Mohabbat
Meet Auntie

"So, what do you want to talk to me about, Mrs Helen?" daisha asked to open the conversation.

"Mmm .. can you call me Areta, Mrs Alvaro? It seems like it's better" said the woman, shaking the fan in hand gracefully.

His eyes scanned Daisha's reaction after being called Areta. Daisha was stunned, her brows twitching as if she was thinking hard about one thing.

"Aretans? There are thousands of Aretas, but I know one of them. Possibly ... Aunty?"

Both of Daisha's eyes grew bigger, her body trembling. What an unexpected thing someone he knew so well, he would meet that day.

"So .. Do you recognize your aunt? You know Auntie?" the woman was very happy.

"Actually I doubt it because I can't see your face, Auntie. Also ... Why did Aunt's voice change? I can't even recognize her" Daisha said with a frown on her forehead.

There was a long heavy sigh from her, making Daisha wait anxiously.

"It's because Aunt wept over your uncle's death day and night. Aunty regretted not going with her that time so that Bibi did not know what had happened to her. Aunty only received the news that your uncle had passed away," the woman said sounding sad.

Daisha fumbles at the table, looking for Areta's hand. He held the woman's hand gently. How much he understood how he felt at this moment.

"I'll tell my aunt everything, but not here. It's too dangerous to talk about uncle here. Can we meet in secret?" pinta Daisha assured through the grasp of her hand.

"Mmm .. okay, no problem. Aunty lives in your uncle's villa right now, if you'd like to come visit. You remember, don't you?" pinta Areta looked at Daisha haru and was happy.

Dareen's wife sighed, slowly removing the link of their hands and stacking it on top of the thigh. His body slightly retreated, there was a visible worry on the look of his tangled face.

"I forgot a little, Auntie. Ever since the accident, I've forgotten a bit of the important places that ... Bibi, when did Bibi come to Indonesia?" Daisha smiled after looking sad.

He doesn't want to talk about the accident right now. Areta looked pityfully at her nephew, it was unexpected that bad luck would befall her.

"I flew to Indonesia after receiving news of your uncle. Daisha, you grew up beautiful, just like your father. It's just, everyone almost forgot his figure. Honey, when exactly did all this happen? Forgive Aunt for not knowing about this" said the woman sadly.

She was truly sorry, had she come to Indonesia with her husband. The possibility of bad things can be prevented. Daisha does not need to lose sight, and they can live together. She was supposed to take care of Daisha at the time.

Innocent little girl must lose her parents in youth. It must have been hard for him to live life alone. Without the love and affection of the parents, while he still desperately needs both.

Daisha sighed, she smiled understandingly. Bibi's condition, which is occupied by business in his country, does not allow him to travel.

"It's okay, Auntie. Since Uncle's death .. The important thing we can meet here. I'm glad Bibi is okay, which means I still have family and not alone" Daisha said.

Dareen who was watching them from afar felt anxious when she saw the changing ripples of Daisha's face. He was worried that the foreign woman was degrading his wife like people.

"Eh! Where are you going?" prevent Alfin when Dareen is about to step over to Daisha and Areta.

"I want to see my wife, I feel anxious. My heart is not calm, Alfin. Can you just let me go?" pinta Dareen while releasing Alfin's hand checks on his arm.

"Sister is right, I also feel anxious after noticing Big Brother with that woman. I also want to go there," Laila chimed in as she followed Dareen.

The two women were still busy talking about the past they had passed. Daisha looks enthusiastic to hear the past stories that she forgot.

"really?" daisha asked with a big smile.

"Of course it's true, Auntie has all her portraits." Areta smiles, but also grieves that she was unable to show them the pictures of Daisha when she was little.

"Are you guys done?"

"Sister, why did it come so suddenly?" ask Daisha not happy.

He was nostalgic for his aunt, but Dareen's arrival blew it all away. Aunt became quiet again, noiseless.

"I'm worried about you, baby. Did he do anything bad to you?" sahut Dareen while glancing sharply at Areta who behaved arrogantly.

Daisha smiled, shook her head slowly and said, "Didn't Big Brother see it for himself? I'm fine."

Dareen approached, looking at his wife from head to toe. This made Areta smile amused herself. He glanced at Daisha, and noticed the way Dareen treated his nephew. Really, in the eyes of the man radiated a deep love for him.

I see that man loves our niece so much, baby. Oh, he remembers me for you. You used to look at me like that too.

Dareen sighed after confirming Daisha's good state. He sat next to his wife staring intently at the figure behind the fan.

"Laila? You're here?" Daisha smiled broadly at the sight of her sister.

"Yes, Brother. I'm worried about Brother," Laila replied glancing at Areta silently.

"Sister, Laila. This is Aunt Helen, my aunt. He is not a bad person, he lives abroad and deliberately came to Indonesia to look for me," Daisha said introducing Areta to the two of them.

"Auntie, that little girl is my sister .. ah, the sister I raised, I see," Daisha continued.

Areta folded her fan elegantly, looking at Laila who was standing not far from her.

"Hallo, I'm Helen. Nice to meet you, little girl. You're so sweet" Helen said in a classic-sounding tone.

Laila was nervous, staring doubtfully at the clumsy hand that stuck out in front of her. Slowly and trembling, Laila shook the hand.

"California. Nice to meet you, Mrs-"

"Ah, Auntie! Call me Aunt Helen, like Daisha called," Bibi interjected Laila's words.

Shaking the girl's lips, Helen's gentle motherly eyes reminded Laila of the figure of the woman who had given birth to her.

"Well, Auntie. Thank you" said the teenager.

Helen gently pulled her hand, and asked Laila to sit next to her seat. He turned his gaze back, looking at Dareen who was still silent after hearing who he was.

"You don't want to greet me, Mr Alvaro?" sindir Helen with a smile.

Dareen decided, too embarrassed to suspect his wife's aunt.

"Sister, say hello to Aunt Helen." Daisha nudged her husband's waist, making Dareen flinch.

"Ah, yes. Nice to meet you, Auntie. Forgive my ignorance for suspecting you." Dareen looked down politely.

Helen chuckled slightly, even her laughter sounded elegant. Really, he deserves the title of nobleman.

"No problem, Niece. I just want to leave Daisha to you, she's our most precious family treasure. Take care of her and love her because if you hurt her the least I'll take her away from you."

The words Helen spoke were no joke. Dareen flinched, she did not know Helen by name, but she knew that she was no ordinary woman. Who is Daisha's family?