Night Destiny
Unable to Accept

"J-so they're my parents?."

Azka approached his wife, she took Salsa away from the broken glass under her feet.

"Your feet didn't get broken by glass, did they?."

Salsa shook her head, "A-what did you mean, Ka? Is it true that Salwa's parents are my real parents? How can?."

Azka let out a long sigh, she prepared to tell all that she had heard from Dirga to his wife. "When you were taken to the hospital, you lost a lot of blood. Your blood is a rare blood type. Whether it's following us or not, but when the doctor says you need a lot of blood, he donates it right away when he knows it's the same blood as you. At first I refused, but I must not be selfish because your life is at stake. At that time apparently Danar asked the doctor to do a DNA test for you. I don't know why, and how he thought about doing that. But the result turned out to be true, you are their missing biological child!."

Salsa was stunned, it turned out that she still had biological parents, even their lives were so comfortable. Different from him who lives hard. Moreover, it was because of this man that Salsa had to lose her baby. In the past, she had always hoped that someone would pick her up, claim to be her parents and bring her a happy life with them. But when that day came, Salsa somehow took it hard.

"Are you okay?" asked Azka.

Salsa was silent, whether to be happy or sad she herself did not know. "What should I do, Ka?."

Azka carries Salsa in her arms, she knows Salsa is disappointed with the circumstances that are happening to her now. "I don't know what you're feeling. But if you can't accept everything, there's no need to force it. Make peace with your heart first, then you can make peace with the situation!."

Salsa enjoyed her husband's embrace, a hug that always made her comfortable, "Did I sin if I couldn't accept them? There are so many questions I ask myself, Ka. Where have they been all this time? Have they ever been looking for me? Or just forget about me. You know very well their lives are so comfortable. Different from me who even had to work hard until meeting you that night. Why should they be, Ka? Why must the man make our baby-!." Salsa was unable to continue her words, her heart was too sore to accept all this reality.

Azka wiped Salsa's tears, "I won't force you to meet them. You have the right to refuse to meet with Om Danar and Anya Aunty!."

Salsa felt claustrophobic, her feelings mixed. She wanted to be hugged by her mother, she wanted to joke, eat, and even sleep with her parents. Things that Salsa has never felt until now. What if he rejects his own parents? Not wanting to be an ungodly child, Salsa was simply disappointed by the circumstances. Why would fate play him like this. She is the older sister of Salwa, her husband's former fiancee. Isn't it so cruel to take the person your sister loves? All felt heeled, somehow Salsa lived it all forward.

True Azka said, he had to make peace with his heart first to be able to make peace with the situation.

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"Where?" Salwa said to the man in front of her.

"This, as your request!,"

Salwa checked the envelope received from the man, then laughed. "Good, I love your work. This is your pay!," he said, giving the man a thick envelope.

Salwa smiles leaving the cafe, she drives her car and goes home.

"Have you come home?" asked Anya

"Yes, Ma. I've met my friend!."

Salwa looked at Mama, since the incident Anya slapped her, the relationship between the two was a little tenuous.

"Alright, Ma. We can talk in the room like we always do."

Anya nodded, she grabbed Salwa's arm then walked towards her daughter's room. Such a luxurious and complete room. Instantly Anya's heart felt sad, the child she raised lived so comfortably. While her biological daughter, she had been living in Orphanage.

"Ma? Is there anything Mama thinks? Mama's daydreaming!."

Anya shook her head, "Mama didn't think of anything."

Salwa was sitting next to Mama, "We haven't talked together like this in a long time, Ma. Right after Azka cancelled my wedding."

Anya nodded, "How do you feel now to Azka? Can you let it go?."

Salwa looked at Mama fixedly, "That's impossible, Ma. Mama knows how much I love Akza. Our relationship has been established since childhood. Forgetting everything was certainly not as easy as flipping a palm!."

Anya stroked Salwa, the thing she had been doing since the girl became her child. "Forgetting is not easy. But shaking it will make us feel relieved. Try to think openly. Perhaps God did not bring you and Azka together. You guys can still be close as big brother, right?."

Salwa immediately stood up, she looked at her Mama with an indecipherable look. "If Mama's purpose is to talk me out just to ask me to forget Azka. My mom was wrong to think I would. I can't and I don't want to. Azka had no obligation to take responsibility for the woman because their child was gone. Azka can come back to me and divorce his wife!."

Anya looked at Salwa with nanar, is this the daughter she raised lovingly? The daughter he loved and loved since childhood.

Danar's habit of indulging and giving whatever Salwa asks makes her a selfish girl. Salwa is also stubborn.

"But Azka has chosen Salsa, dear. He had decided to continue their household even though his son was gone. Do you think Azka will come back to you after she makes her choice? You're just gonna hurt yourself."

Salwa smiled bitterly, "Mama has indeed changed. My mother is no longer the mother I know. Now Mama's more defending other people than Mama's own daughter!."

"Mama just doesn't want you to get hurt too deep, Sal. My mom says all this because she loves you. You are beautiful, Mama sure out there are many men who want to be your life companion. Start opening up, start rearranging your life, son. Forget Azka."

Salwa shook her head, "I will indeed reimagine my life. But only with Azka!."

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Who would blaspheme Salwa raise their hands?