You My Bucin's

78. Sorry and honesty

Trings

The sound of incoming messages made Nirmala immediately check her phone. He didn't know who sent him the message because it was an unknown number.

......Unknown......

Unknown number:

You are an evil mother for making your child suffer.

Nirmala stared at the message fearing, she thought her illness would come back.

Unknown number:

Because you who always make Alya in pain finally he has a very deadly disease.

Unknown number:

Blood cancer

The woman typed with trembling hands, she was frightened, she never wanted to hurt her own child, she loved Alya and also Amelya.

^^^Me:^^^

^^^Who are you?^^^

^^^Me:^^^

^^^What do you want?^^^

Instead of answering the sender of the message instead gave him an address.

Unknown number:

Pelita hospital, orchid room no. 31

Nirmala picked up her bag and ordered a taxi online. He did not know what he said was true or not, the most important thing now was that he had to confirm it himself.

Nirmala took out a book and pen from her bag, this is one way of therapy for her disease so as not to relapse. Usually he would write down the feelings that were going on at the moment, a kind of diary. At least this could calm him a little bit compared to earlier.

"Lord, have I been so outrageous to my own son?" The woman looked down with tears dripping through the paper filled with writing.

"Silence you son of a shit carrier!" nirmala Benthic.

The fourteen-year-old girl looked down in fear as she twisted her hand. "Sorry mother."

Irritated, Nirmala threw away a bunch of paper in her hand right on her daughter's face.

"Stupid! what are the benefits of living here, huh? it's just the shame that just makes me depressed" Nirmala said.

"You shouldn't live with you, you love aunt Dinda and not you, I also if you can choose better to have a mother like aunt Dinda" said the girl ventured.

"Amely!"

Plakk

His right cheek was red from his mother's slap, the corner of his lips torn to blood because the slap was too strong. But Amelya, the girl smiled at her mother.

"Mommy doesn't have a father, but you still have me, right? I love mom."

Turning to the memories of the past that painted the face of fear from his favorite daughter, Alya.

"Mother don't!" alya shouted in fear.

Frustrated Nirmala picked up the broken glass scattered on the floor, she looked at her daughter in annoyance. She is upset that Alya has always been the most important woman in Aryan's life, but not the woman who gave birth to her.

Nirmala thought after she gave birth to a successor for her Aryan would look a little at her and consider herself to exist. But in reality he was getting away, even all the harmonious things created were just pseudo.

"Mother's out!" Alya shouted back with a small ringing from her lips.

"You're the son of a fucking carrier! because of you my life is ruined," Nirmala snapped.

She tried to slash her daughter's wrist, she was like a fidelity, her eyes were shining flames of anger in the absence of mercy.

Tests...

Fresh blood dripped onto the floor a sign that he had managed to injure his daughter.

Just like Amelya, the girl instead of hating herself smiled with a ringing on her lips.

"How come I'm sick with Alya if it can indeed make mother calm, Alya dear mother."

Nirmala woke up from her daydream because of the sound of a taxi driver entering her eardrum. After paying he finally came out and arrived at the address sent by an anonymous person.

Just wanted to cross suddenly a car traveling at an above average speed hit his fragile body. He was struck with bones that felt crumpled.

His gaze blurred along with the dark shadows of the past, he cried lamenting his life story, but even more sad was that he could not make his two daughters happy.

"Alya, Melya, I love you too."

...*****...

Amelya sobbed outside the ER room, she could not feel calm to make him go back and forth at the door of her room. She is afraid that her mother's life cannot be saved, she has not had time to apologize to her mother for past mistakes. He's really scared.

"Who are you waiting for?"

The girl was silent, surprised to see someone reprimanding her.

"Who's Mel? who's in ugd?"

He bowed with a small sob of his lips, "Mother accident, she's on the floor now."

The man's face was shocked, the woman next to him was no less surprised even he covered his mouth in disbelief.

The woman immediately grabbed Amelya's body channeling power for her. "You have patience Mel, Aunt Dinda will be here for you."

"Tools-"

"Gak Din, you should have Nemenin Alya in his room instead of this child," said Aryan.

Dinda looked disappointed at her husband, "Alya has improved Ar, Melya needs more because she has no one but her mother," she said.

"After all, she's not her real mother, she probably cried just because she was surprised, not because she was a baby." Aryan stared in dislike at Melya who sobbed in the arms of the wife. "He's the adopted son who made Alya like this!" snapped it.

Enough, Melya was tired of being accused like this, maybe she used to be evil but now she wants to change. He wants to hug his sister, he wants to be hugged by his father, he wants everyone to like him with his current version. Enough is enough, he'll tell the truth.

"She's not my adoptive mother, she's my real mother as long as you know!"

Silenced by the words of the teenage girl, Aryan is still digesting what is really happening at this time as well as Dinda.

"Me and Alya twin brothers, Alya lucky to be able to live decent lives with both parents, while I?" Melya chuckled lamenting her bad luck, "I was dumped in the parlour because I was not the chosen child. Had I been a male mother would have brought me before my father as the successor of the company, unfortunately God is not as good as I am."

"You're lying, you're not bragging!" shouted Aryan who was trying not to be eaten with the words of the girl in front of him.

"This is one of the reasons I'm afraid to tell the truth, because in the end I'm going to be the most wrong person among the wrong ones" he said.

Melya reached into her pocket to pick up a flat object that contained the truth about Alya and Melya's true identities, a certificate that she and Alya were twin sisters.

He gave his phone to Aryan, "You can read this right?" tanyakanya.

The man read carefully then shook his head slowly, "no, there's no way you're my son. Even the doctor said I only had an only child, only Alya."

It felt futile that he was telling the truth, because in the end no one believed him.

"Look Al, you don't want to admit me as his son, but you're always the first number that you're proud of, as well as your mother. Lucky life lo Al."