The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 121 ~ Tears of Regret
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"Already, Honey. Don't cry anymore."
Mala was still stunned, sitting in front of Dhana's feet who had been trying hard to bring her up. But Mala remained in her position, occasionally kissing the husband's feet, feeling guilty and very sinful to the husband, remembering what he had done to the princess for years.
"I'm guilty, Mom. I shouldn't have vented my past trauma on my daughter. I should have been able to control my explosive thoughts and emotions when I saw my daughter. I'm really sorry, Mas." said Mala, a hiccup.
"No, Honey. You are innocent!!! All of this is happening under your consciousness, you accidentally hate our daughter!!!" dhana said, calming the wife.
Mala was more and more stunned, her body squeezed from crying, regretting her bad deeds to the princess for 8 years. Not loving, ignoring, let alone not assuming Wulan is in the house. As if Wulan was just a display that was not worthy of being considered special.
Rushing Dhana grabbed the wife's body, took her to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbed her body, calmed her down so that the wife was calmer to talk.
Mala's cry further broke, a streak of regret clearly visible on her huffed face. But with great love, Dhana who has a patient nature continues to try to calm the heart of the wife.
"Calm yourself, honey! If you want to cry, then cry longer so that the burden in your heart feels light!" dhana said while rubbing the back of the wife who shook violently.
Mala nodded, immersing her face deeper into the very warm embrace of her husband, making her feel calm and peaceful, until her annoying crying stopped. Making Dhana who felt the wife had calmed down, broke the embrace. Staring at the bead of the wife who was swollen due to crying too much.
Netra Mala, that beautiful netra implies something that for all these years was lost and never again seen. And now, the beautiful twinkle in the net is back to what it used to be, like our first meeting at the Cafe. It was beautiful Netra that surprised me, and assumed that my twin sister was still here, until I fell in love. O Allah.. has my former wife returned? Dhana murmured in the heart.
Lama Dhana stared at the beautiful, wet bead, looking at every inch of the beautiful face of the wife whom he longed for her kindness and tenderness. His burly hand cupped the wife's face perfectly, wiping the layers of regret on her cheeks that continued to flow profusely. The eyes of the two are increasingly locked, until the focus of Dhana moved on the thin lips of the wife.
The cup!
Their distance was cut short instantly, Dhana landed her lips on the lips of the wife. Something happened that was very missed, the slow and gentle movement of Dhana turned deeper, demanding something that he had been enduring because he knew enough about the condition of the wife. Their lips were still tightly clenched, sipping each other and enjoying each other. Until the oxygen supply between the two human beings bonded halal was exhausted after a few minutes knitting love each other.
Dhana and Mala take off each other pagutan, eyes that are still closed brought them to stick to each other's forehead, until the distance of the nose pointed both are trimmed. Both are still panting, trying to regulate the breathing that is racing strongly, along with the strength of the heartbeat.
"Has my wife returned? Is the shock I've been feeling all along wrong? Please convince me again, dear!" dhana said without removing their foreheads.
Mala sighed softly, trying to regulate the breath that was still panting because of the act of the husband. Kiss it long enough and make it lose a lot of air.
"I'm sorry, Mom. All this time my heart and my mind were broken. They fought each other and I was unable to control them, until my illness recurred. Actually I'd love to tell you before we get married, but I'm afraid to trouble you and your family. I don't want you guys to be hard just because I have a syndrome disorder. Every time I wanted to tell you, I remembered my dark past. I thought after giving birth to our twins, I could recover and my syndrome was gone. But it turned out that my mind was getting increasingly upset and every time I saw Wulan, I was reminded of my mother's treatment. My mother also did not accept my presence in her life."
The crystal thread again fell, framing Mala's face which still looked pale, making it clear that her condition had not fully recovered. But swiftly, Dhana wiped the feather so as not to fall further. Breaking off the glue that had originally attached his forehead to Mala's forehead, then staring fixedly at the wife back, letting her continue to string together the strands of past stories.
"My father had taken me and my mother to treatment, but because Dad did not have enough money to treat my illness and Mother's illness that was stressful at that time, Dad was only able to give me and Mother traditional medicine. No one can guarantee my illness can be completely cured with just the drug, until finally the disease syndrome in me relapses again after I give birth and know the truth that my daughter is not perfect. The shock, shock and trauma that I experienced used to mix into one, so that I couldn't control everything properly."
Dhana sighed heavily, trying to be a good listener for Mala. While Mala is seen occasionally wiping away the tears of regret that now enveloped.
"If you hadn't killed Mas Atha's parents back then, maybe you could have taken me to the hospital for treatment. After the murder, not only was Mom stressed, but I was sick too!!! With great difficulty I tried to forget about the event, but I couldn't! All this time I've been quiet, Mom! Soak everything up yourself and therefore my syndrome disease reappears!"
Dhana nodded, assuring all complaints the wife who had been alone, did not tell it to Dhana who was ready to be a place to share the feeling of a lifetime with him.
"Everything Mas Atha said that night was true, Mas. My mother was a murderer and my father was willing to give all his property to the family of Mas Atha so that Mother survived the pursuit of Police and punishment. Mother, my mother made me like this! Mother caused all this mess! Because of Mom, I hate my daughter!" racau Mala, trying to control herself.
"Quiet, Honey! You should not be emotional because your psychic condition has not recovered properly! Your mother was not wrong! He was only carried away by feelings to emotions because of his ambition. This is fate, my dear! We cannot avoid and avoid it. You must be sincere and can forget the dark event! You must be able to control the emotions related to the past!" dhana said, trying to calm Mala down.
Mala nodded, wiping away the crystal circles of her eyes that continued to flow nonstop, regretting everything that had passed.
"You know? Today is the day I've been waiting for. The day you will call Wulan your own daughter. I'm happy, honey. I am so happy and grateful that my former wife has returned" Dhana said, stroking the beloved wife's face gently.
"I'm sorry, Mas. Please forgive my mistakes all this time. I have also been against you a lot, not obeying my own husband's orders. I've also been disobeying Father and Mother. They must be very disappointed in me, Mom. I beg you, forgive me." said Mala, bowed sadly.
"Hey, listen to me! Long before you apologize like this, I've forgiven you, baby. I never thought of you as an ungodly wife. You are the woman I love the most, after my mother and twin sister! Because of you, I got one more love, Wulan, our beautiful daughter. And I'm sure, Dad and Mom must have forgiven this daughter-in-law." said Dhana, cupping the wife's face perfectly.
The crystal chirp fell from Mala's eyes after hearing the loving words from her husband's lips. Wiped quickly by Dhana's thumb with a smile full of love too.
"I also want to apologize to our two children, Mas. I was too disobedient to those who should have received love from me fairly. I also want to hug the body of my little daughter, Mas. True what Doctor Ali and his assistant said at that time, if we remember the face of our own child, all the weight problems will definitely feel lighter. The child is the most beautiful gift and gift that God gives and must be kept well. Being a mother is the desire of all the women in this world. Thinking positively and forgetting the past is the key to living the future" Mala said, looking into Dhana's eyes.
"Yes, Honey. After they get home from school, you can hug them. As we once dreamed. And I'm more convinced that now my wife is really back to what she used to be." replied Dhana, stroking the wife's head.
"Are they going to forgive me, Mom? Because of this syndrome, I can only disappoint them and make them sad, let alone Wulan." said Mala, suddenly sad again.
"Of course, honey. I'll guarantee all that. They never hated their mama" Dhana replied, reassuring Mala.
"Now please take me to see Father and Mother, Mas. I want to apologize to them too." Mala said, staring at Dhana full of hope.
Dhana commented on the smile, the immeasurable gratitude continued to skyrocket in the heart for today's miracle. Only twice full Mala do therapy, although assisted with drugs as a support for his psychic that has been too down because of the past. But the fate of life seems to be on the side of his small family, thanks to the therapy of Doctor Ali, the wife can recover as soon as now, making Dhana constantly grateful.
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The clattering of legs was racing, carrying the body to run as hard as possible while pushing a gurney occupied by a poor woman. Lying weakly helpless from fainting on the side of the road.
"You guys wait here! Let the doctor handle the patient!" exclaim the man officer.
Damar and Wulan nodded, knowing the strict rules of the hospital that do not allow anyone to enter when the patient is in the ER room.
"It doesn't have to be that sweet, Deck! That woman is not our family or relatives!" exclaimed Damar who was already sitting in the waiting chair.
"But pity that Auntie, Mas!" wulan said with her sign language, stopping the pacing steps since then.
"But we're at the hospital!!! Better to sit here!!! Mas is not willing, if Adek to get sick just because of the foreign woman!" exclaim the strict Damar.
Wulan clucked with anxiety, her thin lips immediately pursed when she heard the words of the twin mas which was too excessive in her opinion in times of precarious situations and conditions like this. Then make him move, choose to sit next to the twin mas according to his word.
"Don't pout dong! Time because of the foreign woman, Adek so cuekin Mas!" seloroh Damar, teasing his sister.
Wulan simply shook her head, her pursed lips becoming more and more. Damar who saw it only clucked in anxiety, looking at Wulan's adorable lips.
Chequek!
The sound of the doorknob opening surprised Damar and Wulan, making the two move and approached the doctor who came out with the nurse. But not for long, the other sisters came out while pushing the gurney occupied by the helpless foreign woman.
"How's Aunt Doc doing?" asked Damar, representing the question of the sister who had been impatiently waiting for news.
"He's just exhausted. Supposedly, for a person who is seriously ill like him it is resting at home, not wandering outside the house. So please, you guys warn him. Don't do too much strenuous activity let alone walk far." replied the doctor who handled the girl.
Damar and Wulan looked at each other in surprise when they heard the doctor's explanation.
"Hugely ill? Doctor, is that aunt in serious pain right now?" ask Damar.
"Not only is it bad, it's even too bad!!! According to medical records, the woman had stage three blood cancer! So his current condition is very vulnerable and weak if brought to activity!" answer the doctor.
Damar and Wulan were flabbergasted, it turned out that the girl they helped was seriously ill.
"But you don't have to worry. The woman's condition is now stable, because it looks like she has just finished chemotherapy until her endurance improves faster and is still strong." the doctor's dream was to calm the still dumbfounded Damar-Wulan.
"Thank you Doctor" said Damar.
"Now you can see it because the nurse has already moved the woman to the nursery. Then, excuse me first." said the doctor kindly.
"Thank you Doctor" Damar said.
The doctor nodded then moved from his position, leaving Damar-Wulan in the silence of each other's minds. Making them momentarily speechless, still not believing the suffering of the girl.
"Mas remembers Onty Dhina, Dek!"
"Well.aass..."
"Are you wrong for being too su'uzon?"
The pensive Wulan turned his head immediately, looking at the twin who seemed to feel guilty towards the poor woman. Then the little girl shook her head, grabbed Damar's limp hand and calmed him down. There was a trace of guilt on his face from thinking too badly of the woman.
"Then let's see that aunt first! After that we just went home!" exclaim Damar.
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