Bride For Mr. Taxa
Survive

Darma must swallow life bitter. When this life he lived tested his heart. His most beloved wife has now gone to the owner of that life.

On top of the still-wet vortex her pill cry broke out lamenting the departure of her loved ones.

"Dad, which Mother?" ask a girl who owns her favorite teddybear doll.

Darma stared bitterly at the little girl. With his narrow capture, he was storming it with simple question sentences but difficult to answer.

"Mother bobo, baby. Same God. He has a new home now. Ana's the same father here. One day we'll meet Mommy in her new home, okay?"

"Kok, we're not invited by Mommy, huh, Dad?"

"Not yet, dear. God says, for now Mother first said, later Ana same father later."

Darma left the town's public burial grounds. With a wailing scream of heart, the man stepped weakly step by step.

At night, when little Ana is lying with a doll in her arms, Darma steps out, leaving the little girl with her sweet dreams. The fat man walked into his family room.

Once again the cry of his loss broke. He misses his beloved wife who has lived the name. Those who have sent their best prayers have now returned to their homes.

Stay Darma with the silence of the thick atmosphere of the house.

His eyes were fixed on an insect-extinguishing liquid, the intention of ending your life seething in his mind. The sense of not being able to resist the intense longing, made his inner eyes khilaf. Until now he had unhesitatingly gulped down the poisonous liquid.

"Official, wait for me. I can't stand this loss" he said.

That morning, the village of Duren was again shocked with the cry of little Ana.

"Dad!"

Ambar who was Darma's neighbor, immediately ran towards the source of the sound. The thirty-year-old woman was wide-eyed when she found Darma's lifeless body with a foaming mouth.

"Mas Darma!" his yell.

That day Darma was buried. While Ambar who has a son decides to babysit Ana.

Ana, who is now an orphan, has to live with Ambar's family, a widow with one child.

Over time Ambar finally caught up with Darma. Now it's only Galih, the only half-sister Ana has.

Surviving in the middle of a metropolis without both parents, was certainly the hardest thing for a fifteen-year-old boy with his ten-year-old adopted sister.

"From now on, you'll be my responsibility, Ana. You can't argue, you have to recede, huh?"

"Yes, Brother."

"good. Now we're off to eat, so we can eat."

Galih takes Ana to the streets. Of course to look for change so they can fill the stomach. Armed with a makeshift musical instrument and a soft voice, the two boys chant songs they memorized.

Bang Jarot, one of the thugs and members of the mafia gang began to teach Galih how to pickpocket, cheat, and many other criminal jobs.

Ana chose to stay in school. While Galih chose to work with the Jarot bang to finance Ana.

"This is our food today, Dik," he said handed over two packaged rice to Ana.

"Well, bang Galih can say a lot, huh, Bang?"

"Yes, alhamdulillah today sis's fortune, yet another flood."

"Asian!"

Without Ana knowing where the food came from, the innocent little girl ate the food that Galih had brought