Almahyras
Season 2, Part 18: Years Passed

Years pass. Dilara's age is exactly seventeen in the present day. Mama and Dad were in the hospital, he-he changed to look after Grandma Salamah who underwent hospitalization. She is alone at home with Rais-sister whom she has just realized that the same blood does not flow to them.

Rais keeps boundaries. Dilara also, sometimes Dilara choose not to leave the room age home school. The reason is, so as not to meet with Rais. Because honestly, he missed his sister so much. But reality took some of Dilara's side down. How could Rais not be his younger brother? How could Mom and Dad hide this until last night he knew that Rais was someone else's son.

My mom said that love would not be free. Because Rais loved him too. But he did not easily believe, all the goodness of Rais was a demand. A kind of willingness to do anything, to return the favor of someone.

Dilara is also fed up with herself. Why should I love Rais so much? Even from childhood he should have realized, that Rais actually never liked it.

Geck. Geck.

"Mom, I'm Rais."

Fifteen-year-old, pretender to be an adult. Call yourself by my name! the upset Inner Dilara. He wants to be very indifferent. But Mama's orders can never be refused. He always said, stick to your old attitude, so that Rais does not feel isolated.

"I've already hotted the side dish. Don't you eat?" rais, again.

Geck. Geck.

"Mr ..."

Dilara nodded loudly. "Yes-yes! You went to the mosque!"

"Yes already. I'm leaving, Ma'am. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumussalam" said Dilara.

"Son, you're not pa-pa? Ninggalin Dilara with Rais at home together," said Ummi Salamah slowly.

Jafar replied, "No pa-pa, Ummi. There's CCTV. Jafar watch from here."

"Pity Alma, Son. Just go home, you guys. Later Ummi can ask for help from nurses if they need anything," Pinta Ummi Salamah with occasional long breath.

Jafar. And soon the door to the inpatient room opened again. His wife brought two packaged rice bought around the hospital cafeteria.

"Let's go, eat first" said Alma.

Umm Salamah looked at the son-in-law.

"Alma, come home, son? Poor Dilara himself," he persuaded.

Alma smiled faintly and approached her in-laws. "So Alma called, Ummi. Dilara is fine. He said no pa-pa. Then there is Umma who every day sends food to Dilara and Rais."

"Excuse me, Ning."

Dilara who had just come out from her hiding-room, was startled by someone who called out to her from behind.

"Excite. What's up?"

"Ndak-ndak. I'm the one who came out. Matur nuwun." Dilara hurriedly changed the longer veil and went out to the door.

"The address, Ning."

Dilara's eyes widened.

"Old friends aren't told to come in?" The man raised one of his eyebrows. "Forgot, you?"

Dilara. His eyes had returned his right hand clenched. What the fuck is this guy? Confessing friend? Since when did he have a friend like this guy?!

"I am Baswara" said the man, staring straight.

Dilara. Reluctant to speak anything, or speak any words to the man in front of him.

"Dilara .. I still have your pictures. If Kiai is the same Gus look. He's gonna have anything on you, anyway?" threaten Baswara suddenly, which instantly made him stop walking.

Dilara turned around directly. "What photo? Don't fuck you up. You don't know? The one you threatened is Ning. I can report you to Dad and Grandpa--"

"Why didn't you report back?" refute Baswara who smiled slantedly. "Your foster sister too, how are you? Still whiny about him?"

Dilara sighed softly. Sweat suddenly poured out the body, his heart was pounding. He doesn't remember what happened one year ago, only Rais remembers. Because Baswara let Rais wake up, while ..he fainted from drinking something.

"Go," said Dilara with great emphasis.

Baswara leaned against the wall of refusals. "Dare you throw me out? My father was a permanent contributor to Al-Hikmah Foundation. You have absolutely no manners at all Juragan Antasena's son."

Dilara was about to open her mouth, intending to cursing. But suddenly there was someone who came, someone who never wanted Dilara to meet.

"Mom, are there guests?" asked Rais who immediately split. Dilara threw away her face. Turn around and enter the room again. Urung already intention Dilara eat.

The eyes of Rais who was looking at the older brother. Now change instead of looking at the man who is taller than him.

"Rise?" Baswara raised his eyebrows.

Rais's gaze turned flat. God fucking. He still remembers very well the arrogant face of the son of Juragan Antasena. "There's a need, after all, for my mother?"

"It turned out big. How ... Do you remember the same thing last year?" Baswara smiled in anguish. He drew closer to Rais, then whispered, "When I cut off your mother's clothes."

Note:

So gini .. because it wants to end Almahyra S2 will have a continuation of the story of Rais and Dilara. So Vincent Kirana's story is on retreat. Don't tell me speed, not speed, right? Rais was 15 years old while Dilara was 17 and Baswara was 18. This story is a bit complicated but not as complicated as Harshada really, but back again the way different people look, this can be more complicated than the story of Harshada. And Dilara yeah .. she was harassed.

The details of the incident I will tell in Almahyra S2 or maybe in the story of Rais and Dilara himself. I just want to tell you the age of the incident. Dilara was 16, Baswara was 17 and Rais was 14.

It's a fictional story, but it still makes sense in my opinion. Because yes ... not a few there is a minor who witnessed crimes such as violence, or forced ruda that occur to someone. So like Harshada I want to give a message that can be received in a story.