Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 133 SELF-IMAGE
Sarah held the father's hand with a smile on her lips.
The doctor allowed his father to come home for a few days but remained under observation. Sarah plans to take her father to Raka's parents' house, where she lives now but her father refuses. His father said he felt embarrassed in the state of illness staying at Raka's parents' house, although Raka's parents would not mind at all.
Because of Tania's previous affairs, Raka and Sarah have not continued the plan to establish a house, especially then they are concerned about taking care of Rae's birth.
"Sarah only has a small apartment..." Sarah looked at her father who immediately seemed older than before, she became frail and fragile. The path was not as fast and stout as before.
"Dad's staying in your apartment, son..."Sarah's father smiled.
"I'll accompany you wherever you want to live."
"What if I stay in my apartment alone.There are two rooms." Usul Raka's.
Raka's apartment is bigger than Sarah's.
"The two of us can stay there as well while your father stays with us."
Sarah was happy to hear that, Raka was very understanding. He was eager to take care of his father with his own hands, at least as a child he could serve
"Turn me to one place." asked Dad suddenly when they were in the car.
He mentioned one address to Raka.
"Where are we?" Ask Sarah in curiosity.
"We're going to meet someone...She must be happy to see you."The smile could not be separated from the lips of Sarah's father. He kept looking out the glass no longer talking.
Sarah didn't want to ask any more questions, she enjoyed the happy look on her father's face.
Passing through a flower shop, his father asked to stop, then went down and bought a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums.
"She must be happy with her favorite flower..." That sentence, like someone who wants to surprise his lover.
A quarter of an hour later, they arrived in front of a place with a large archway, it was a public cemetery.
"We're gonna meet your mom..." Sarah's father held Sarah's hand tightly, as Sarah held her with teary eyes.
He never dreamed that he would finally be reunited with his father and his mother, even though it was only a tomb.
Sarah felt that her life meant nothing, she was not a discarded and unwanted child. She has parents who love and love her.
Sarah's father takes Sarah and Raka to a tomb. This tomb is simple, only on the chest of the tomb is written the name Viani Renata.
date of birth and date of death. His mother died at a young age of 24.
Sarah realized that she was born when her mother was very young.
"Via, I brought your son today, I kept my promise..." Sarah's father's voice seemed choked, as he placed the yellow chrysanthemum bouquet that had been in his embrace earlier.
Sarah's tears were unstoppable, she fell on the grave of the mother, crying without being held back. He was very long, very long at this moment, even though he himself did not know what his mother looked like.
"Mother, this is Sarah..." Sarah relentlessly stroked the belly button's chest. He really never knew, if God finally gave him the opportunity to meet his mother's long-lost grave.
Raka was next to Sarah, she was silent as if giving Sarah a chance to release all the emotions she harbored.
"Your mother's birthday is next month, I'm afraid I can't bring you to her, she has to see the child she gave birth to by betting that life is so beautiful and kind."Sarah's father said, the smile on the slightly pale face was broken.
Then slowly his hand took out a photo from behind his shirt.
"You must want to see what your mother looks like..." Sarah's father put the old photograph in Sarah's hand.
"Viani looks a lot like you, son. There's almost nothing different about you two, it's like I see a picture of Viani in you."
Sarah's heart stopped beating, she looked at the photo as if in disbelief, her mother's face as a young person was very similar to her.
Even if he were to reflect then he would be barely able to distinguish himself.
"You don't have to look for how your mother, if you miss her, look at the glass, she's right there, inside you..." Sarah's father said with a smile, though bitter.
Sarah stared at the picture unblinking, she was too far away imagining what her mother looked like, even every day she could see it in her image.
She kissed the photo of her mother, hugging it with tears of divorce. Her heart raised a thousand do'a, for the peace of her beloved mother even though she was in a different realm.
...***...
Sarah and Raka tell all about her father's illness to Raka's parents, and Sarah asks for permission while staying in the apartment with Raka.
Raka's parents do not mind instead hoping Sarah can bring her father to live in their house. Unfortunately Sarah's father chose to temporarily stay in the apartment alone while waiting for the schedule to do Radiotherapy which will be done when the condition of Sarah's father allows.
Sarah wanted to take care of her father with her own hands. Spend as much time with your father as possible to be together. How precious is time and togetherness when we know it is so short.
"Dad, what are you going to eat tonight?" Fresh Sarah sat them sitting casually in the living room of the apartment. There are only 4 rooms, two bedrooms and one small kitchen plus the living room. For the size of luxury, Raka's apartment was quite Lux.
"Yes, pa...Sarah's a cook, you know." Raka glances at his wife while playing Rae's rattles in her box.
The little boy seemed to be flailing with his accomplices.
"Whatever you want to cook, you eat it all."
"What do you eat in Canada?" Sarah asked while putting on her apron.
Sarah's father raised his eyebrows, it seemed like he was thinking of something.
"the poutine? pea soup split? Sarah can cook it even if it's not very good, but it's good." Sarah smiled at her father, boasting of his ability.
"I want to, baby..." Raka answered enthusiastically.
"You, everybody wants to. The feeling of tellor ceplok just keep asking for more this morning." Sarah chuckles at Raka.
"Yes, that. If my wife's cooking, just throw away the taste of meat rendang."Raka nyengir's.
"Masa, anyway? the feeling of the flesh is as far away as it feels, dear. If muji likes to miss." Sarah pinched her husband's arm with anxiety.
"But you like it, right?" Raka laughed welcoming the pinch that did not hurt at all.
Sarah's father looked at them with a difficult feeling to express, there was a sense of haru and happiness mixed.
It would not be wrong if Sarah chose Raka to be her husband, she was so loving and seemed to love Sarah with all her heart.
No one was worried about him anymore even if he had to leave this world.
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