PRISON LOVE For STELLA
THE TRUTH IS PAINFUL
The plane carrying Safira finally arrived in Batam. The woman took the taxi she ordered five minutes after she got off the plane.
Safira doesn't want to buy any more time. He doesn't care, even if his father will lock him back in. Will be angry at him. Or maybe even throw it far abroad again. He doesn't care. The important thing right now for him is to get answers for what they did to him.
Safira seemed to be breathing deeply. Prepare his heart and mentality to face that stubborn and calculating father.
Now, his feet have landed the house where he grew up. With great determination and conviction, Sapphira finally entered the house.
"Non Fira!" said one of the household assistants who has long devoted himself to working for his family.
"Where is it, Bi?" ask Safira.
The housekeeper did not answer Safira's question. A middle-aged woman scowled, instantly answering the question without a stale ado.
"Eh, there's a child who doesn't know himself. Still dare you come here!" say the woman.
The obvious answer was successful to make Safira confused. Not only confused, these words also successfully hurt the heart of this beautiful woman.
"What do you mean, Mama?" ask Safira.
"meaning? I don't have any intention. You better go, after your father who does not know himself too. This is not your home anymore! and don't ever get your foot in here again. Because your father and I are no longer in a relationship!" said the woman was excited.
"What does Mama mean? Where's papa?" safira asked, still trying to be patient with the relief of his heart.
"Originally you know, I'm not your mama. Go there!" throw the woman while pulling Safira's hand to get out of the house where she grew up.
"Wait for Ma, wait. Evidently to Fira first what is the meaning of all this. Why did you leave Fira alone in Sydney? Why are you saying Juan Fira is dead? Why Ma? Why?" safira asked while trying to hold his body so as not to come out of the house first.
"Because I'm sick of you! I'm sick of your mother! I'm sick of your father! I'm sick of everything!" the woman shouted, without thinking about the confusion Safira was feeling at this moment.
"Myfather? My mammy? What do you mean Mama?" ask Safira again.
"I took care of you for years. Raised you with my love. Even though you are not my own daughter. I gave luxury to you, to your father. Sufficient of your needs. Because I love you guys. Then, your godfather! he! he destroyed everything. He's still playing behind my back with your mom. With that damned woman! Now go! Just go! Don't ever show your face to me again. I'm sick!" said the middle-aged woman again. Starting to be unable to control his emotions.
There was pity in Safira's heart. Even though he himself still could not understand the reality that actually happened. Sapphira approached the woman and begged for mercy. Apologizing for everything that happened. That made the woman hurt.
"Sorry Fira, Ma. Really Fira does not know anything," said Safira while putting his head on the lap of the woman who had raised him.
Laila could not bear to refuse the girl who had been considered her own child. Lalila let Sapphira hug her legs and cry on her lap.
Sapphira also asked for forgiveness from her mother several times. In any case, he also once made Laila disappointed, by getting pregnant out of wedlock.
"I'm sorry Fira, Ma. Forgive Fira! Sorry, Ma, sorry," said the beautiful woman in her sobs.
"I hate your papa, Fira. He's evil!" laila said, the woman came back crying. But more calm. It is no longer hiteris.
No longer rejecting Sapphira.
"Fira love Mama.Fira love Ma! Don't drive Fira again!" safira pleaded. This beautiful girl kept begging and hugging the legs of this woman who had raised her.
Laila herself could not hold back her tears. In any case, Sapphira is a little girl who has been foster, she grew up with her love. What he hated was the girl's mother. What made him hurt was the girl's father. This girl knows nothing. He should not blame this girl. Because he doesn't know anything.
"Bi, please get me a drink," Safira asked gently to one of her house assistants. The woman quickly took what Safira asked for.
"Thank you, Bi," Safira told the old woman who had taken a drink for her mother.
"Drink first, Ma!" pinta Safira on the woman who looks to be suffering from it.
"Once again Fira apologizes, Ma!" soft Safira pinta. Laila was silent, without saying a word.
"Is what Fira heard earlier a truth, Ma?" ask Safira gently. Trying to take care of the heart of this woman he loves so much.
Laila was crying again. It seemed that he regretted saying those words to Sapphira. For I have, however, considered Sapphira to be his own daughter. If only they hadn't played with fire behind them. Maybe Laila won't hurt Sapphira.
Seriate....