The True Love of the Child of the Employer

The True Love of the Child of the Employer
The departure of Miss Wilda


"Ra-raysa, ma, forgive me son's mother.I'm sorry if mom always bothers you." said Miss Wilda while stammered.


"No Buu, mom never bothers me. I beg you not to talk like that?" Raysa was unable to hold back her cries as she hugged her mother's weak, helpless body.


"Let's let's go into the operating room now, shall we?" Dr. Angga stopped talking to Raysa and her mother because she saw the pulse of Bu Wilda getting weaker, she would immediately take action.


"Don't kid, i, mom's not strong anymore. Raysa i-mom apologizes son because mom has made your life-you suffer, you should be-you're that.gia de-with your real parents." Miss Wilda told me all the truth if Raysa wasn't her real son.


"What do you mean talk like that, Mom? I'm Mom's son, and I'll always be Mom's son!" Raysa still does not understand the direction of Wilda's mother's speech


"Don't kid, you should know the truth that mom isn't your real mom." Wilda's mom still reassures Raysa with her choked voice.


"No, ma'am, that's impossible! mom tell me now if mom's lying. tell Mom?!" raysa's cries were breaking.


"Raysa, you calm down! you should be able to refrain from seeing if the mother's condition is getting weaker." Dr. Angga rubbed Raysa's Shoulder gently he tried to calm the beautiful girl dimpled.


"Mom forgive me, I'm sorry if I've made you sad." Raysa took her mother's palm and she didn't stop kissing it, and Wilda's mother smiled as she shed her tears.


"Ti-no son, you're not wrong anything. You've been quite filial with the mother, sorry if all this time you suffer during being a mother's child. ji-if the mother leaves then look for the whereabouts of your biological parents. all the identities of your parents are in a small closet that a-is in the room ii-mother...."


Suddenly 2 the voice stopped and Miss Wilda had closed her eyes even the breath that had been stung was now inaudible.


"Mother..? I'm up Mom! mom don't make me afraid Mom, momuuu....! no, you can't go!" Raysa was crying hysterically she still could not believe that her mother had died.


Angga immediately checked Bu Wilda's heart rate and pulse, he shook his head he made sure that Miss Wilda was dead.


"No doctor, please check back I'm sure you're alive!" hiks..hiks..!"


"Raysa you must be patient and accept the departure of the mother, because now the mother has not endured pain anymore, may Allah give the most beautiful place among the people who are Sholeh."


Doctor Angga tried to calm Raysa down, he was also sad when he witnessed all that had just happened, he saw how fragile the beautiful girl was at this time.


Meanwhile Dimas who had from earlier watched behind the door of the ICU room he could not hold back his tears, he benar2 regretted his actions all this time that always hurt the beautiful girl, everything the girl did for her mother's recovery.


"Why am I so bo**h why did I not realize from yesterday that the money he got from me was for his mother's operating expenses! Aaaaa.......! Dimas dropped himself on the sofa of his room he mere**s his hair strongly.


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This morning around 10 pm the funeral of Bu Wilda had just finished, and the mourners had gone home, but Raysa was still sitting beside her mother's tombstone, although he already knew that he was not the biological child of Bu Wilda but he loved the woman who was now embedded in the cemetery.


"I still want to be here any minute, Mom, let me be here because I'm still missing you, don't worry I'm okay Mom."


"Well then mother go home first yes, remember not to be too late in grief because it will make your mother not calm in nature."


Now Raysa lives alone at the funeral, because Dr. Angga was always accompanying him but he asked permission to go to the Hospital because there are patients who are critical.


Raysa recalled the happy period2 with her adoptive parents, however difficult their lives, but her mother and father always poured their love for Raysa,even he still remembered at that time there was no staple they could cook there was only half a glass of rice then the rice was cooked to be given to him because he did not want to eat cassava then his parents the lift was the one who succumbed to them willing to eat yams as long as Raysa can still eat rice.


"Hiks..hiks...hiks...! Mom, why did you leave me so soon, Mom? I'm afraid to be alone Mom! now there's no place I complain."


Raysa was still a bit crying sometimes the disturbance was not clear because it was mixed with the sound of his crying.


"Ehemm. Good afternoon, I-I mourn the passing of your mother."


Dimas emboldened himself to appear before Raysa even though he was not sure if Raysa would accept his arrival well


"What did you come here for? do you want to laugh at me? what exactly am I wrong with you? why do you always hate me and hurt me?!"


Raysa cries again to see Dr Dimas' presence at his mother's funeral, thinking why Dimas still wants to disturb him.


"Raysa I'm not here to bother you. I'm sorry for your mother's passing, and I also want to apologize for all my mistakes during this time to you. I beg you to forgive me!" Dimas clenched his palms together and pleaded before Raysa.


"Until now I will never forgive you, doctor! save all your apologies to me did you not drop your pride for apologizing to this lady jal**g?"


"Raysa don't talk like that! I know my fault is so great with you, but give me a chance to get your forgiveness." Dimas again pleaded while holding Raysa's hand.


"Take my hand doctor!"


"No! I won't let go until you forgive me." Dimas is getting stronger holding Raysa's hand.


"How many times have I said that I will not forgive you! now let go of my hand!" Raysa was still trying to get her hands off Dimas's.


"Dr Dimas! what the hell are you doing? release Raysa!"


Dr. Angga comes, and forcibly releases Dimas' hand from Raysa. Yes, it was after his business was finished at Angga Hospital came back to see Raysa because he knew if Raysa currently needed a friend because he was currently fragile.


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