You Are My Sunshine
The Part 233
"Your wife..m-you mean this beautiful woman used to be a foster child here? wh-really?" The head of the parlor was stunned. He still could not believe the words he had just heard. Her nailed eyes looked at Dara, looking from head to toe.
"Really, you were our foster son, young Madam?" The old woman asked Dara.
"really. My name is Dara, Anandara. I used to be adopted by Mr. Arif's family, do you remember? because it's been a long time" explained Dara.
The head of the parlour looked pensive, trying to remember about the boy named Dara, a while later the look on his face turned brighter, it seemed like he was starting to remember it.
"The hair is tangled?"
"Yes, right." Dara smiled and nodded.
They also told each other at length to hold a longing, including about the departure of Arif and Almira, the father and adoptive brother who adopted him first. The woman of that age also congratulated Dara on her marriage and pregnancy, wishing her and her baby all the best. After a while discussing many things, Dara again offended about her biological parents.
"So, I'm very curious to know who my biological parents are. Are they alive or are they dead? If they are still alive, where they are now, if there is no where the last bed is," explained Dara with a slightly vibrating tone. Wira rubbed Dara's back gently, trying to calm his wife who was hit by the overflow of various flavors.
The head of the parlour sighed and looked a little confused. "In fact, about the origin of the original identity of the foster children here are all kept secret. If it has been handed over to the orphanage, then their identities are all changed into foster children here. In order to keep there is no gap in the interaction of fellow orphanage children in the future. Because if they knew its origins, there would be a fear of seniority. There will be those who feel better and oppress children whose origins are unclear." The old woman paused for a moment.
"So, what do you mean?" Dara asked impatiently.
"Pacify yourself, dear," pinta Wira softly full of proclamation.
"You were brought here by someone claiming to be your relative. At that time you were almost a year old. She handed you over to us on the grounds that she was no longer able to take care of and care for you because of economic problems, moreover her husband was only a jobless worker and they also already had two children. If we don't accept it, she threatens to put you in a place of worship or under a bridge, because her husband will divorce her if you are still left with them. That's all we have. But there's an archive of personal data and addresses that people who claim to be your relatives have filled in, maybe that could help."
Dara crammed her own fingers and squeezed them in rage. It turns out that he is not wanted by people who claim to be his family, only considered a burden that must be removed. There was a sense of gushing in his heart, creating an invisible sting entrenched there.
Wira put her palms on both hands Dara intertwined. "Are you sure you're going to continue this?" Honestly Wira felt pity after hearing the explanation of the head of the parlour, surely Dara was hurt by the reality she just knew.
Dara turned to Wira, for a moment they just exchanged glances, Dara's face looked sad, but then she nodded steadily with confidence.
"Please give me the address, please," Pinta Dara to the head of the parlour.