Behind The Lies
Covering the Subject in His Heart

“Gusman would be sad to know Papa treats Aruna like that,” Miranti said. “Papa may not like and do not consider him a grandson because Aruna does not use the name Wijaya behind his name, but Papa forgets that Aruna has the blood of Wijaya.”

Ganjar instantly stumbled. Edgar agreed with his mother.

“Papa forgot that everything Papa did will be asked for responsibility. I thought Papa had changed, but it was still the same as before. Just because Gusman left Wijaya's name, Papa doesn't admit it, Papa crossed it off the Family Card.”

Anjar turned her gaze to the sidelines only so that Miranti would not see how sad she was about it.

“Pa, what happened, come on, Pa, forget it. It's this old too. God love Papa long life to fix everything, not even complicate the situation. Finally, Papa's family split. I painstakingly gathered the children at home so that what, so that I do not suffer the same fate as Papa,” advice Miranti at length.

“Then like this Aruna is also reluctant to meet Papa,” added Miranti. “Pity of the boy. Life's difficult. He doesn't know anything, but why Papa should involve him in Papa's hatred, whether it's on the Goddess, or on Gusman, or maybe Papa is angry at Papa himself because of this mess. If it is, I'd rather be. It means Papa regrets everything Papa did.”

“Enough, Mir,” says Ganjar slowly.

“How enough, I don't want to know if Aruna is here, Papa has to be nice to her. I'm happy, I'm calm because there's Faran on the side of Aruna.”

“If only he would come and take the time to come here every month to see Papa,” said Ganjar.

“Neot to blame him. Papa forgot Papa's hurtful sentence on Gusman's funeral day? Do I need to remind?”

Ganjar did not answer because he did not remember what he had said until Aruna stopped seeing him.

“Oke Mira ingetin Papa's. Papa told Gusman's funeral that Gusman's death was Aruna's fault. If Aruna had never been born, Gusman would have gone back to Papa instead of going to obey his ego and prove that he could raise Aruna. Until having odd jobs, sick like this and finally Papa lost Gusman, so. Do you remember?”

The Heart of the Ganjar.

“If Papa still does not remember, Papa asked Edgar, Papa asked Ashilla. At that time Ashilla was also hurt, naturally because if Papa wished Aruna never existed, it means Papa hopes the same to Ashilla, he did not want to return to Jakarta. Papa knows what Papa calls Gusman's ego, it's not all ego, but–”

“Enough, Mir.” Ganjar stroked his own chest. “You want Papa dead?”

Miranti threw away her face while sighing deeply. He looked at Edgar. “Ed, you go home, let Mother take care of Opa.”

Edgar rose soon. After all, he does not like drama novels or drama series that are more untouchable. For Edgar his grandfather's family drama was more drama than all the drama he hated.

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Yayan's car stopped in front at the hotel, Faran immediately booked a room for the husband and wife. Yayan was still in the car in front of the hotel. She was really sad, the face of the Goddess was still imagined when she asked him to explain everything to Aruna. However, Faran said tonight Aruna is very difficult to talk to.

In the hotel room Aruna went straight to the bathroom and locked the door. Faran's panicked. “Sayang.” He keeps knocking. “Honey don't gini dong.”

Aruna cried accompanied by water from the shower that immediately flushed the top of his head to the tip of his feet.

“Darling, please, you can get sick again if you think gini,” cajol Faran. He then fell silent and listened to Aruna's crying voice from outside. It feels free to keep talking because Aruna currently hears nothing but her own sadness.

Faran stood leaning against the wall near the bathroom door. Not long after Aruna came out shivering. The woman was drenched, her face pale and her nose reddened.

Faran dried Aruna's head with the towel. He then helped his wife take off all the wet clothes, as Faran put on the kimono. Aruna hugged her tightly and continued to cry.

Faran had been patient with him. Even the man never raised his voice. Faram asked his father in a good way, even Faran was very respectful of his family. Not to mention all the Faran family accepted him. Aruna is the only daughter-in-law in the Faran family considering Faran is an only child. Faran's mother loved him even more than her son. While in Germany, Aruna contacted her mother-in-law more often than her own husband.

“I don't want to lose Mas Faran,” isak Aruna.

Immediately Faran gasped and returned the embrace of his wife. “Should have said so. During this time Mas keep you for yourself Mas, not for others.”

Aruna continued to sob. Slowly Faran let go of his embrace and took Aruna to bed. “You sit down first, Mas make warm tea.”

Aruna took a breath and tried to calm herself while looking at the man's back. All this time after his father's departure, it was only Faran that he had. It was Faran's family who continued to pay attention to him, even from afar.

Faran brought me a glass of warm tea. “Drink first.”

Aruna quickly grabbed it and sipped it a little.

“Still hot?” ask Faran.

Aruna nodded.

“Ya save it first. You better sleep.” Faran helps Aruna lay down on the bed, but as Faran covers her, Aruna pulls up Faran's body and hugs her.

Faran.

“I'm afraid,” I see Aruna right in Faran's ear.

I don't know what Aruna was afraid of until she didn't let go of her embrace of Faran.

Finally Faran returned Aruna's embrace by peeping her forehead, then turned to both cheeks, then to the nose and last to the lips for quite a while. Until Aruna felt there was calm there.

Aruna replied to the pagutan. That night, Aruna finds her peace in Faran, a gentle man who never gets angry. Aruna was lucky because although she had never loved Faran at first, but now she did not want to lose the man who had accompanied her difficult time.

Aruna received every soft touch that Faran gave her. Faran took off the kimono strap that he had previously put on. He continued to shower her with a kiss at every point above the surface of the pure white skin that Aruna had.

Although he could not forget his sadness. However, Faran managed to envelop his gloom that night.

“I love you,” hiss Faran in Aruna's ear. Hope this time Aruna answers her love statement.

“I love you too,” reply Aruna slowly.

Faran smiled. He felt victorious this time and to celebrate he again showered Aruna with a kiss. For Faran this night became more beautiful than the previous nights he often spent with Aruna.

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