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My name is Denisa Anisa, I am 20 years old this year. I live in an orphanage "Mother's Hope". I don't know when exactly I became a resident here, which I know since I was a child I've been here, playing with a lot of children my age at that time. Until a few years changed and the beach changed its inhabitants. Some continue school with scholarships they get or even work.

It never occurred to me to ask who my biological parents were and my family were. I'm happy here enough.

Living in an orphanage of course I should know myself. After graduating high school I decided to work, helping the mother of a nursing home mother who worked hard to finance my life and the other children of the home.

Some younger siblings have even found new parents who adopted them. Since I was 5 years old I never wanted to be adopted. I'd rather be in the parlor. Luckily the mother of the owner of the house is very kind, she never showed data on me when there are families who come to raise children. I'm so grateful for that.

I got accepted to work at a boutique owned by Yenni's mother, a kind woman who became a regular donor at the parlor. There were only 3 employees in his shop and one of them was me. The three of us are from the same place, the same as orphans. Maybe this boutique is special as a placeholder for children like us who want to work, I don't know that obviously all this is very helpful for us.

There is no regret in me and my heart. I live my life with passion, a desire that I have been nurturing and I have made spirit so far. I want to be a successful person and be able to finance the needs of my sister in the orphanage. In addition to some residents and administrators who can work, we all meet the needs by relying on money from donors who routinely provide assistance every month. Not just for the cost of food, but also for school and health costs. I know all that requires a lot of money considering the residents of the orphanage so many times are increasing.

"Denise."

The sound of the mother of the parlour calling my name. I hurried to approach him. I held out my hand to greet his hand and kiss him in a reverent manner.

"Mom looking for me?"

"Yes, kid. Come with me, there's something I want to talk to you about."

He smiled warmly, very warmly. I who have never felt how a mother's embrace must only know how to hold her. His face really made me feel comfortable at his side.

Ms. Rahma, she is the head of the orphanage where I grew up all this time. From him I can feel how a mother's affection. Although he had to share with others but in fact his affection was never differentiated. Everyone gets it fairly.

Sometimes I ask, does my birth mother also have noble traits like Rahma's mother?

I nodded to regain my consciousness. How can I compare the affection of Ms. Rahma with the affection of my mother who even up to the age of 20 years never saw or even knew her figure. If the person I should call my mother had affection, I would never be here today, in an orphanage.

We walked together with me swayed spoiled in the arms of Rahma ma'am. Many things we talked about while walking towards the room which was in the front of the building.

Long ago, when I was a kid. I remember there were only 20 kids living here. But now, this place is getting bigger and its inhabitants are increasing. Only I, Citra and Raditya left while friends who used to be out of nowhere with their new family.

Citra and Raditya are younger than me by a year. Citra and I work in the same place, which is the boutique owned by Ms. Yenni, while Raditya chose to work in the workshop of Mr. Aswan who is not far from the orphanage.

"Where do you work, son?" He asked when we were sitting on a long sofa in his office.

"Good ma'am. Usually on weekends we will be busy, at that time more guests visit than the usual day."

"You guys should be good at working, yeah. But do not forget to keep health, do not get sick because not only you will lose later."

I nodded in response to what he said. It looks like Rahma's mom is breathing heavily. It seemed like there was something else he wanted to tell me and not just a stale base reminding me to take care of myself.

"There's actually something important I want to tell you. I hope you can think through it carefully before making a decision."

I don't know why my heart suddenly felt bad. There's something I can't conclude as what but it feels so bad and unpleasant.

Don't tell me there's gonna be a family adopting me this time? sure enough, at the age of 20 years where there are families who want to adopt me. I murmured only in my heart.

"Yesterday, Mrs Yenni met her mother, she said many things. About the foundation that owns this home that turns out to be his, too, and about his hopes and desires." Ms. Rahma searched her words. The beautiful woman with a light brown robe justifies her sitting position.

"There is no regret in his heart to build a foundation for this home. However, Mrs Yenni also has great hopes for you. He likes you, likes your every attitude and every day. For that, he asked for permission from mom to apply for you to be a son-in-law to his oldest son."

Honestly I was surprised, but I still chose to be silent waiting for Rahma to finish her words. I just lowered my gaze while thinking, many things I thought but I still chose silence.

"The eldest son is named Raka Aditama, you are 8 years old. He is currently in LA to complete his studies. I think next month, Raka's son just came back here and continued his papa business."

"Mom doesn't want to force you, son. All of my decisions leave it to you completely. Here the mother is only as an intermediary bridge to deliver a message from Mrs Yenni. Whatever your decision, I'll support it."

Ms. Rahma smiled gently, as if she knew about the turmoil I was facing right now. I just nodded to say everything.

I took a deep breath, in the room I had occupied for many years during my time here I pondered everything. About Ms. Yenni's wishes, about myself and more about the fate of this home going forward.

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The story of a girl who chose to turn off all her feelings of sadness just to be able to save one memory of her first love with a man who was none other than her own husband.

Just want to remember without wanting to make the man lose love in his past. Without both of them realize if the true love has been present binding their hearts together without being prevented.

"Sister, if it does cause pain for what is detained. Better let go and brother will be free from these shackles. (Rad)

" The endless fighting you're doing will only add to the wound in your heart. Get up and realize, it's not over." (City)

"I love with my heart not because of my lust. I'll make sure this love stays intact for her even though I know there's never been any me in her. (Denissa)

" I don't know since when this taste existed. I never realized it was coming, but I felt the pain of losing her. And I admit, I've fallen in love with her.( Tomb)

"The biggest fool when you can't read your own heart's desire. Prioritizing selfish without willing to give space to the heart that wants to develop.(the twins)

Can they continue to be together?

Denisa and Raka will answer there.

Thank you to those who have supported.The best prayer for you all.

Happy fasting and happy waiting for the heart of victory to arrive.

May be with🙏🙏