Other Dream Women
Chapters 77. Back to Happy Gathering

"Dad ... Why can it be like this? Forgive Aya, Dad, forgive Aya!"

Cahya ran over to the father who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the window. The woman undid her body on the floor and buried her head on Candra's lap.

The woman's heart throbbed more pain when she saw the state of the father like this. After all the full moon did not meet the father, now he was actually met in a state that seemed to tear the mind like this. He seemed not to know the figure of the father because his body was getting thinner and less powerful.

"Since two years ago, your father's been depressed, Ay. In such circumstances, I always call your name. Maybe I miss you."

Bintari came closer to her son and husband. At first glance, he recounts the incident that happened to Candra two years ago.

"Yes Allah ... Why is it that under these circumstances Aya is never told, Mom? And why did Angkasa sister also not tell me about the state of the father when he met Aya again?"

"Let's go Ay, all this happened so fast. At that time your mother or sister never knew where your whereabouts and mobile number. So your mother and sister are just focusing on the healing process."

Cahya's heart was getting pinched hearing the mother's words. He realized that he had also cut off all access to communication with his family. It was all at the behest of Awan who felt heartache for the attitude shown by his father. Therefore, Awan gave an order to cut off all forms of communication with the Cahya family.

"Then, at this time what efforts must be made so that the father can recover as usual Mom?"

"All the methods and therapies have your mother and sister do. Now it is just waiting for the ridho from God to restore the condition of the father as before. I hope that after your arrival, my father's condition will improve."

The endless roar of tears down Cahya's face frame. He stared at the figure of the man whose face now looks so cute. Gently, he grabbed Candra's palm and he placed it on her cheek.

"Dad ... He came home to ask for mercy. Don't torture Aya in this way. I need to recover to forgive Aya."

With a trembling voice, Cahya spilled all the turmoil that was inside the chest. Regret, longing, fear as if summarized into one in the soul. He was sorry that he had fought against blessing. I miss you for years not meeting. And afraid if the father can not be healed. All those flavors seemed to burst out in the heart.

"Dad ... Today Aya went home to her father's arms to ask for forgiveness and wanted to reopen a new leaf from which the sheet had previously been worn."

Aya tried to wipe her tears which actually more and more flowing. Like a dike that broke down due to a flash flood, the tears did not want to stop flowing.

"Father healed yes. Give Aya a chance to correct all of Aya's mistakes."

The gaze of Candra's eyes that previously turned out to the outside of the window, now she shifted towards Cahya who was resting on her lap. Candra's forehead frowned slightly as if trying to remember something. Candra simply fell silent, not giving any response. The man could only look at the princess's face with an unreadable look.

"Father must be healed. You have to be happy in your old age and Aya promises to make you happy."

Silent. Candra still did not give any response. But the look in the middle-aged man's eyes was not separated from the two eyeballs of Cahya.

"Well, Aya has obtained the fruit of what Aya planted before. God inflicted a bitterness of life to open the eyes of Aya's heart. It turns out that what you said at the time was true. The clouds are not good men."

Although Cahya knew that the father did not respond at all, Cahya tried to invite this middle-aged man to communicate. He believed that his father could be healed as he had.

"Please beg for mercy. Forgive Cahya for all the wrongs that Cahya has done. We're reopening a new sheet together, yeah, yeah."

Candra's eyes look much sharper. His hands moved and raised to be able to reach the frame of Cahya's face. The fingers of this middle-aged man went through every curve of the child's face.

Cahya and Bintari were both stunned at the response shown by Candra. Candra, who had not previously been willing to show her body language, was now seen turning a hundred and eighty degrees.

Whether the emotional turmoil what happened, Candra's breath sounded so hunting. He was still silent but his lips were shaking. Dots of water began to gather in the corner of his eyes. The longer the more. And in a fraction of a minute, like a dike that broke due to a flash flood, Candra's tears spilled on her face.

"Yes ... my daughter?" lirih Candra with fingers that still gently caressed her daughter's face.

"Yes, this is Aya. Aya, Daddy's son."

"My son, my son!"

"Alhamdulillah O Allah ... Thank goodness...!!"

Cahya's voice sounded vibrating, making Bintari who was standing behind Cahya's back also shed tears. This reunion of her husband and son really leaves a great sense of haru. Shortly after, a big smile rose on Bintari's lips. As a form of gratitude for all the blessings God has given to her husband and daughter.

"Mother!!!"

The sound of two little girls coming from the direction of the door broke the atmosphere of the day that enveloped the atmosphere of this room. Candra, Cahya and Bintari both turned their heads towards the source of the voice and saw the two little girls entering the room.

Cahya got up from her position. He welcomed the presence of his two daughters with a smile on his lips.

"Darling ... Here Son. Say hello to Grandpa and Grandma!"

Alina and Malika were silent for a moment when they looked at Bintari's face and also Candra who looked so foreign in their eyes. That's what made Cahya chuckle softly.

"Dear, don't be afraid. Grandpa Candra and Grandma Bintari are both your grandparents. Let's salim first!"

"Hallo Nek, this is Alina and this is Alina's sister is Malika. We are the beautiful daughters of Cahya's mother," said Alina introduced herself.

Bintari's face was happy. The woman slightly bent her body and hugged these two grandchildren.

"MashaAllah ... Right, these are Grandma's grandkids?"

"True dong Nek. Malika's face looks like Mother's, right?" malika's voice sounds adorable.

"MashaAllah .... Besides being beautiful, Grandma's grandkids are also smart."

Bintari unravels her embrace. He kissed the faces of his two grandchildren alternately. "Well, now salim the same grandfather huh. Grandpa must be very happy with your arrival."

Alina and Malika both stared at Candra who was still faithfully sitting on her wheelchair. It didn't take long, the two little girls scattered their bodies into the Candra's crib.

"Grandpa!!!!!" the two daughters of Cahya hugged Candra's body.

Candra's body was a little aghast when she got a hug from these two little girls. But in a split second, there was a warmth flowing through the blood stream as his body was embraced by these two little angels. His eyes suddenly heated up, forming water spots on his fertilizer and it didn't take long for the water dots to fall from the windows of his heart.

"My grandchildren...."

Dropping again the tears that are still left in the net Cahya. This time it was no longer the tears of sadness but the tears of happiness that framed his face. Finally, his relationship with his father can return as usual.

Alhamdulillah .... Thank you for all your blessings, God...

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