Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 82: Our Daughter

"Actually when he held accountable the abba for the child he contained, I was already suspicious. I'm not sure if you did that. But the evidence seems to be true. Until you have to endure everything you didn't do."

Without feeling the tears Ulya dripped.

"Not only is it Mustofa, which you have to bear."

Mustofa lowered his head, his wishful thinking drifting back to the past.

"When my sister divorced him. Then he came back again. You know what happened?"

"That's the most bitter thing in my life. I don't want to remember."

"I understand, Brother."

"When my sister went abroad for treatment. He returned to abba. As usual, I accepted it. Because he still thinks it's the brother's doing."

"Don't remind me of that."

"Every day, he was staring. Maybe he's sorry. Moreover, Fath did not want to accept him. And at that moment, he realized that Fath couldn't possibly give him a seed."

"Then."

"He's like a crazy person."

"I know that."

"And sister was too kind to him. Until he can be strong again."

"How evil he is, there must be a good side."

"By that time my brother was also very fragile."

"That's it. Don't circulate. Since when do you know that Devra is your daughter?"

"After the abba received him back. He's meeting me. Telling everything. Including anyone he's been in touch with all this time."

Ulya listened to this part by throwing his face away. Because he's really, really sick of hearing stories about his ex-wife's past.

But for Devra, her little daughter who she loves so much. Patiently he listened to Mustofa's story. From beginning to end.

"He begged me that the child he would give birth to could be in our family. Considering he's got no one else."

"He just made up stories."

"No, he's right. I've been looking through his life history."

"So much attention to her."

Mustofa fell silent, as if he wanted to ask himself what Ulya said about him.

Ulya who saw Mustofa riled up immediately realized.

"All right, I believe."

He continued his story.

"After all, if she were my daughter. He must have a clear identity about his family."

"Yes, I understand."

"Since then I have felt that the baby she contains is my daughter. Without having to hear Hagya explain it."

"How is it possible, you can conclude it that way."

"Wasn't Faricha D2 majoring in midwifery at the time."

"I don't think there."

"After I checked her control records all this time. I became more and more convinced that the child she was carrying was my daughter."

"That's all?!"

"Alright, I hate Hagya and I hate her daughter."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"I guess I can guess what the reason is."

"Do you really know why?"

"You've fallen in love with her. But it's a pity that she's already owned by brother."

"That's a hard thing I can do. And it can't be."

Mustofa, don't you lie to yourself.

Mustofa, I know. When you love someone, be sincere. And not once do you want to stain it. But your love for Hagya started with a mistake .

"But at once hate it."

"What's certain. Looking at it reminds me of that. Until I get angry at myself."

"How can you forgive others if you are not able to do it yourself."

"Yes, I'm aware. Forgiving yourself takes time."

"Well, I admit I fell in love from the first moment I met, and always thought about it, after that."

"Very late. After he's gone, you can say all this."

"And you're also too late to tell Devra that you're her papa. You have plenty of opportunities."

"Yes. It was only after I proposed to Brother Naura for sister. I have the consciousness to trace Devra's identity entirely. By doing a DNA test."

"For so long as you're not aware, you've hurt your daughter a lot."

"I'm sorry, Brother."

"Maybe it's because your instincts have bonded with each other, so that when you are little, if you come he always asks to carry you. But you often reject it harshly. You even threw away her favorite doll. And many more."

"Don't you know, I deserve to be Devra's father."

"And I think Devra is very hurt by what you did to her. You know what this morning said to me."

"I didn't want to guess, it would hurt me."

Ulya turned back the words of Devra he remembered.

"Why the hell, Om Mustofa often asked to be called papa Sama Devra. Is Papa Devra anyone?"

"But really, papa Ulya her papa Devra. Devra is afraid that Papa Ulya is not Devra's father. Devra must be sad ."

A moment Mustofa pondered. Trying to digest her daughter's words.

Forgive me, my daughter whispered Mustofa's heart.Without realizing that her tears were dripping.

She still remembered her initial decision of living in the apartment. Is to stay away from Hagya who has married Ulya. He kept that taste tight. So that no one would know.

But he didn't expect much to happen after that. Until tragedy after tragedy befalls Ulya.

If at that time, he could admit his inadvertent error. Especially if he's in a trap. Immediately draws Hagya in his love. And wake Hagya up early.Of course she is, her daughter will be happy. And her brother didn't have to endure it all.

And maybe it was Hagya who didn't have to end her life. By slicing his veins. Out of desperation. Luckily, his daughter was saved.

Both of them looked blankly at the waves that came. As the sun rose, the closer the sea came to them.

Not touching their naked feet. Only Ulya realized that there was something to be able to tempt Mustofa.

Soon he took the sea water mixed with a little sand, threw it at Mustofa. Right about his face.

"Sister."

He also turned to do the same thing, so that they did not feel their bodies wet by sea water, and also dirty by the sand.

Want to not both throw themselves into the sea water. And shower all together. Cleanse themselves, as well as eliminate the thoughts that a moment ago make them tormented.

After being tired, they just returned to their original place.Sit relaxed while drying themselves.

"Sister, can you forgive me."

"Why not" Ulya replied while enjoying the fresh drink they ordered.

"But don't say that now to Devra, pity her. You could ask him, call you papa, if he's ready. Don't force him."

"All right, Brother."

His face was happy.

"Aren't you angry?"

"For what ... I'm happy my daughter is none other than my own niece."

"Thank you, Brother."

"Right now let Devra be our daughter. Learn to be a good dad first. So that he can accept you."

Mustofa was smiling, like there was something he wanted to convey at this moment. Makes Ulya curious.

"What's wrong?"

"Sister, my blessing is yes ...."

"You mean?"

"I want to edit Rima."

"really. When?" ask Ulya curious.

"Fastly. Papa Sofyan has already agreed to our relationship."

"Say to abbah first. Brother must be supporting you. And Devra must be happy to have two papa and two mama" Ulya said with a laugh.

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