The Destiny of the Mute Girl
Episode 6 ~ Flashback (4)

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"Thank you for this great gift, O God."

The happiness that came increased when I heard the news that my wife's condition was stable. My gratitude fills my heart and my extended family. With wide footsteps, my father, mother and my twins came to the hospital.

And sure enough, when I went into Mala's nursery, I saw my wife sitting on the headboard of her bed.

My tears glowed for a moment when I saw her beautiful smile. The smile I have missed so much over the past five years. Without thinking much, I ran up to her and directly hugged her thin-looking body from lying in bed all day, week, month and even year. My wife's cry broke instantly as her face sank in my arms. A deep longing kept me from stopping to shower her head with a kiss of love.

"Where are our kids?" mala asked on the sidelines sobs her crying that sounded soft.

"They're here, honey. They have grown up and they are currently in Kindergarten. Our sons and daughters are as handsome and beautiful as their parents. I miss you so much, baby. For five years, I tried to stay strong and wait for you and finally all my prayers were answered."

I can't keep my grievances hidden all this time. I hugged her body tightly again, showering her head with a loving gentle kiss. I really can't imagine losing the woman I love so much forever. Losing my sister has been a pain for years, let alone losing my wife who I love so much.

"Fire..."

When the atmosphere was enveloping me and Mala, suddenly the sound of a boy combing the ceiling of my wife's nursery. Mala and I simultaneously broke into a hug and turned to the source of the voice.

I saw Father and Mother coming in with Wulan, and Damar running towards me who was still standing by my wife's side.

"Bapy? Mas...is he our son?" asked Mala who raised her head and looked at me fixedly.

"Yes, Honey. He's our son. Name's Damar. Damar Prasetya Nandala and the little girl were his sister Damar. Our daughter whom I gave her the name Wulan Prasetya Nandala." I replied as I cupped my wife's face and wiped her tears and pointed towards Wulan as Father and Mother brought her in.

Mala's tears escaped again when her net saw the two little boys. His hands were outstretched, about to reach Damar and was warmly welcomed by my son. During Mala's coma, I never stopped to tell my two children all about Mala to let them know her mother.

"Mommy..."

Damar's voice sounded very clear when his hand was inside Mala's grasp. I saw a happy smile etched clearly on my wife's lips when I heard Damar's voice.

"Yes, Honey. It's Mami. Mami's sorry for taking so long to leave you and Wulan. Mami's son is very handsome. Mami loves you very much, son." said Mala who kissed the back of her son's hand.

My tears escaped again when I saw that soothing sight. So did Father and Mother who were standing some distance beside me with Wulan.

"Wulan darling. Come here, son. Mami also misses Mami's beautiful daughter very much." Mala said as she reached out her hand to welcome my daughter's hand.

Long hand Mala waiting for answers from her daughter, but Wulan never give a response. I saw my daughter who was just silent, standing near Father and Mother while looking at me. I wonder why Wulan didn't respond to her mother's call? Wulan always wears a brace in her ear. Is it possible that the device was damaged and lost function?

But I try to stay calm. There was one thing I had forgotten, which was to tell Mala about Wulan's true condition. I don't know why I suddenly hesitated and was afraid to tell Mala. Doubtful, afraid and worried that Mala could not accept the harsh reality about her daughter.

With complete confidence, I walked up to Wulan and brought her before my wife. I carried her body so that Mala could see her daughter from a very close distance. But Mala's countenance changed when her net caught something in my daughter's ear.

"Mas... What objects are attached to Wulan's ear? Why is he just silent and not calling me Damar?" ask Mala.

My body went limp for a moment as a barrage of questions from my wife rained down on my head. Feeling weak, I immediately lowered Wulan and gave it to Father and Mother. After that I also pulled Damar's hand and gave it to Mom and Dad.

"Speak to your wife, son. Mom and Dad will take your kids out so you can talk quietly. Remember!!! Tell Mala the truth and don't be too forced. Your wife just woke up from her coma and you have to be careful to explain everything to your wife."

I just nodded when I heard Mom's words. Then Mom and Dad came out, took Damar and Wulan so I could freely tell my wife about her daughter's condition. After Father and Mother came out, I turned around and walked closer to the Mala bed. I slowly sat by her side, clasping her hands that still looked pale. I saw the look on my wife's curious face and demanded an explanation from me.

I took a deep breath before I told Mala everything about Wulan's condition. There was nothing I covered, from the delivery of that time to the present. Not a single moment was lost because I didn't want to cover it up. I have also told Wulan's skills that are behind his limitations. But Mala's response wasn't what I expected.

My wife was silent, she looked very shocked and surprised to hear all the explanations I told her. Her tears just escaped, along with my falling tears. For five years, I raised my two children on my own without a wife and assisted by Father and Mother. Even Brother Ibel and Brother Vanny also helped me to take care of them, especially Wulan.

Mala remained unmoved. After hearing all my stories, I somehow felt strange about Mala's attitude. He was more silent, even when Father, Mother, Mas Ammar, Mas Sadha, Sister Ibel and Brother Vanny came to the hospital to visit him. But I kept a positive mind and thought this was common in people who were just waking up after years of coma.

After three days of waking up from the coma, Mala was declared completely healed and her condition improved. Then I took her home and was warmly welcomed by all my family.

"Mami.." cried Damar from the direction of the living room.

Damar and Wulan ran from the living room, about to welcome the arrival of the mother who had just returned from the hospital. Mala's smile rose while crouched down and spread her hands. My heart was moved to see Mala who finally smiled again after days of seeing her often moody face.

Hap!

"Let's go in, honey." said Mala who only carried Damar and ignored Wulan who was still glued to her position.

Me, Dad, Mom, Mas Ammar and Mas Sadha were throwing astonished looks at each other. We all really did not expect Mala's attitude that seemed to ignore Wulan, or even more than this.

Seeing my daughter staring at Mala, making my heart cut, it hurt even more when I found out all the reality that had befallen my little daughter. Then quickly, I walked towards her and immediately hugged her. Wulan cried sobbing as I hugged her, it seemed like Wulan understood with Mala's indifference.

"Princess Papi don't cry anymore huh. Maybe Mama's still tired and needs some rest. Wulan is patient, honey. Later after Mami fully recovered, Mami will definitely hug Wulan like hugging Mas Damar."

Unconsciously my tears escaped seeing the sadness in my daughter's eyes. Wulan was small and innocent, yet understood nothing, coupled with the limitations within her, but why Mala was so cold to Wulan. Even apparently, Mala considers that Wulan does not exist.

I don't know, is what I feel right? Did my wife really not accept her own daughter's condition? Though I have told you that Wulan is not only flawed, but she also has a high IQ. But Mala's attitude still remains the same day by day, week by week, month by month, even year by year.

Mala's change in attitude became more apparent when Damar and Wulan started attending elementary school.

Mala only fed Damar at breakfast and drove him to school without inviting Wulan. I really didn't expect this drastic change in my wife's attitude. He only took care of Damar and ignored Wulan, as if Wulan had never been in his life. But I have to be patient even if it's very difficult.

My patience was finally exhausted with Mala's increasingly outrageous attitude towards her own daughter, as she came to school and came home only to take Damar and leave her daughter at school alone. My emotions this time could not be conditioned again until there was a fight that had never happened and I had never imagined before.

"Why did you leave Wulan at school? Is that car you're carrying not big enough to carry my daughter?" my toilet was ignited furious to see the attitude of my wife all this time.

"If you're worried about the boy, you pick him up yourself. I'm ashamed to have to take her with me. You think I've been accepting the disabled boy all along? You're wrong, Mas. My son is only Damar, while the handicapped child is not my son because I have never given birth to a deaf and mute disabled child like him!!!" mala replied that very casually speaking like that even in front of Damar.

My chest felt so tight to hear the insults coming out of my wife's mouth for my daughter. My hands were clenched firmly and ready to float to slap anyone's cheeks, whenever I wanted to. I really did not think, it turned out that my wife was silent and turned towards Wulan all this time because she did not want to admit her own flesh and blood just because Wulan was not perfect. And it turns out that the hunch that I've been feeling for a while has really happened, that Mala doesn't want to acknowledge Wulan as her real daughter.

"Why Mala? Why are you talking like that? He's your son, our son. He's just like Damar. He loves you very much too, but you never once touched or even hugged him, even if only for a moment. Why did you turn out like this, honey? My old wife wasn't like this. Please don't be like this to Wulan, honey. He needs you, he needs your love." said I who tried to soften his heart.

"No, Mom! I will never admit that handicapped child as my son! My son is only Damar, nothing else! Because of that handicapped child, I went into a coma and was unconscious for years. Because of that kid, I can't take care of Damar. Because of that kid too, I almost died. That kid is the unlucky carrier of my life, Mom! You think I didn't know the chronology of my labor back then? I know everything, Mom. I know everything from the nurse who took care of me during my coma in the hospital. After Damar was successfully removed, my condition dropped because there was still a disabled child in my womb. But it turned out that Brother Ibel managed to save the boy and I fell into a coma after the operation. That kid that put me in a coma for five years, Mas!!! I hate that kid! I hate that fucking kid so much!!!" mala's toilet that couldn't control her emotions and passed away.

Throw my tears to hear the sigh of my wife who has been buried in her heart. Weak, my bones felt very weak and unable to support my body weight. I sat down on the floor, fell down and cried. What else is this experiment? At the time Wulan needs affection from the figure of his mother, but his own mother does not want to acknowledge his presence in this world. I broke my tears in front of my son, Damar. I saw her innocent face looking at me in wonder.

Damar stepped towards me then rubbed my face that was already wet from tears. As much energy as I have to review the smile so that my son does not worry. Damar also smiled sweetly, his face looked even more handsome when smiling like that.

"But don't be sad anymore. Damar will always be there for Papi and Adek Wulan. We must try to persuade Mami to accept Adek. Papi has to be patient."

At the age of eight years, I was really flabbergasted by the words of my little son. It turned out that Damar understood with the attitude of Mala who did not accept the existence of her twin sister. I was really overwhelmed to hear it. My son is grown up and understands the situation I am facing right now.

"Back to Papi, son. We are trying to resuscitate your mother so that she will accept the twin sister Damar." I said as I stroked her handsome face and hugged her.

I felt Damar's head move up and down like a nod as he hugged me.

"Papi's room, Damar's dear Mami, and Damar's dear Adek Wulan."

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Hmmm, it turns out that Mala was not willing to accept and admit Wulan as her daughter even insulted her 🤧 pity the fate of Wulan 😭

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