
A Few Days Later.
Aaric walked lethargicly into his large mansion but it felt very quiet and quiet when the time was still showing at half-nine p.m.
"Son."
Aaric was surprised to hear his mother's voice calling, he saw that unlike usual his mother was sitting in the front seat of his room as if waiting for him.
"Mother, what are you doing here? why aren't you sleeping?"
"Something I want to tell you."
Aaric sighed, he then sat down on the chair beside his mother.
"I know what you're going to say" said Aaric slowly.
Winda was silent for a moment.
"Grandmother is waiting for you to bring your future wife here to be introduced to us, she seems to be impatient. "
"I know," replied Aaric quietly as he lowered his head.
"But I know you're not really close to a woman."
Aaric lowered his head.
"Son, since your promise to her grandmother lately is so happy and excited, she even takes her medicine regularly, she says she doesn't want to die yet and still wants to live a long life to see your child."
"It's very different when you say if you still don't want to get married, grandma looks sad and desperate, she doesn't even take her medicine so her illness is back again."
Aaric covered his face with both hands.
"We can't keep going like this, don't let grandma expect anything uncertain" she added.
Aaric was silent for a moment.
"Mother." Aaric saw his mother.
"I leave everything to my mother" said Aaric resignedly.
"You mean son?" ask Winda not understand.
"Find me a woman who's fit to conceive my son."
Winda seemed to gasp at Aaric's words.
"You mean you're ready to be married?" tanya Winda tried to guess.
Aaric.
Winda looks radiant.
"Is that really my son?"
"Yes Mom. I leave everything to Mom, let's make Grandma happy."
The queen approached her son closer.
"Finally, you decided something was right, son," said Winda as he hugged her.
"Many of my best friend's children are definitely willing to marry you, they are beautiful and definitely fit you because they are not random people, they are one level with us, the daughter of a rich businessman, anyway you must--"
"Mother." Aaric cut off his mother's conversation.
"Mother, I mean that insemination program," continued Aaric.
"What?" Winda looked shocked.
"Find me the woman I want to get my seed and give birth to my son because Grandma only wants grandchildren, right?"
Winda.
"But kid-"
"For anything else let me take care of it if the child is born, just say it's the child of my secret marriage, all young businessmen like me must have had a marriage scandal covered."
"Does this mean you don't want to get married?" ask Linda seriously.
"I will definitely marry Mom, it's just that I want to marry the woman of my own choice because I love, want and need her, not marry like this, because of the coercion of others."
"Then what are we going to say to Grandma?"
Aaric sighed softly.
"Let's just say that me and the inseminated woman are married secretly. We have to lie, ma'am." Aaric looked full of regret.
Winda was silent again.
"Alright then, son," said Winda slowly.
Aaric nodded.
"Oh yes Mom, make sure to find the right woman, because she will give birth to my child so find a woman who deserves to be the mother of my child, make sure also she will shut her mouth after the child is born, I have to pay him a lot so he doesn't open his mouth to anyone else because after my son is born we won't be in touch with him anymore."
Winda nodded slowly.
"I trust everything to you, tell me when everything's ready, and for the doctor, I'll get Doctor Dani, my confidant to take care of everything about that artificial insemination."
"Son, I realize what we're about to do is wrong, I know you're forced to accept this mother's idea for grandma's sake, but I hope it's for the best."
Aaric nodded.
"Yes, it's all for Grandma's sake."
***
"How's it?" tanya Winda gently looked at the girl in front of him who had seemed silent from thinking hard.
"May I think about it?" asked the plain girl in a soft and trembling voice.
"of course. But I'll only give you two days because I don't have much time left, I hope you accept it because you're the type of woman I'm looking for."
The girl nodded slowly.
"Alright, I'll be back in two days, but if you wish before the time period I give you runs out and you've made up your mind, please contact me at this number." Winda gave the girl a business card.
The girl received it with slightly trembling hands.
"Think carefully, the fate of this orphanage is now in your hands" said Winda before leaving.
The girl nodded as she lowered her head when Winda left.
Naina Haya's
That's the name Farida gave me, the head of the Orphanage in a baby girl who had just been found because she had been left intentionally by someone in front of the gate of the Orphanage that she was in nineteen years ago.
Like other babies and children who have the same fate where they have to grow up without a biological parent figure beside them, Naina grows up in the Panti neighborhood, cared for and raised with an abundance of affection by Farida and other caretakers.
Days change, time goes on fast, Naina grows into a cute and beautiful little girl, making almost every prospective foster parent who comes to adopt a child fall in love with her, naina is taken several times and adopted by several families, but it is not until three days that they return and return Naina to Farida. All of them have the same reason, because Naina who is constantly crying because she wants to return to Panti, back to Farida's mother who has been considered like her own birth mother.
That's all because the closeness between the two is too attached unlike the other children makes Naina really love Farida and do not want to part with him, he said, likewise with Farida who is actually also very heavy to give Naina to prospective foster parents.
Farida finally makes a decision that if Naina will not be given to anyone else for adoption, she wants Naina to stay in the parlour with her and help her take care of the other children, until finally until the age of now who turned nineteen years old.
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Naina sits limp under the shade of a tree while looking at a group of orphanage children playing in the field, she recalls the words of Winda's mother, a parlour permanent donor who asked her to be willing to rent out her womb.
"For the sake of the orphanage not to be evicted and closed, for the sake of the Mother who is now sickly, and for the sake of the children so as not to be abandoned, I must accept the offer of the mother of Winda, I must accept the offer of the mother of Winda, because this is the only way out."