White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

Traces of the past

A middle-aged man appeared to be lying weakly with a paled face. His consciousness had not returned since two days ago.

Now......

In the residence of the Praja Bekti family, he will really know the real hell.

Surya Rahadi's......

he was the result of a relationship outside the marriage of the late Yusman and the late Sukma.

Now, both of his parents had fused with the land. Did you know that the world gives him so much suffering?

His life had been shuffled through a steep and twisting path. Suffering and life are lacking, as if to be his life friend.

Sometimes, he envied seeing so many children growing up with the affection of his parents.

Moderate Surya......

He had not had time to get affection and know the face of his parents directly, now his parents are gone. Leaving the millions of questions he kept alone in the recesses of his heart.

Never ask what hell he went through to get to this point.

Never ask what she feels as long as she breathes.

No family cares.

He was even forcibly separated from his parents.

At his side, Jelita looked at the body nanar whose age was not much different from her.

The man in front of Jelita is an illegitimate child resulting from an affair between his late father and his second wife.

If the Goddess is born in a marriage relationship, then not with Surya. I don't know what kind of madness his papa did in the past, which Jelita clearly felt disgusted to know new facts about Yusman.

From this Jelita can conclude that, the love of the late father and stepmother is so very large, that it can hit the storm and does not hesitate to violate the norms of society. Can Jelita dig Yusman's grave and yell angrily at his past misfortune?

Although Jelita herself felt she was not holy enough, due to her stupidity in adolescence to cause Arlan and Ariana born.

Wh why? Why even in a state of death, Yusman and Sukma still leave a problem that is quite strange?

Jelita could not imagine, how shocked the Goddess if later this fact reached his ears.

Remembering the Goddess, Jelita's guilt came to the surface. It covered his pretty fragile heart.

"Eeeeggghhhh...."

Groans just came out of Surya's mouth even though his eyes were still closed.

Jelita focused her gaze on Surya's face. If looked deeper, the line of his face is so similar to his late father, Yusman Nugraha.

Slowly, Surya's eyelids opened. Her eyes moved slowly observing the ceiling of the room. Accidentally, he captured the silhouette of a woman he knew so well as the rightful owner of the relics of his parents' possessions.

Recalling this, a bitter smile flashed perfectly on his lips.

"Why am I still alive?

You should've killed me right then and there".

Speak with a loud voice.

He no longer felt pain in his arm.

All that no longer feels meaningful on appeal to the pain he suffered so far.

"You think, once you've dropped into the trouble you've made with me, I'll let you die?

Jelita answered in a flat voice and looked at her flat face. There are no emotional ripples. There was no cynical impression, no impression of rife, no impression of wrath, and no impression that he was hurt.

"You don't know what hell I've been going through all this time? I even lived a life of torment.

Shall I mock you, what pain and misery have I felt all my life for you?"

Surya said with a weakened tone. Her eyes screamed out her eyes.The sea of her face screamed out in pain. And his voice implies pain.

"Go ahead and I'll be a good listener. Good listener even if you make my son the raw material of your target".

Not far from them, Kara and Radhi observed closely. Their eyes never escaped the two.

Not because of what, Radhi and Kara who have known Jelita's explosive character, so worried if the woman can not control herself.

"I've been living in an orphanage since I was a baby...."

The look of Surya's eyes nyalang, looking away the journey of his life.

"Until I was a teenager I looked for myself, dug up my identity, and tried to dismantle the real status I had".

"It's not easy.

Until I learned about my ins and outs, that I was a child born outside of marriage. Oma and opa, do not want to share a little information about father and mother.

My journey is always deadlocked.

And when I found out everything, apparently I was never wanted and expected to be in his presence.

Father and mother are well-off, and I live in need.

Even for meals, I had already started working part-time while I was in school".

"If you ask me well, maybe I'll give you a little treasure. Unfortunately....

You'd rather go the wrong way.

So don't blame me if you have to accept your punishment for daring to threaten my son's safety".

Jelita got up and left. Although his steps were steady without a sound, even though his face was flat, but the lightening of his eyes implied a wound.

Radhi was silent. He knows that his wife is currently in mourning.

Towards her private workspace, Jelita grabbed a photo album neatly tucked away in the bottom corner of the back sideboard of her chair.

Opening it slowly, then remembering many moments of my past he was small, when his late mother Ambar Sayu was still alive.

Jelita's eyes stare at a picture of her, Ambar and Yusman.

As strong and tough as Jelita was, she was basically fragile as well.

In his rabble slowly the photo with his trembling fingers, as his shoulders were shaking violently.

His memory re-explores the traces of the past that are now newly revealed.

"Why?

Why is it that even when you die, you still sow a wound in my heart, pa?

Whyyy?".

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