You Are My Life (You are My Life)

Dad, Mother Na Misses!

The apartment that Bima meant was indeed different from the apartment that Hasna knew. The apartment that managed to make Hasna again feel the trauma.

"You sleep there, little children should not sleep too late" said Bima

Hisham twists his lazy eyeball "Say if you want to be alone, I know how"

"Where's the room?" ask Hisham again

Bima pointed to a door at the end of the room "There, you sleep there"

Hisham even wanted to tease Bima who was very bucolic to his sister. "Emmm. Brother Na, I slept yuk. She's afraid to sleep alone in a new place"

Hasna frowned confusedly, her sister was not a timid child. Hisham never asked to be accompanied by sleep, even since the death of their parents, Hisham never asked to be accompanied by sleep.

"Cock tumben Syam?" ask Hasna

Bima glanced sharply at his sister-in-law, Hisham just smiled casually as he got a sharp glare from Bima.

"Hehe. Joking Brother, Syam sleeps alone" said Hisham, he stepped into the room indicated by Bima. However, before he got to the door Hisham's steps stopped "Don't do anything beyond bounds to my Brother. Remember that!"

Bima was quite surprised by Hisham's words. Hisham could say that mature, as if he was Hasna's protector.

"You're lucky to have a sister like her" Bima said with a faint smile on her lips, she looked at Hisham's missing back behind the closed door.

Hasna nodded and smiled "She's everything to me, so I can't leave her or leave my responsibility to her just for my own happiness"

Bima turned to the girl standing next to him, finally Bima knew why Hasna until now had not been invited to marry. Perhaps one of the reasons is Hisham, Hasna is afraid that later Hisham will trouble her husband.

"Sit down first yuk" Bima asked, she took Hasna's hand and took her to a sofa in the middle room. A big television was on the wall.

"So, is that why you always refuse when I ask you to get married?" ask Bima directly at the point.

Hasna looked down, it was true that was the reason Hasna always refused Bima's invitation to marry. She was afraid that her husband would be overwhelmed by Hisham's existence.

Bima clasped Hasna's hand, grabbed the girl's chin and raised her face "Look at me, why did you make Hisham an excuse?"

"I'm just afraid that someday you will be overwhelmed by Hisham's existence and Hisham's school fees" Hasna explained, finally being able to say everything she has been damning in her heart all this time.

Bima sighed, so all this time this is why Hasna always refused Bima's invitation to marry "Listen to me, want you to have ten sisters. I will still accept it, let alone this is only Hisham. I will accept it and love it"

Hasna looked at Bima with teary eyes. He was so lucky to have a man like Bima. The man in charge and ready to accept his sister. That's all, more than enough for me.

"Thank you, dear" Hasna immediately poured into Bima's arms "Thank you for accepting Hisham. But..."

Bima frowned when she heard the word 'but' coming out of Hasna's mouth. But, moreover? Is it possible that Hasna still has something that makes her hesitant to be able to marry Bima?

Hasna's eyeballs moved uneasily, she was afraid to say that. Hasna seemed hesitant to say it, as if everything she was about to say was the thing that would make Bima leave her. Hasna doesn't want it if it happens.

"Say Asna! What else are you afraid of?" press Bima by staring fixed Hasna eyeballs.

Hasna sighed before she said everything. "Emmm. Will you accept my past? It might be a big influence someday on your good name and your job"

My past is so dark, I don't even want to remember it anymore, if I can. But baby, I can't forget it. I am the son of a corrupt man who committed suicide with his wife.

Bima knows now, let alone who Hasna is afraid of their marriage. Hasna is only afraid that her past will have a bad impact someday on Bima's work is also her good name.

Bima further tightened his grip on Hasna's hand, looking fixedly at Hasna's eyeball "I already knew about it, and I accepted it. I don't care what happens someday. I just thought we could get married now. For the problems that come in the future, then we can face it together"

Hasna was more and more moved to hear Bima's words, her lover really accepted all of her past. Unable to say anything more, Hasna was only able to scatter back into Bima's arms and cry there. The full cry of joy and gratitude because the destiny of God has brought him and Bima together. Such a kind and sincere man. Accepting all his shortcomings, even his dark past. Bima can accept it.

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Finally after everything was resolved, Hasna chose to rest immediately. Bima delivered her girl to the room she had prepared. Let Hasna be alone first.

Cup

Bima kissed Hasna's forehead gently "Rest, you must be tired"

Hasna nodded softly "You also rest yes, good night"

"Good night"

Hasna closed the bedroom door after Bima passed away. He turned his body and looked at every corner of the room. Just like the Bima residence that Hasna had visited before. Silent, deserted.. There are no decorations or photos hanging on the walls of the room. Really lonely.

Hasna sat on the bedside, suddenly the shadow of her past came back. 15-year-old girl who has to win everything by herself. Being a father and mother at once for his sister. Replacing his parents to carry out his responsibilities as Brother, Father and Mother as well as for Hisham.

Hasna's life was too tiring all along, only she could still cover everything. Still able to appear cheerful in front of many people, as if nothing had happened to him.

Hix...Hix..

Finally the cry broke out as well, only with this could Hasna vanish all the tightness in her chest. Crying when alone like this, no one knows or sees this weakness. Hasna only wanted to put out all the burdens that had befallen her, too tight in her chest if she did not let out all the tightness with tears. This is all Hasna can do.

Dad, Mother Na misses!

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