I'M Nathasya Gustari
Why is a child's memory so sharp

Caca has indeed tried to prepare himself if at any time meet again with Tara. But he did not expect that it would be so soon that fate brought Tara before him.

"Mama.. That's evil Om.." whispered Mentari who is now hiding behind his body resuscitate Caca from the ice.

It felt like Caca did not have the energy to move his legs closer to the two people who were staring at him with a twinkle.

Caca had not been able to turn his gaze away from the man's eyes. The shady look that once made Caca bend her knees and give herself up.

While Mama Shinta has directly approached Mentari who is increasingly hiding.

"Hallo beautiful boy.. What's name?" mama Shinta asked softly and squatted to align her height with Mentari.

The little girl who still feels scared when she sees Tara who she remembers is Om-Om who was hit and scolded her while on vacation, pulled again her mother's dress. Caca looked down at the child.

"Father, dear.. Ayoo knew her name." replied Caca after clearing her throat several times when she found out the look of her son who asked for support.

"Dance.. My name is Mentari, Grandma." The little girl reached out her timid hand which was greeted enthusiastically by Mama Shinta.

The dance kisses the back of Shinta's mama's hand as her mother often teaches when meeting people older than her.

"His name is so pretty.. Persisi like her man." praise Mama Shinta earnestly. "May grandma hug?" the middle-aged woman's permission. Don't want to scare his granddaughter.

Once again Mentari looked at her mother. Caca smiled faintly and nodded. Convince daughter.

Mama Shinta hugs Mentari full day. The woman even shed tears. After a long search, he was finally able to see and embrace the granddaughter who had been worried about his existence.

"Grandmother's grandchild is this big.. Forgive my dear grandmother."

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Tara frowned when she found so many calls from her mother. It is not usual for women who give birth to him to call in such working hours.

Tara had just finished a meeting with a client at one of her hotels in Bali. He still had to stay the next few days to review the location that would be built from his branch hotel.

The tall man took off the rough tie that coiled around his neck. Laying down to release fatigue. No more living spirit after the woman he loved left him. But for the sake of his parents, he had to pretend to be strong to live life even though not normally.

And how surprised Tara was to call her mother back. Mama Shinta said she met Caca and told people to look for her whereabouts.

Not wanting to waste time, Tara immediately asked her secretary to book a plane ticket back to Jakarta at that time.

And all the remaining work, Tara entrusted it to her secretary.

Can't be found right away, it is. But maybe God was being kind to her. Feeling sorry for his dead soul. Because the night of the next day, there was a fresh breeze about the address of the owner of the car that Mama Shinta had seen in use by Caca.

And his man told me that according to the nearest neighbor, there once lived a pregnant woman named Icha who was married to the doctor's son or the owner of the house.

At that moment, Tara's heart seemed to be stuck in thousands of arrows. Heart's hurt. Wounds that are not bleeding but very painful. More excruciating because there is no cure.

In the midst of her downturn, Shinta's mother came to the civil registry office where Caca's name is now recorded. And the fresh wind blew again.

Tara was again excited when she found out that Caca's marriage had only lasted no more than five months since Caca's name was recorded married until her marriage status was recorded again as a divorce.

Tara immediately invited Mama Shinta to go to the house where Caca lived. But it turns out that since the divorce, Caca no longer lives there even though the address in the identification is still the address of the doctor who is none other than Caca's former in-laws.

Fortunately the housekeeper there was kind enough to tell Caca's current home address to Shinta's mother who claimed to be her grandmother.

All assets belonging to Caca apparently in the name of doctor Risma. Until Caca's address was still the address of Risma's doctor. Maybe that's what made Tara so far care to track Caca's whereabouts. Caca has never been out of her safe zone.

Her heart was sliced back when it arrived at the house that Caca and their son occupied.

It is not an uninhabitable reot house. The house is simple but looks neat and comfortable. What else with a spacious and safe yard for child play.

Tara was desperate when Caca did not open the door after he and his mother had pressed the bell many times also knocked on the door and said hello.

Tara thought Caca would never see her again. Until a child's voice sounded from behind him. The sound he had heard but nowhere.

Until Tara turned her body and her eyes clashed with black eyeballs that she had longed for. The woman who took her soul away. Women who make it frustrating and do not have the spirit of life.

There, Caca stood there. Perhaps she was shocked by her and her mother's presence. But those eyes were still as warm. Exudes the same longing as he feels.

For a long time they looked at each other, until Caca turned to the little girl hiding behind him. The little girl he just realized was there. The little girl who was trying to get Shinta's mom close.

Although she looks scared, but the little girl wants to be embraced by Shinta's mother.

Now he's approaching. Try to see his wife and son more clearly. His heart rumbled again as soon as he saw his daughter was that big.

What kind of father is he? who does not accompany his son to grow.

Tara crouched down in front of the little girl who was still tightly grasping Caca's dress and went back to hiding.

"Monitor darling.. Come salim dear papa. This is papa Mentari, son." woo mama Shinta on the little girl who now hugs Caca's waist from behind, just peek a little. Maybe the girl was curious.

"Dear Ayoo.." woo Mama Shinta again.

Mentari shook strongly. "That's not papa. That's the evil Om who's mad at Dance, when Dance walks with dad."

Tara frowning. When did he scold a child?

Aah yes. He remembers when a little boy hit him in Bali the other day.

It was only fitting that he felt that the little girl was at first glance similar to Caca. And as he now observes more clearly, it turns out this little girl has a type of face and eye color that is so similar to her. It becomes a very beautiful combination.

So the girl was his daughter, and she was scolding her own child instead?

And now, her daughter is afraid of her?

Why is a child's memory so sharp. Erang Tara in heart.

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Hi hi hi hi... Is anyone not asleep?

I'm sorry for lacking research before writing a story. Until already half way rich is now new in the original spears of the story. hihihi

So I just found out that children and stepfathers are haram for marriage. For that, the beginning of the story here I fox. Caca was not Tara's stepson, but her adopted son.

More details on how Caca could be a foster child. You read it in the first chapter. There is a story of how Caca was finally adopted by Tara. (if you have passed the review)

And for the story of Forbidden Love. Because there have been too many chapters and othors on this one to make revisions. Finally I delete gaes 😭😭 is still a review process as well anyway..

It is not easy to make a story. But I'm afraid because my lack of knowledge invites many cons.

But the story can still be understood even without reading Forbidden Love.

So then.. Sorry for being disappointed. I hope there are many who like this story..

Happy Reading gaes.. 🤗🤗