You Are My Sunshine
The Part 234
After getting the address from the head of the home, Wira and Dara say goodbye home. Wira also told the orphanage that he would become a regular donor. They welcome extraordinary joy, and also pray that it will be given ease in the search for Dara's parents.
Regarding the matter of coming to the address given by the head of the house, Wira suggested to Dara to do a search at a later time. For now home is the best option, worried Dara fatigue coupled with the mood of his wife now seems not possible. Before darting towards the capital, the two took the time to stop by Arif's tomb as well as Almira because it happened to be the direction of their way home through the cemetery.
Already half their journey, Dara had just been silent and looked moody. Wira understands that at this time his wife needs time, the fact that the head of the house said had certainly made Dara sad.
For that during the trip, Wira more divert the conversation on other topics, such as discussing some news that is viral on social media or discussing culinary tourism, etc, although the one spoken to only answered with a short mutter.
"Darling, would you like to stop by to buy something before you go home? maybe there's food you want?" ask Wira.
"No. It's better to eat homemade food, I have to keep my salt sugar intake as recommended by Dr. Raisa for my health and that of my little one," sahut Dara while reviewing the smile on his shoulder face coupled with rubbing his distended stomach.
"Buck...."
"Hmm" said the Hero.
"Help me," Dara pinta in a weak and lewd tone accompanied by a blank look.
The hero immediately wrapped his arms and embraced Dara into his arms full of affection. Dara buried her face in the chest of the comfortable field, inhaling deeply the soothing aroma there, the aroma of home like for her, where she went home and took shelter.
Dara did not answer, silent a thousand languages. There was only the subtle roar of the vehicle engine that cut the road in the fast lane towards the return, as well as the rhythm of classical music played from the car tape. Lama Wira waited for Dara's answer, but from then on his wife did not answer or respond to his question.
"Yes already. Rest, baby." The hero stroked Dara's head and landed her warm kiss there. Get closer and tighten his hold.
Over time Wira felt something wet the shirt on her chest, followed by a stuffing stuck and Dara's back began to shake. Dara cried in silence, then her hand moved to grip the side of the Wira shirt as if looking for strength there.
The handsome man gasped, but a moment later he understood and immediately controlled himself in order to strengthen Dara. At this time his wife needs to cry to vent all the raging feeling that stifles the chest about the reality that today he heard.
The hero rubbed Dara's back in a gentle and regular motion then said, "Cry dear. Hopefully it will make you more relieved. But, you must always remember, that you are special and mean a lot to me. Understood...."
Finally, Dara's tears broke. Sobbing sobbing, evaporate all the flavors that are marred in the veins. Lying if Dara is okay after hearing the speech of the head of the house, knowing the fact that he was almost thrown away like garbage has ransacked his soul to the bottom.
"Would we stop trying to find out about your real parents? I'm afraid you're not ready for the reality later, after all your priority is to keep your body condition as well as our baby." Wira's tone was wrapped in real anxiety.
Dara nodded slowly. "No. I still want to find out about them. Whatever the reality is, I won't regret it. Help me Mas" he said on the sidelines of his cries.
""Whatever it is, I will always help and do my best. Don't be sad anymore, I'm here, baby."