Mohabbat
Longing

"You can't refuse, Goddess. I'll marry them both as soon as possible. No one can resist my decision."

Bardy turned her back to his wife, holding hands. Staring blankly at the expanse of night darkness through the glass window. A few moments of discussion, each of them returned home. Bardy asks Daisha to stay at her house, but the girl refuses.

He prefers to stay in his own villa, and asks the hired driver to return to the village to bring Daisha's car.

"You're selfish, Bardy. Why do you really want them to get married, but there are still many women out there who are better than themselves and from respected families. They are worth it to us, unlike the village girl who is not clear of her origin," snapped the Goddess did not accept.

Staring intently at Bardy's back that was fluttering by the window. The man flipped over the body, throwing a gaze at the grouching wife in annoyance.

"Don't you want the kids to get their happiness? You don't see Dareen so happy next to that girl. As her father, I do not want the happiness she has lost because of your selfishness, Goddess," said Bardy in a low tone hoping that the Goddess would understand that the heart cannot be forced.

It is unexpected, the Goddess raised her face with her eyes widened. His jaw hardened both hands tightly clenched.

"But I am his mother, I gave birth to him. I have more right to determine who he lives with, I determine his happiness. I'm ... his mother!" the Goddess's jaws are getting inflamed.

Behind the body, both of Bardy's hands were tightly clenched. Resist the overflowing emotional turmoil reaching the ends of the head. For a moment, the hot lava must have gushed to burn whatever was there.

"It should be that as a mother you realize your mistake, Goddess. A mother never imposes her will on a child, much less forces them to marry a girl they do not love. Didn't you hear yourself, the girl you thought was perfectly good and from a distinguished family was intent on destroying Dareen's life."

Bardy deepened her gaze, suppressing the defense of the Goddess who was beginning to waver. With the advantages of Daisha being able to know the dangers around them, it has made the heart of the Goddess amazed him. It's just, he's too prestigious to admit.

"Remember, Goddess. I won't let anyone ruin their happiness including you! You don't know who Daisha is, she's not the girl you think she is. Be careful going forward, because the girl is very dangerous," threatened Bardy while leaving his wife alone.

"Do you seem to know who that girl is? What are you hiding from me, Bardy? Tell me, who exactly is that girl?"

The sound of the Goddess who sounded desperate stopped Bardy's footsteps who was about to reach the door. He was stunned for a while.

"Here you go, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Go to sleep, you need rest." Bardy continued her steps making the Goddess growl full of anger.

"Damn! What is that old bastard hiding! I need to find out who the blind girl really is? Why is Bardy defending her so much?" Goddess monologues while growling.

Meanwhile, Bardy goes to the study, locks herself in there. Lying on a small bed that he deliberately prepared for such moments. Bardy looked at the ceiling of the room with a sad look. A person whom he longed for his presence.

"Damian, are you okay there? I hope you've been heartened by what has happened in the past. You know, you have a beautiful and brave daughter. Unfortunately, you left first. I never even knew where you were buried, Damian. If I knew, I'd really like to visit you. Really." Bardy monologue, water pooled in the eye pelup signifies he is holding back grief.

Remember Damian, Daisha's father, her best friend. He's the one who helped Bardy's business grow, not a few capital loans, even Damian never asked for it back.

He sighed, turning his position into a slant. Trying to re-imagine their youth first. Their parents were so intimate that no distance eroded their brotherhood.

Bardy smiled, they were good people and good people always met with bad luck.

****

At the villa, Daisha has just arrived at Dareen. They were forced to stay over to fulfill Dareen's father's request.

Dareen gasped, contemplating every word Daisha said. Long time he looked at Daisha, the girl also looks anxious and restless. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but Dareen believes Daisha's premonition is always real.

"Yes, I'll be back. Thank you for warning me, and for what happened. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there" Dareen said, clasping Daisha's hand.

The girl smiled, nodding softly while returning the grip of her hand.

"Go to sleep, you also need rest" said Dareen, rubbing Daisha's cheek gently. The girl nodded again, they parted for the night and until the appointed time.

Daisha enters the villa after hearing the sound of iron moving. The gate that Deni closed. He kept walking to the bathroom just to wash his face and gargle.

"Sister! Is brother okay?" tegur Laila retraces Daisha's steps.

He felt anxious since their arrival in Jakarta, Daisha changed a lot. He was no longer weak even the trauma that had always come, now as if it had never existed.

Daisha nodded, smiling as she rubbed Laila's head gently.

"Why indeed? Doesn't Brother look good until you ask like that?" Daisha asked back, her trembling hand touching Laila's face.

"Sister really wants to see you, if the donor is there, Brother will be very grateful to him. Thank you for accompanying this dark world of Brother. You're a lamp in the darkness of this vision" Daisha said, hugging Laila affectionately.

Laila replied tightly, she even cried softly because of the haru that filled her heart. She should have thanked Daisha for taking her off the streets and making her life better than it is today.

"Ah, stop. We'd better get some sleep. Brother wants to sleep with you tonight" Daisha said as she took off her arms and held Laila's hand.

The two slowly stepped towards Daisha's room which was on the first floor of the villa. For Laila's own room, she placed it on the second floor.

"Mmm ... How is your relationship with Alfin? Brother heard that he was approaching you," asked Daisha, making Laila's cheeks blush warmly.

She bit her lips in shame, turned her face away, but Daisha could not see the red hue on her cheek.

"It's normal, brother. He's an old man, brother. I am still a teenager and going to school. Maybe he's just messing around, old people are always like that, aren't they?" laila bit her lips again.

He glanced at the strangely smiling Daisha, teasing as well as mocking her.

"Is he that old? What old father are Dareen and Alfin?" search Daisha really tease her sister.

Laila mused, Alfin does not look old even though his age is not much different from Dareen. He has a simple face, impressed sweet when smiling.

"Hhmm .. probably under Dareen's brother's father, brother. When compared to that big brother's lover, then it was far above him. He's old" whispered Laila, who was greeted by Daisha's laugh.

The two closed the door and lay on the same bed.