Mohabbat
Welcoming

The black sedan car, drove slowly into the yard of someone's luxury home. Beautiful decorations like bridal ornaments immediately welcome their arrival.

"Why did we get in here? Are we going to attend the wedding first?" chirp Laila while admiring every detail of the decoration.

"Well, had the flowers been ordered from our store, it would have been a lot of money. Uh, but I think it's fresher and more beautiful than the flowers we have here" he chanted again as he kept an eye on the beauty of the grounds of the house.

Laila flicked her lips, while Alfin smiled at her chattering.

"Sister, is it true we're going to attend a party? Aren't we going to your house?" daisha asked after hearing Laila's chatter.

Dareen sighed, the girl beside him did not know if she was holding back angrily. His eyes glanced sharply at the driver, it must have been the man.

"This is my house, Daisha. Maybe my mom knew that if I was going home, she prepared all of this. I'm sorry, yes" she said, a little embarrassed by her mother's behavior.

Daisha smiled, he who did not see did not know how the condition of the lover's house. However, in contrast to Laila who has witnessed for herself what the splendor of welcoming for Dareen.

He was flabbergasted to hear that it was his home, sips by mouth of saliva he swallowed with great difficulty. It was a very different situation than their circumstances. Like the earth and sky, will the Dareen family accept them?

Laila glanced at the sister who looked smiling, her heart hesitating and indecisive. What Daisha feared would happen. Laila bit her lip, feeling a pain that had not even come.

The view is back to the front, facing the main door of the two-leaved house. It is magnificent and mighty, painted in elegant white. There stood two women of different ages, making Laila's forehead wrinkled.

"What's Dareen's mother there?" he asked without taking his eyes off the two female figures that managed to make his chest rumble.

"You're right, she's the mistress of this house," Alfin replied half-whispering to Laila.

"Then, who is the woman next to him? Is brother? Or her sister?" He continued to ask curiously.

Alfin glanced at the man sitting behind, Dareen flinching because he himself could not remember who the woman was there. Then, his glance moved to the girl beside the master who was still smiling sweetly. He didn't want to hurt that smile.

"He's just a friend of hers." The breath ends with the stop of the car right in front of the terrace of the house.

Alfin, who was about to open the door, quickly held Dareen.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know that woman over there? I don't remember it at all," asked Dareen making Alfin flabbergasted. It is only fitting that he does not react.

"He's just your friend, but you shouldn't be surprised when you face him later. She was always hysterical and dramatic" Alfin replied as he opened the car door and exited.

Dareen nods her head, she fumbles at Daisha's hand and grabs it.

"You wait a minute here, yeah. I'll see Mom first" she asked with a nod of her head.

Alfin opened the door for her, Dareen came out and the middle-aged woman there looked impatiently waiting. However, not with the girl next to him who actually looks anxious and anxious. Biting his lips held back the nervousness when he saw Dareen start to step.

"Buy!"

The goddess sprang impatiently, hugging the longed son. Back to crying full of haru, this time the tears of happiness that he spilled.

"Mother, I'm sorry. I really had no intention of leaving the house" he said regretfully.

The goddess kissed his shoulder, rubbing Dareen's back. Really, he missed. Dareen dropped her head on her mother's shoulders, sniffing the distinctive scent of the woman's no longer young body. He took off a hug, said the forehead of the Goddess.

"Are you okay, baby? How was your life all along? Are you eating right?" cecar Dewi while rubbing his son's cheek.

"I'm fine, Mom, even better. I was found by good people and lived with them. I myself don't remember how I could be stranded in that place" Dareen replied staring at the bead of the middle-aged woman.

Dareen nodded, he looked inside the house looking for the whereabouts of the other two people.

"Where are my father and sister, Mom?" dareen asked after not finding both.

The goddess sighed, she was very sorry about this. They should have been here, welcoming Dareen's arrival. However, the business they live in cannot be abandoned.

"Dad's been out of town for three days, he doesn't know if you're coming home. Your brother, he also left there is a business that he must take care of he said," replied the Goddess.

Dareen smiled, he understood. Both men are lovers of work.

"There's nothing, Mom. I get it." Dareen hugged his mother again, he did not deny his heart very much missed the old figure.

"Mmc ... Daren? Don't you miss me?" A soft voice shook.

Dareen took off a hug, glancing at the woman who was not far from them. Really, he doesn't remember who that woman is.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember who you are. Alfin says, you're my friend. Thank you for coming to welcome," Dareen said sincerely.

He smiled, another meaningful smile was quite electrifying to the girl. Tears poured from the petals framed with pliable feathers, he did not expect Dareen would forget it just like that.

"Ja-so you don't remember me?" tanyanya.

Dareen shrugged indifferently, she did not remember his figure at all.

"I'm Aleena, your lover. We're getting engaged soon, Dareen. Why did you forget?" ask Aleena hysterically.

Dareen's forehead frowned, his facial expression rejecting what the woman said.

"I don't feel like I have a lover with an open appearance like you. After all, I already have a lover and I brought her," Dareen replied confidently.

The Goddess's forehead folded, she glanced at Aleena who looked grieved at the reality she had to accept. Forgotten and replaced.

"No, Dareen. I'm your lover, what caused you to forget me? Don't you remember anything about us? Have you completely forgotten all the time we've been through, Dareen?" hysterical screams.

He came closer and was about to hug the man, but Dareen quickly avoided refusing to touch him.

"I told you I had a boyfriend. She's my future wife, don't try to touch me" Dareen threatened not to mess around.

The frown on the Goddess' forehead was piling up even more, just like what the girl who had made Dareen turn away from a woman as beautiful as Aleena.

"Who is that girl, son? Do you really not remember Aleena?" ask the curious Goddess.

Dareen turned her eyes away from Aleena who was crying as she pleased. Staring at the Goddess fixedly before sighing.

"Name Daisha. I hope you will accept her because if you don't, I will come back with her and never come back to this house" she said threateningly. Looks like Dareen knows how to think about the mother.

The goddess smiled, she nodded in agreement. Don't want to lose Dareen again. Let it be, he just wanted to see what kind of girl his son loved now.

"Mother wait here, I'll pick her up. He's in the car" he asked as he left the terrace and returned to the car.

The goddess waited anxiously, she frowned as Laila came out with her tense face. Soon Daisha came out holding a cane in hand, and the girl Dareen was holding.

The eyes of the Goddess widened, an inner war began to take place.