You Are My Sunshine
The Part 284
After hearing the narration from her husband, all the way home Dara just fell silent. His gaze was blank, his mind flying out of nowhere. When Selena whined even Dara did not even notice it, her body and soul seemed to be far apart.
The hero squeezed Dara's arm gently, making the brown-haired beauty pull back her soul that was struggling to return home. “Honey, Selena seems thirsty and sleepy,” said Wira.
Dara refocused on her son who turned out to be whining in the lap of her husband. He scooped his little daughter into his arms and soon suckled her. “Oh, baby. Forgive Mama.”
Dara dyed and rubbed gently Selena temple until then the baby fell asleep. He looked at Selena closely and the feeling of tightening the chest was increasingly open. A clear call poured out from the corner of his eye.
Did his mother feel no pity for him when he was a baby, choosing to leave to pursue his new love instead of her? While Dara even felt unable to stay away for a while with Selena, did not her mother used to feel the same?
“Why did he... dump me... why?” he said glimpsing. Dara clenched Selena ever more tightly, a small stuffing came out of her mouth. The hero pulled his wife to lean on him and caressed his head full of affection.
“I completely understand, your heart must still be hurt. But as a husband I also have to remind you not to cause regrets later on. You're still her son and she's still your mother, no one can change that. Humans cannot choose from whom they are born. I suggest you see your mother even if it's just a little while before it's too late, even if it's hard for you. Don't you want to meet the figure of the mother who has always sought existence? when there is an opportunity before your eyes will you just miss it? what's more, now he's struggling between life and death."
His tears were growing in the river. Dara further submerged herself in the chest of Wira. Honestly, a glimmer of longing to meet face to face with his biological mother must always be there, especially after hearing that the possibility of his mother's time is soon. He was actually very curious as to what kind of figure the woman who had brought him into the world, just that it was all buried by the scar on his heart that was too deep to the bottom.
“I have to how, Mas.. I have to how, hiks hyks. Here... here, it still hurts a lot.” Dara clenched her hands and lashed at her own chest.
Wira tightened her embrace. “Cry, and make peace, dear. Make peace with your past, with your wounds, with your mother. Believe me, by forgiving, your heart will be free from the shackles that chain and torture,” replied Wira who then kissed the old top of Dara's head.
“Pardonnya is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. But if you want to try, I believe you can, because you are my great wife, who has an airy heart and sorry as big as the ocean. Anandara.”
The night after Selena fell asleep, Dara looked pensive facing the large glass translucent in her room, she accidentally exposed her thin curtains, so that her view towards the garden beside the house was free from obstructions. There is a beautiful expanse of colorful flowers bathed in moonlight, also a fountain pond with round tapped garden lights around it, the water rippling rhythmically calms his turbulent soul.
The woman came out of her study and approached. His hands stretched out hugging from behind, gently kissed affectionately and then put his chin resting on Dara's shoulders.
“It's late, why haven't you slept, hmm?” ask Wira.
“Mas.”
“Ya,”.
Silent, Dara seemed to be weighing what she was about to say. Breathe in and then sound back. “Will Mas accompany me to see my mother?”
The woman straightened her body and turned the wife's body slowly to face him. Placing both of her hands on Dara's shoulders and staring fixedly into the beautiful eyeballs glittering before her.
“You, have decided?” The hero asked to convince his hearing.
Dara nodded. “Hemm, I.. want to see him,” replied dara while commenting on a thin smile.
“The right decision. I will always accompany you wherever you want to go, my wife.”