Mother is Not a Night Woman
You can ask anything from me, except for the hero!

"Via, do you agree that Shera meets Lyla often?" ask Dad on Via.

Via speechless. He glanced at Lyla who was now in the lap of Wira. Even with the Hero who returned that gaze with a thin smile.

"Dad, about that ..." Via hangs his words. His gaze was now directed at Shera.

"Tell me, kid! Here you're the most entitled to Lyla."

"Dad, I don't want to forbid Sister Shera to be with Lyla often. But we all know Lyla's condition now. His emotions can affect his health. If we force it, I'm afraid Lyla will ..."

Unable to bear it, Shera immediately interrupted Via's conversation. "Say you don't want me to meet my son. Aye right?"

"Take your talk, Shera!" wira stared intently at Shera. Her hand caressed Lyla's hair which was now resting her head on her chest. Lyla raised her head, looking at Wira.

"Dad, Lyla doesn't want to be with that aunt. Lyla's scared, Dad!" whispered slowly.

"Yes, Honey ..."

Both of Shera's eyeballs had been glazed over hearing Lyla's words. How long Lyla has continued to reject him, even though Shera has tried to persuade him in various ways.

"I'm Lyla's real mother, I was pregnant for nine months, and I gave birth to her. Not you!" The woman wiped her tears.

"And you're the one who can throw it away without a sense of sin, right?" Via.

Shera's getting so unaccepted. "Did you deliberately make Lyla afraid of her own birth mother?" shera's yelling made Lyla even more frightened. "Well, I'll give you a choice, I'll be Lyla's donor if Wira comes back to me!"

Via clenched his hand, furious at Shera's words. Not wanting the debate to continue, he finally grabbed Lyla's body and held her. "Sorry, I don't want Lyla to hear this kind of debate. Mas, Dad, Mom, I'm sorry for a second." Via left the dining room, heading for Lyla's room on the top floor, followed by Wira behind.

Shera remained with her hatred for the increasingly becoming Via. The woman looked at father and mother with tears.

"Shera ... Follow me! Let's talk, "take Mr. Gunawan. He stepped first into a room. Shera followed her former father-in-law.

After arriving in a room, Shera sat on a chair and cried.

Mr. Gunawan took a deep breath, he recalled the events of a few years earlier, when Wira promised a man to marry his daughter.

"Shera, Wira never intentionally harmed your parents. It was a pure accident. And anyway, Wira has kept her promise to your father by marrying you. You bind the hero with guilt for the death of your parents not with love. Did you forget, you're the one who left Wira. If now Wira continues her life that you destroyed, it's not her fault."

"But Dad, I've admitted my mistake. I knew I was wrong for leaving Wira. But---"

"Enough, Shera!" The middle-aged man raised his hand, a sign of no longer wanting to hear any justification from the woman in front of him. "You've had enough to make the Hero suffer all this time. Now please let go of the Hero and let him live his new life."

"But, Dad ..."

"I'll give you whatever you need as the keeper. But please, forget your intention to return to Hero. You don't love the hero, and vice versa. What you feel for yourself all this time is not love but a great sense of guilt."

"Wira loves me, Dad! I know that."

"No Shera. The hero punishes him for feeling the cause of your parents' deaths. Until finally he could not distinguish between love and guilt. Now, he is building his new life. I beg you to free the Hero from all that guilt."

"But I don't have anyone anymore."

Mr. Gunawan rubbed Shera's shoulder. "That's not true. You can still consider me as your father's replacement. You can ask anything from me, except for the hero."

Shera's cries echoed back in the room. Rice has become porridge, maybe that proverb is the right fit. It felt as though it possessed the soul of that woman. Now his hope to return to have Wira has been dashed. Regret is painful. The hero belongs to someone else, and so does Lyla.

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