Sacred In Stain
Past Times

Chapters 136. Past Times

Initially, Yudhis was afraid Khalisa was disappointed in him, afraid Khalisa felt lied to by him because he had not been frank from the beginning about who he really was.

For the first time, Yudhis opened up his most secret self only to the woman he married, a thing he never told plainly to even close friends.

About the true status in the Barata family which is only a adopted child, about her being present in her mother's womb without knowing who her biological father is, or who she is, about him who was born from the mischief of his birth mother's youth who must have been unwanted heartbeat, he said, then he was conceived in the condition of his mother who was affected by a mental disorder and finally closed his eyes when he was born to see the world.

Nothing is covered in a single shred. Yudhis was straightforward, wanting to tell Khalisa who he was by himself, not to reach Khalisa's ears through someone else's mouth. Because what someone else's mouth says sometimes does not fit the facts. It could be the actual topic just about yams, but to the ears of others has become a yam compote, can be imagined right? How much is the yam processed?

However, his excess worry erupted in the air. Perhaps Yudhis had not realized, his origin story had a terrible effect, making the confidence of Khalisa who often insecure flourished now.

After hearing the long outpouring that stuck in the heart of Yudhis, Khalisa actually welcomed him with a twinkle full of affection that was more and more real, more love. Looking at him softly full of proclamation, menukas full of comfort.

Despite having a similar origin, Khalisa said that Yudhis fate is more fortunate than his, because that is the fact.

“Abang is very lucky. Obviously luckier than me. And to be honest I envy, "Khalisa cheers sweetly, transmitting the same smile to the man in her arms.

Khalisa understood, no matter how lucky the fate of Yudhis, there must be times in the bottom of his heart to soak the unachievable longing on the figure of his biological parents, there is also the worry of being a selfless human being when the kindness and compassion of a whole-hearted loving person is pervading. Just as he often felt.

"I am envious because Brother can still know who gave birth to Brother to the world even though only through memories, still have a aunt who is a relative of his biological mother, he said, also taken care of and raised by extraordinary parents such as mami and papi, who raised and educated Abang to be an extraordinary figure. Clearly seen, mami and papi really love Abang as wide as the ocean. While I grew up in a place that was seen as skewed by people. The one who is looked at one eye, scorned and insulted, stained dirty with a stain. Also, I am just a kara, I do not have a family that has blood ties in this world. I only have Afkar,” Khalisa said. He spoke without complaining, even while commenting on a smile.

“Didn't you have a family now? Don't say that again, my heart hurts to hear it. You will never be without family in this world again. Also, the stain they pinned on you is not your fault at all. People who feel holy do not necessarily have the tenderness of your heart, Khalisa. Because sometimes they're worse, just protected behind the word honorable family."

Khalisa stared back at Yudhis who was looking up. Nailed him in the eye. The ripples of love in Khalisa's eyeballs are now fully bright. No more gamang, the more steady in the chest. Feeling unmistakable has decided to try to put his heart full of wounds on the figure of Yudhis in a halal romance.

“Yes, I already have a real family family.who do not look me one eye, and I am happy now, very happy,” great-grandson Khalisa, make her beautiful smile.

“Are you disappointed that I covered this up from you and just said it now? this may sound naive, but to be honest I am afraid you are disappointed and feel lied to,” sigh Yudhis, breathing heavily, still in a position to hug Khalisa while lying down.

“Kelewa? Not at all. Instead I am grateful, because it turns out we have something in common now.”

The handsome face of Yudhis was gradually relieved.crossing the blanket, he reached for his hand to reach for the cellphone. Back lying down after unlocking the screen, rolling the fingers looking around for something on the gallery feature on his phone.

“You saw my late mother?” yudhis suddenly said.

“Huh, I mean Abang's birth mother?” khalisa added while glaring.

Yudhis nodded his head. “Yes, the mother who gave birth to me, whom I can only remember in photos. The picture is a bit blurry, but my mom still looks beautiful.”

“I want,” Khalis replied excitedly.

Enthusiastic, Yudhis shows a photo of his biological mother. “After all court matters are over, I would like to take you on a pilgrimage to mother's grave in Jakarta. All of you come to the house of om and my aunt.”

“I cannot wait to visit there. Want to thank him, has given birth to an extraordinary figure like Brother who met me.” Khalisa's eyes sparkled with sincerity as pure as the meaning of his name.

Yudhis made a hug while telling stories about the past, and Khalisa faithfully listened. Yudhis story is similar to an interesting fairy tale read before going to bed, ushering the two in a deep embrace with a heart that is increasingly tied in the fabric of love, increasingly shaken, which is strengthened by the knot of the story of the past.

Seriate.