TRUE LOVE For MAYA
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Hena walked a brisk pace towards the waiting room reserved for hospital workers to receive visits from friends or family. Tidying up her clothes and hair, Hena managed to breathe more calmly. Slowly, Hena opened the door of the room.

Suddenly his heart was pounding, for some reason he felt his heart turn warm, a feeling he could not understand why.

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The stanless door was half open, slowly Hena stepped inside. His eyes caught on clearly, a figure of a man sitting on a chair. Old men who still look dashing, charismatic neat, have clean skin. Appearance of good looks while young still imprinted on his face.

For a moment Hena was glued to look at the looking man looking at her. The man immediately stood up from the chair. It felt familiar to Hena, as if she had seen that face. But where? And those eyes? … The eyes are just like hers. A pair of round eyes with a hazel colored cornea.

Hena forced her brain to work hard considering the face of the man who walked slowly towards her. A warm sigh instantly appeared again even more and more in his deepest soul. The more the man approached the more Hena felt something different, which she herself did not know what it was?

The man's face, as if hypnotizing him, he got a sense of comfort that he himself did not understand why. Hena just followed her instincts, she warmly welcomed the longing eyes of the man who could not be separated to look at her.

"You who?" opening her voice Hena asked first.

Not answering the question. The man stared at him for a long time. With a look and look of sad eyes and a smile full of novelty.

"You don't know who I am Aya yet.."

The deg!!! …

Hena was surprised when the old man called her little name, no one called her by Aya's call other than Mother. Slowly he began to recognize the man's face, the face he had seen. The face on a piece of neatly stored photo. The photo he found in the mother's notebook and the writing that describes and explains how the heart and journey of the life of a woman who has raised him with love and patience.

Hena's body felt limp, her mouth tightly clenched. He doesn't know what to say. What to do. Is it a dream ? …

Burhan stared softly at the face of the young lady standing before him. A face very similar to Rindia. The eyes are just his.

He did not expect, one month from his marriage. Her seed grew in the womb of the woman she had married. The woman who suddenly disappeared, left her for no reason and for a definite reason. He also still clearly remembered his words after doing the first night with Rindia. If God gave her a daughter, she would name her 'Jalanaya Sidarta' and if a man would be named 'Jalal Sidarta '

And the young lady who stood speechless before him at this moment was HenaJalanaya Sidarta.

After his talk with Mr. Cjokro a month ago. He has the spirit again to find out the existence of Rindia with the help of Lexsus who has access and trained people. And it didn't take long, Lexsus had given a report that Rindia was lying helplessly in pain. The woman in her car occupied a rented tenement house in one of the alleys not far from the hospital. With a young woman who is believed to be his biological child.

"You who?" Hena asked again, she wanted to ascertain who the man was.

"My last name is on your name Aya. Your eyes are my eyes . Your face is the face of my beloved, Rindia. The woman who disappeared for 25 years, the woman who had carried my seed in her womb. And right now, that seed is growing into a very beautiful, independent and strong woman. I'm Burhan Sidarta, I'm your real father Aya.." Burhan could not continue his words, he was not strong enough to withstand the tightness that seemed to break, he was impatient to immediately hug his daughter.

"Be...really?" with a faltering voice, Hena still could not believe it.

"Does your father have to give you proof Aya?"

Unbeknownst to Hena. Burhan performed a DNA test using a strand of Hena's hair that he took from his man.

"Hena really has a dad? Is Hena not dreaming?"

"My mom doesn't lie. Am I not a child born out of a forbidden relationship? I'm not ha*am's son ?" Hena spoke in a stifled voice while holding back tears.

"Ha*am's son?" Burhan repeated Hena's words.

"Yes, from childhood my life suffered Father .. I was strong because Mother .. I held back my tears because of ridicule because Mother said, I was born from a legitimate marriage. Growing from love and affection.

But my friends don't believe me, they still call me ha*am's son."

"Mother forbade me to blame Dad for what happened to me. I said, Wrong mother, Mother who left Dad for me.." Hena could not continue her words.

"Yes, I know Aya.. I already know why your mother left for no reason. Why did he disappear like he swallowed the earth. As much as I can, I've been trying for years to find him. And.."

Burhan was silent when he remembered and how heartbroken it was when he found out that Rindia had left at the request of the mother continued. The woman who became the new wife of her father asked Rindia to release herself because her biological daughter named Sarah, the younger sister of Rindia so loved and wanted her.

Three months after the departure of Rindia, the Father and Mother continued Rindia asked him to get off bed by marrying Sarah. But Burhan remained in his position, he could not marry Sarah because there was no love for her at all. Even at that time, the mother said that Rindia was married to another man.

"That man who gave us a place to live Father .that man who fed us, and that man also who sincerely gave me proper clothes and school. The man liked Mom, but she refused. Because to this day, I can't afford to throw away my love for Dad.. Love is too big to be out.."

Decomposing tears, Hena told what she read from the mother's handwriting in a notebook that was still stored neatly. Every night before bed. After finishing her routine as a servant in the rich man's house, Rindia would look at the photo of the man standing before her with tears in his eyes. Rindia seemed as if she was smiling happily when little Hena asked her about the problem.

"My mom always said, Dad is at work .. and it will be a long time to come back, and if Aya is old and a smart kid, Dad will come home. Dad's gonna meet and pick us up. That hope keeps growing Dad.."

Burhan cried as Hena called him Father.

"I was disappointed.. I was angry.. I wanted to forget about Dad. But the ink scratches had told the truth. The notebook proved everything. Mom's handwriting, it explains everything. Mother's confession makes your daughter convinced. That someday, Dad will come looking for us.."

"I'm sorry, Dad.. Dad is late .. I've let your lives slip and suffer. I've failed to be a good husband and father to you."

"No Father .. Nothing is wrong even if we live our lives with pain, but we have passed through it sincerely. It's not wrong with life, life never plays us Dad. It's just that we're in the middle of the wrong people.

Hena knows.. How much love and affection you have for Mom and Dad.."

"Will Hena hug Dad?" Sena could not hold back her crying.

"From Dad's daughter.." Burhan spread out both hands. "Help this old man.."

"Give me the opportunity to carry out his role and duty of being a responsible father. I will give my best, a decent life, and happiness to the two women I love.."

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