
"Darling, are you sure you don't want to come with us?" ask Linda when she meets Fayre on the back porch.
Fayre didn't immediately answer Linda's question because she didn't want to go anywhere right now, "no, Mi. I just want to be home. I had left something to Arvin to give to Dira" he said in a voice that sounded soft.
This morning Arvin, Linda and Bram are going to Lisa's house. They wanted to be there one last time before the lifeless woman's body was buried. It has been two days the body was buried in the funeral home because it was waiting for the condition of Dira to recover after giving birth. The health of the beautiful woman is declining after knowing if her mother died.
"Yes, then Mami left first," said Linda while smiling sweetly. The middle-aged woman immediately left from before Fayre.
Fayre let out a rough breath after the departure of the in-law. This decision was the best for Fayre because that way he could make peace with his heart. Setting foot in the house of his late father is the same as sticking a thorn in the heart. Only the wounds left there made the heart ache.
"May you calm down there," Fayre murmured as Lisa's mother's face was present in her mind.
Being at home is much better than having to meet Dira. Fayre was able to ascertain how Dira would respond when she met him. Stifling sadness will certainly be felt when listening to the outpouring of the poor woman. Not because of hate but just do not want to be dissolved in the sadness experienced by Dira.
Fayre was laying down on the sun longer seat he was currently in. The view of the blue sky makes the mind more calm, especially coupled with the sound of relaxation music from his phone, Fayre increasingly feel calm and peaceful.
The eyelids opened again after feeling several movements from inside his stomach. Fayre smiled in a knot because of that, she felt happy that every baby showed very active movements.
"Hallo, Mommy's darling," Fayre murmured as she rubbed her stomach gently. He changed his position to sit leaning with his legs still together to stay comfortable, "duh his movement is more active, want to be a soccer player huh, son?" he murmured again as he felt the movement from within his stomach.
Fayre continued to rub his stomach while talking some things, as if the baby in his womb could communicate with him. In this way, Fayre forgot the sadness he had felt because of the decision he had taken. That morning Fayre spent time on the back porch enjoying the pool water ripples and the comfort that was there.
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All-black clothes seem to be a symbol of deep sorrow. Just like the three people who had just arrived at the residence of the late Pak Hardi, they wore all black clothes when they decided to come to this house.
The magnificent house looks crowded because of the presence of several families from Lisa and Dira's colleagues. They will all attend the ceremony before Lisa's departure for her final resting place. Arvin walked in front of his parents as he entered the mansion. He carried a bouquet of white roses and a painting that Fayre had wrapped up neatly. Both of these items are the deposit of the wife to Dira.
"Good morning" said Arvin after arriving at where Dira is at this time. Arvin was concerned to see Dira's condition that looked chaotic, while on his side there was a stroller containing a tiny baby who was asleep.
Dira turned his head to see who was coming. Instantly he was stunned from his place after seeing Arvin's presence. However, not long after that he circulated a glance to look for the whereabouts of a person.
"Sorry he can't come because he has to rest at home. We had a baby shower yesterday. He's exhausted." Arvin reasoned by not saying what the truth was. All done to keep the feelings of Dira.
The woman who had just given birth looked disappointed after the expected figure of her presence turned out to be unable to be present there. Tears welled up in the eyes because of the deep sadness.
"This is a deposit from my wife for you" said Arvin, giving Fayre a deposit.
Dira received the two items, then, he took a greeting card in the bouquet of white roses. Dira desperately hoped Fayre would write something that would make her heart feel calm without the slightest guilt.
I am so happy and sorry for everything that happened. I am happy for the birth of your first child and I mourn the passing of your mother. Accept this gift from me because this white rose symbolizes a purity on the wound. I hope after this your life is much better than before. Be happy with your child to fix everything. There's one painting I made especially for you as a token of my forgiveness.
^^^Fayre.^^^
Tears began to flow more and more after reading the contents of the letter written directly by Fayre. Dira immediately opened the paper covering the painting to see what object Fayre had painted for him. A family painting, where there is himself and also Lisa's mom. In Dira's lap there is a tiny baby who is smiling widely and the view of the city around him. Dira knows if the painting made by Fayre has meaning so that he continues to live well in the future.
"Oh my God" he murmured in a soft voice.
Dira's feelings are hard to pin down because of all the events she's been through at the moment. The presence of a cute baby with a male sex becomes the most beautiful gift in his life. But the departure of Lisa's mother managed to destroy everything. He felt pain at the same time. What a wonderful way of life that God has given him.
"Excuse me young lady, I just want to let you know if the priest has arrived. The event is about to start" said ART, who had just arrived from the living room.
"Thank you, Bi. I'll be right ahead" said Fayre, wiping away the remaining tears that had soaked her cheeks.
Ms. Linda herself felt full of being there. He felt unable to bear it after seeing how Dira's current condition was. Of course the life of the woman who was tidying the mantila on her head was very heavy. However, how else because all this is God's destiny, avoiding it also feels impossible to do.
"Let's go ahead to follow the show," Bram asked after Dira went to the living room. Same with the wife, Mr. Bram was concerned about all this.
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