Aksara For Arsyilla
Bitter Honesty
The traffic of the capital in the morning, in fact it is very smooth. So that less than half an hour driving, now a Mercedes Benz S600 Maybach stopped at a two-story house that looks so beautiful. The house looks beautiful and cool with the many flowers that adorn the fence area.
While in the luxury car, the girl was reluctant to get out. There is a fear of facing both parents. However, there was no way he would continue to stay inside that luxurious car. With a heavy sigh, the girl finally opened the car door. Followed by the man who followed him.
Slowly open the gate, and then walk towards the main door. His hands were raised and greeted his parents.
"Mama, Papa .. I'm home." she said with a slight shout.
From behind the exit was a couple who were no longer young, but both looked young. Age is just a number, but both look young and fit. However, with increasing age, in fact does not reduce the intimacy and harmony of both.
"Darling, are you home?" greet the Mama.
"Papa, find you. Fortunately, this morning, you picked up the phone, otherwise Papa will report to the police and complain that this Papa Princess is missing" said the Papa.
However, the warm greeting of the two girls' parents simply vanished when he realized there was a man standing behind his daughter.
"Who's Honey?" ask her mother.
The girl was confused to explain who the man behind her was. She bit her inner lip, trying to find the right reason to explain everything that happened last night to Papa and Mama.
Feeling that the child was silent, the middle-aged couple invited their guests to enter first.
"Let's go in first, cook should also stand in front of the door like this?" said the mother so gently.
Finally the girl and the man entered the house. Now the four are together sitting on a sofa in the living room.
"Whose name are you, son?" papa Radit asked the man who came early to his house with his only daughter, Arsyilla.
"I'm Aksara, Om .." said the man who was apparently named Aksara.
"You're Arsyilla's friend, aren't you?" this time it was Mama Khaira's turn to ask Arsyilla's friend Aksara.
"It's not Ma .. I don't know why I'm with him myself." Arsyilla said, who really doesn't know how she ended up with the man who is now in her house.
"Then, who? How is it possible if not a friend you two can be together?" mama Khaira asked her daughter again.
The same thing, Radit also began to highlight the young man who was now sitting in front of him. In his mind, Radit had suspected that something was wrong here.
"Tell me the truth of Syilla" Papa Radit said in a deep voice. The man asked his son to tell him the truth.
Arsyilla who was originally silent also seemed to twist the tip of the shirt he was wearing. "Pa .. Ma .." Arsyilla began to make a sound, but there was a shiver in her voice. Even without her noticing her tears just dripping down.
"Say son, don't make Papa and Mama wonder like this" said Mama Khaira at this time.
"Papa .. Mama, I want to apologize. Last night something happened that was out of my control" he said by trying hard, unfortunately at the end of his sentence Arsyilla again sobbed.
Realizing that Arsyilla was already crying, even the sobbing that came out felt so heartbreaking. Slowly the man known as Aksara began to speak.
As a parent, it is the dignity and dignity of both who must accept the fact that their daughter is proud of. High-educated, achieving a brilliant career, it tarnishes the name of parents because of a one-night struggle in bed with a man who is foreign to Radit and Khaira.
Powerless, Khaira shed her tears. "Is all this right, honey?" the question was still with a soft voice to Arsyilla.
"Yes Ma .. Ma, I'm sorry. Forgive me for sinning and smearing the good names of Mama and Papa. I'm sorry, Ma." Arsyilla's cry broke again. His heart ached much more to see the woman he loved so much, to first shed tears because of the mistake he had made.
While Arsyilla lowered her head, letting her tear pats just flow. Just glanced at her Papa's face that was already flushed red in front of her.
Slowly Arsyilla stood up, then he rested on both feet Mama and Papa.
"I'm sorry, Pa. I am a sinner. I broke the trust that Papa and Mama had given me all this time."
Radit looked turned away, it felt like the man was reluctant to look at the only daughter he had who was resting at his feet. Khaira wept at the fact that her daughter had come home stained.
"Better, you go home first Aksara. Your name is Aksara, right? Leave your phone number, because we will come and hold you accountable" Radit said at the time.
In his current view, he had to clear up the family matter first. Don't want anyone else like Aksara intervening in the family's problems.
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After Aksara's death, Khaira and Radit both stared with sharp eyes at her daughter.
“How can everything happen Syilla?” asked Radit who was still trying to hold back his emotions.
Arsyilla was crying again, her tears just soaked her cheeks. “Syilla doesn't know, Pa...” she replied with her lips twitching.
“That's what Syilla answers? Did Mama and Papa ever teach you that?” ask Radit again.
Slowly Khaira rubbed her husband's emotional arm, “Sabar Pa... If we are emotional, there will be no answer.” said Khaira who tried to calm her husband.
“I'm sorry Syilla, Pa. .. Syilla felt a failure this time.” I am the grieving girl by covering her two faces that are still covered with tears with both hands.
Seeing the destruction of Arsyilla, Khaira was unable to hold back tears. Again, she cried again and then stood up. “Come, clean yourself first, Syilla. Later we talk again,” he said while bringing his son to enter his room.
As soon as she got into the room, Arsyilla immediately embraced her mother. “Excuse Syilla, Ma .. Sorry.” again Arsyilla spoke to the Mama. At least the tenderness and affection of his mother was enough to awaken the heart and life of Arsyilla who had been destroyed in one night.
Khaira hugged Arsyilla, moving her palm gently on her back. “Everything has happened, Syilla .. It is undeniable that Mama was disappointed with you. However, as a Mother, will Mama have the heart to let you like this?” ask Khaira.
When a child is injured, the one who spreads the wound is his parents. Meanwhile, if the wound makes both parents feel sad and bear the shame of what to do?
“Solve everything Syilla. Your relationship with Vendra should you also think about? Because tilapia a speck, broken milk a long time ago. One stain, will also affect many things. Therefore, think carefully about everything. You are an adult, you have to make a decision.” pinta Khaira this time to her child.
Slowly Arsyilla nodded, the girl was still as hot as possible and bit her inner lips. What the mother said was right, this time she had to think and make a decision. There is also Vendra, his future fiancee who also has to make the decision he will take.