SOUND FOR DILARA
CHAPTERS 126. MY MAMA

"Mama will always accept her daughter's condition .. are you ready?" The two pairs of round neutrals sat face to face with each other in hope.

In silence, arranging a strong heart so that when he meets the Mother, he can share his stubbornness with her.

Davina patted Dila's hand on the lap. Then he got up and took his foot to one of the rooms not far from there.

Before entering, Davina opened the door and pushed slowly, she turned to Dila, smiling and nodding faintly.

Inside the room. .

Davina saw her brother just shut down his mushaf. Sit on the edge of the bed.

"Vina, long time. My baby's starving, where is she?" The woman who was still very beautiful looked sulky, the items in her room scattered.

Devana, sometimes often rages if the memory reappears. Sometimes he just prays and teaches all the time. But not infrequently, he cried all day until his body was tired.

If it is in bad shape, as it is today. Devana always asks for a baby accompanied by roaring cries. Some of the wounds on his body were created from the results of the impingement upon a sense of despair.

Unlike usual, Vina who often serve the babble of her brother. This time, she hugged Devana while crying loudly.

"Vina, why? what's wrong with my baby? she's sick, isn't she?" said the brother, hugging him tightly.

"Vina, why. I haven't seen my baby since she was born. You promised my son, didn't you? have you met?" ask Deva soberly.

Like this. Sometimes he is very talkable, his memory intact until they both talked for a long time with laughter. Not infrequently, mental shock over the pain of losing a baby appears between conversations.

Davina untied their embrace. Looking at the face of the sister who was never exposed to the sun. He stroked the smooth skin wrapped in a hijab, removing traces of tears from there.

"Deva, your baby is magical, she has grown into a beautiful woman today. You want to not, meet him?" she held back the crying.

"Your missing baby, has met but he has grown up .. has a handsome husband and a son. You have a granddaughter" Davina's soft voice choked. Hoarse to hold so that the tone of his speech is not discordant.

Devana put her ears in earnest. There was a doubt on the face of the ayu. Maybe his brain is digesting the fragment of the sentence thrown by his sister.

Devanagari, start responding.

"A grown-up? you take good care of my daughter, huh Vina, where is she?" Devana started crying.

"Vina .. You're not lying, are you? I have a grandchild? uh, did my baby have a baby? how's it?" tanyanya's confused.

Davina explained it over and over again until the older brother understood. Stay with a soft and slow tone. She always thought that her brother did not have a severe mental disorder.

Devana is just shaken up, she has been getting mental therapy and her condition has improved in recent years. It's just that the sense of loss still often appears.

"Oh I understand. My daughter you took care of until adulthood. Then get married and have kids. Where now? I wanna see you?" his sobbing began to intensely sound. What Davina said, she slowly understood.

The younger brother warned, so that when meeting the face later Deva must remain calm. You cannot scream or attack.

The lady nodded enthusiastically at the request of her sister.

"I'm sane. I'm healthy, aren't I Vina? not crazy, my daughter must have accepted me, because her mother is not a gendheng," she said again, tears had flooded her face and hijab.

Davina cries, seeing the determination of the brother, she knows that Devana is trying hard, betting heart between sanity and despair.

"Wait on, sister, I call her .. Her name is Dilara Huwaida, called Dila. Brother remember?" resolutely Vina stared at the round bead of her brother's eyes.

"Yes .. remember, Dilara my daughter.." she replied quickly while nodding. He wiped his tears too.

"I'm still young, right? still pretty? it's neat yet, Vina?" Deva got up from the bed, pecking herself in front of the mirror. Convince yourself that her appearance is perfect.

"Devanagari is always beautiful in our eyes. Wait, that's quiet," said Vina to get up from the side of the bed. He opened the door, calling Dila and Mita to come inside.

Dilara turned towards the voice that was calling, he got up and approached Davina behind the door.

"Dila, come in here yuk. And Mita, later yaa but slowly after they get to know each other," Vina told the two. He opened the door wide so that Dila could enter.

The woman's face was very ayu, just like her even though faint fine gurats were imprinted there. Dila hesitated, her steps stopped at the door until Davina pushed slowly on the niece's back to continue approaching Deva.

"North?" the soft voice was heard, the look on her calm face turned to hold back the cry. Those red lips started to tremble calling out the name of a princess.

"Ma-ma?"

No other answer, Devanagari opened both arms wide, asking Dila to welcome her invitation.

"My ma-ma?"

Dila's steps were limped, a little doubtful but her heart began to warm. The heartbeat beats fast, pumping blood tight until it ripples to the tip of the pulse.

Deva nodded. "A-I am .. ma-ma," he was already flooded with tears, the sound of crying asked for a berth.

The eldest daughter of Danuarta, rose from her seat. He stood up, although the legs are not sure able to support the body's weight because of the grief.

"Mamaaaa," Dilara half-running, open arms welcoming the embrace of the Mother.

Grep.

They hug each other. Dividing the cries on each shoulder. Mita began to enter the room, when the view of the shahdu was created.

He perpetuates the moment haru, although tears did not escape hiding from the netra sipitnya. Do not ask how the atmosphere of the room, just a heart-wrenching stuffing filled the air.

The two women collapsed touching the floor, still hugging each other tightly.

Devanagari are reluctant to release their body link, fearing that they will lose their daughter again.

"Mama, Dila has Mama," isak Dilara peri.

"It's Mama, Son. Mama, I'm sorry bad mama doesn't take care of Dila ya," Deva is no less sad.

"Dila, my daughter Dila."

A mother's warm embrace, Dila's back was clenched after losing the Ruhama. How he longs for the selfless, tender hand that always supports him first.

Now, fate brings him to a new story. Finding the Mother of the birth even though the heart repeatedly brushed off the hope of meeting the original family later. God is Good, Dila is so grateful.

"Ma," Devanagari's daughter, unravels the embrace.

"Yes, son." Soft fingers of sister Vina, rubbing tears on her daughter's cheeks.

"A-I .. ma-sih do not believe your kee here, Mama" said Shan's mother slowly and stammered as she stared into the bead of the woman's eyes in front of her.

"Mama too. Happy, ma-ma Ha-pp-yy," the soft voice choked again, tears shed without being held back.

Devanagari grabbed the face of the princess, smelling all her parts without remaining. Pulling the palm of Dilara to feel the heartbeat of himself.

Sadness thick felt, puffy face no longer ignored. Tears fall cubic but no sign will recede created.

Dila nodded quickly, he hugged the Mama back. This time it was tighter.

"My mom, mama."

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