara back. Stare at him intensely with each photo of Nara. "Isn't this in a fancy restaurant" said Mrs Binta.

"Viki. Viki Radika Mahendra's. He's the man who came to papa." said Mr. Smith.

Madam Binta's body felt limp hearing this reality. Not because of Viki. Except Nara was wasted.

"I'm sorry mom" said Mrs Binta regretfully. Mr. Smith stared at the wife who suddenly apologized to him.

"If you didn't forbid papa. Surely things won't be like this. We can raise Kayla together." - Miss Binta.

He recalled that he once forbade the husband to deal with the Vanya family, his ex-wife. In any form.

Not because Madam Binta hates them. But Madam Binta just anticipates. He was afraid that if the husband often met his ex-wife, the seeds of love between them would reappear.

"I'm sorry mom" said Madam Binta.

Soon Mr. Smith hugged his wife. "No, mama's not wrong." lipur the husband, calm Madam Binta.

"Pa, we need to see Kayla immediately." said Mrs Binta.

"The father wants it too. But Viki said that Kayla didn't want to see papa." said Mr. Smith in a soft voice.

Madam Binta unraveled her embrace. "Viki. Wasn't he the son of Mr. Hendra and Mrs Rahma. We can ask them for help. Or, we go straight to their residence. Mama is sure, Kayla lives with them." explains Mrs Binta.

"Thank you, I'd like to accept Kayla" said Mr. Smith.

"It's redemption from your mother's guilt. In fact, duku we have a chance. Raising Kayla and Renggo together. If only, then mama was not selfish." explained Mrs Binta.

"Vanya. Really, what kind of woman is she. Throw away her own daughter. Married a widower with one child." growled Madam Binta.

"It is ma." said Mr. Smith.

"Origin papa knows. Vanya loved her stepson very much. Melva. The famous artist. Mama thinks she's a loving woman. Turns out, it's all just masks." annoyed Madame Binta.