Behind The Lies
Guests from the Past

Inside Asa's car, she hugged Ashilla.

“Mother knows if you want to make Asa happy, but do not have to lie and pretend to be healthy, pretend to be strong or pretend to be happy. Asa will also understand because she needs you who are much more healthy, who is strong and really smiles sincerely,” says Miranti.

“Ssttt, already, Mir,” says Ganjar.

Miranti snorts.

“Asa is still small, Bund,” said Ashilla lethargic.

“Just because he was a kid, teach him empathy. You'll live together, you only have Asa and Asa only have you.”

Ashilla smiled as she embraced Asa. “We have Mommy, we have Opa and also Brother Edgar. We even have Mr. Yayan who has been loyal to this family for decades. Yes, ‘kan, Sir?”

“Iya, Non,” soft Yayan word. Yayan loved this family very much.

Miranti sighed, she then embraced Asa and Ashilla together. “You and Asa are our complement.”

Ashilla nodded.

Arriving at the house Asa returned to bathing, while Ashilla just washed her hands and feet, then slept. Asa's age was smart to take care of herself, in addition to bathing she also dressed herself, then after that she chose to watch television.

“Ashilla where?” ask Ganjar.

“Sleep,” replied Miranti who was sitting next to Asa accompanying her enjoying the television broadcast.

No one knew that Ashilla was thinking a lot because she had just decided Space, in her small heart she did not want this to happen, however, she said, he felt that Angkasa would be better if he was with another woman, not a woman like himself who did not have a clear status.

“Papa want to talk to you,” Ganjar said to Miranti.

Miranti turned to Asa. “Wait here, if you need anything, ask Bi sumi, okay?”

“Hm,” sahut Asa.

Miranti quickly got up and went to follow Ganjar to the backyard of the house and they sat on the front seat of the fish pond.

“Bi Sumi said there was a Goddess here.”

“Goddess? Gusman's ex-wife?” ask Miranti.

“Iya.”

“You what? She knows, ‘kan Gusman is dead?”

“Papa think he wants to find his son.”

“What? The kid he's been throwing away all this time, he's abandoned?” Miranti clucking. “Ck ... what kind of woman could throw her child for treasure.”

“Sshhh. Keep talking to you, someone will hear,” said Ganjar slowly.

Miranti sighed. “Papa don't have much thought. Get enough rest. Such thoughts will only make Papa's health decrease.”

“Iya.”

Suddenly bell's voice came.

“Don't him, Pa.” Miranti quickly went to the living room and left Ganjar in the backyard. He opened the door and stared at the woman standing in front of him.

“Still remember me?” ask the woman.

“Do you want to come here?”

Goddess smile. “I came here with good intentions.”

“Whatever your intention, we do not accept guests,” said Miranti firmly.

“Pak Ganjar no?” ask Goddess.

“There, but I don't think he'll want to see you.”

“How do you know, if you haven't delivered my message?”

Miranti sighed.

Ganjar walked slowly to the living room and he stood behind Miranti.

Miranti looked back. “Pa ..” And he's shifting fast.

“Sign in,” Invite Ganjar.

Goddess smile. He has never been treated like this before . It felt like Ganjar had forbidden him to set foot in that house.

 “It's okay here only, I'm afraid I can't get out again after entering.”

Miranti.

“I came here to apologize for everything that happened in the past, I do not want to die carrying anger and hatred, it is better to settle in the world than to have to end it in the afterlife,” said Dewi at length. “Mr, healthy?”

Ganjar just nodded.

The goddess was disappointed to even look at him Ganjar reluctantly. “Now I am holy, sir, I am equal to the family of the Father. Don't you feel like I'm that respectful? I hope you no longer consider me dirtier than a dog.”

“Just say what you want to say,” pinta Miranti.

This time I looked at the woman's face. He's wetting the esophagus. “Gusman has died with your son in an accident,” lied Ganjar.

The heart of the Goddess is piercing. “I hope it's just a lie like you often do.”

Miranti's forehead frowned. “Can-can you say like that.”

“I have to say what, you also know yourself, Mir.”

“I'm sorry because you're late to say sorry to them,” Ganjar said again.

“Gusman has calmed down, he brings his wounds to the grave, you have to prepare yourself because the day of vengeance is really real,” Miranti said.

The goddess nodded at Miranti's lecture. “You should also prepare that because you may forget that I was hurt by your words and actions. You should be self-aware of why Gusman chose to leave and not return to you.”

“You should not waste Gusman's love,” Miranti said again.

“How else, your sister can't work, she can't prove her love. I can't hang on with a guy like that.”

“So, you are here to bring up Gusman's mistakes and show off your success as a man's husband's usurper and you feel proud to be able to beat the first wife of your husband now, let alone you manage to master his property.”

“PLAK!” One slap landed on Miranti's cheek. “No you should insult me like that,” said Dewi full of emotions. “I came here with good intentions.”

“What kind of good intentions?” shouted Miranti.

“Enough!” Ganjar smashed his wooden stick onto the floor. “Where is your goodwill?”

“I came here with good intentions, why did Miranti even scrape the wound again?”

“You yourself started by vilifying my Mas.”

Ashilla woke up hearing a commotion in front of the house right next to her room. He got up and left the bed and walked to the living room.

The Goddess stared at Ashilla. “That wound lasted a lifetime and I came here to beg that you guys meet me with Aruna.”

“This is what?” ask Ashilla. Ganjar and Miranti quickly turned to him.

“Honey, are you better?” ask Miranti as she approaches.

“Udah mendingan, Bund. What's this?”

Miranti wanted to say that this was none of her business, but she was afraid of making Ashilla even more curious. While the Goddess continued to stare at Ashilla.

“It's Opa's business. Better we go inside, pity Asa wait for you.”

“Hm.” Ashilla turned around and took a step.

“Aruna,” call Goddess.

Ashilla turned her head and stared at the woman.

“Aruna, this is Mama, Son,” said Dewi while crying.

Ashilla scrunched her forehead. Of course she felt foreign, although she often heard others mention the name, but only this time there was a woman who claimed to be Aruna's mother.