Mohabbat
The Invisible Revenge

"Sister, are you sure we're leaving? How ...."

Laila bit her lips unable to continue speaking. About Daisha's sudden trauma. He did not want his brother to be a spectacle like he had been, getting ridiculing gazes from everyone for raging indistinctly.

Daisha smiled, her hand groping the air until it could reach Laila's downcast face. The teenage girl raised her head, watching the face of the older sister who was always adorned with smiles.

"Sister should be able to fight it, right? To be able to recover from all that, Big Brother must become even stronger. You want to help Brother, don't you?" he said as he touched Laila's soft cheek.

The hearts of the teenagers were filled, they did not have blood ties, but the brotherhood they were in was no less strong than those who were of biological status. He clasped Daisha's hand on his cheek, linking their fingers to tie trust in each other.

"Yes, Brother. I'll definitely help Brother. I want my brother healed too. Rest assured, Brother, Brother must be strong and can fight it all. I love Brother," said Laila as she hugged Daisha's body.

That night, they were swept away in a caress of affection intertwined by fate. Daisha decided to go to Jakarta because in addition to agreeing to Dareen's invitation, he also wanted to visit the graves of his parents.

"Yes, now we sleep. Tomorrow morning all orders must be ready and delivered. After that, we will temporarily close ... maybe about three days," said Daisha, who is owned by Laila.

The two crumbled, protecting themselves from the cold by coiling inside the blanket.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Dareen was unable to close his eyes. Given the decision Daisha gave earlier this afternoon, she became agitated herself.

"May Daisha be able to fight her trauma. I hope to get an eye donor as soon as possible, so Daisha can see as she used to" Dareen muttered, looking up at the ceiling of the room with both hands under her head.

His legs were hanging, swayed to create abstract sounds from the impact of the feet and cots. Dareen flipped over, smiling as her eyes fell on a small figura with the image of a Daisha.

He took the object, he swept the face of the ayu using his thumb. Really, Dareen has been adrift of him. Even if, the whole world was against, he would never leave that girl.

"You're beautiful, Sha, but that's not what made me fall in deep love with you. You have a pure heart, can we be together forever, Sha? You're not gonna be mad at me, are you? Please, don't hate me when you find out who I am. I love you, Sha," he said alone.

He kissed the picture and grabbed it. Together drifting in the foam of dreamland that leads to true happiness.

****

Elsewhere, the man was not calm. The spacious room with a masculine feel did not make his heart calm when the shadow of the sister came disturbing.

"Come, chakra, think. Next what?" He rubbed his face, walked here and there with a restless waist. Many times he wet his lips with a tongue sweep, in order to expel the affliction that hit.

"The chakras!"

Suddenly the door opened quickly and without any excuse, the middle-aged woman slid inside with her puffy face.

"Mother! What's up?" Cakra was surprised, he then changed his facial expression to ordinary.

The woman rushed before the eldest son, looking at the face that was similar to his father.

"Somebody said if you've found your sister, is that true?" ask the mother in a voice that shakes.

He sighed, looking down for a moment before looking back at his face.

"This is why I didn't tell Mom. I did meet Dareen, she's fine"

"Then, why don't you take her home? Why did you leave him there? How is life, how does it eat? Does he miss his family?" my mother with tears flowing down the river.

Again Cakra sighed, there was nothing that Dareen always troubled him.

"I've brought her home, Mother, but Dareen refuses. He said there was still unfinished business there. Mother calmed down, she also told me that she would tell me when she came home later. He just ordered it like that, Mom," said Cakra, this time he spoke honestly according to the facts.

"Where did you meet him?" A male voice suddenly burst into their chatter.

Cakra and the mother both turned towards the door, Bardy standing there. With a face that was haggard and not fresh as usual, he looked at his wife and eldest son.

"Mas!" The goddess sprang into the arms of her husband. Crying in the warm arms of a man who had been for more than thirty years sailing the household ark with him.

"Dad, he doesn't want me to tell you. He was afraid that Dad and Mom would go after him and mess up the plans he had made. At least, that's what I have to tell you," Cakra said.

Bardy stared at the manic of the son, he never distinguished the two. Since young, Cakra has been given the responsibility of taking care of their subsidiaries. During that time anyway, everything was fine, even Cakra brought positive changes to the villas and hotels that were in that shade of their company.

However, the main company that Cakra wanted, he wanted to become the president director in their family company. It should be him, not Dareen. However, his grandfather and father appointed his brother to occupy the position of President.

"You're sure he said that? Are there any problems between you?" sue the father with two squeaking eyes.

Nervous chakra, his body just stiffened. How does his father know if any of them are in trouble?

"G ... Dad, we're fine. Trust me, if not, when you go home, just ask Dareen. He did have to finish his business there, after which he made sure to go home. I also don't know what kind of business Dareen didn't tell me." Cakra smiled awkwardly, trying to explain while suppressing the nervousness that suddenly invaded his heart.

Bardy sighed, trying to believe in the elder.

"We'll just pick him up, Mas. I want to see him, I want to see him. Does he miss his mother?" said Dewi while sobbing in her husband's arms.

"You calm down first, maybe it's right there that Dareen has to finish his business. Let it go in the next few days if he still does not come back, I myself will come to pick him up. He's learning to grow up, calm yourself down. Everything will definitely be fine," said the husband while peeping the crown of the Goddess.

Cakra snorted inwardly, sneering at the woman's exaggerated attitude. His gaze met with Bardy's bead as the middle-aged man stared at him.

"You watch over your sister if you can, if not, ask your people to watch over her" he told the elder.

Cakra nodded despite his reluctance, he stared furiously at the old man's slowly disappearing back.

"Fuck you, Dareen. You've always troubled me" he wryly sighed with a squinting eye.