You Are My Sunshine
The Part 285
He contacted his aunt Dara to ask for more detailed information. The hero is dumbfounded, the world is so narrow. It turned out that Dara's mother was in Jakarta, hospitalized at the hospital where she worked. The next day Dara came to the hospital to be escorted by Mr. Jono after lunch, looking for her husband's free time on the sidelines of his busy schedule.
“You're ready,” ask Wira. He clasped Dara's hand squeezing it gently gave strength. They are now in an intensive care building specifically for cancer patients in the hospital.
“Iya, Mas.” Dara nodded slowly while gulping her saliva nervously. Even his palms felt ice-cold.
“Ayo.”
The hero let Dara step into the building, until they arrived at the door of an intensive care room on the third floor. Before entering they are asked to wear special clothes according to hospital protocol. Wira also confirmed back information from her Aunt Dara regarding the room number. After being sure he turned the doorknob and went inside.
Dara was still pecking at the doorway staring at the writing on the paper tucked near the room number.
Lady Aruna.
So, my mother's name is Aruna, her inner self. This is the first time Dara has known her real mother's name.
The hero looked at him gently, gestured to go inside and assured that everything would be fine. It turns out that there is already his Aunt Dara. The middle-aged woman whose hair was starting to whiten rose from her seat when she saw the arrival of Wira and Dara.
“You... come, Son. Dara,” call him with trembling lips. “You really... Anandara? I'm your aunt, your father's brother.”
The beautiful-eyed beauty nodded softly, her expression flat indecipherable. Dara looked like a dazed person, various feelings of unity out of harmony overlapping each other raged incoherently on his chest.
“Pardon this Aunt of yours, son. I'm a useless brother,” said the woman sobbing. He stretched out both his hands wanting to hug Dara. At first Dara hesitated, but then she accepted the offer and allowed herself to be hugged.
“Thank you for coming, Dara, Nak Wira. Aunt only learned of your mother's whereabouts a few weeks ago after someone came to the house and delivered a message that Aruna, your mother is very sick. Look at him.”
“She was only awaited by a servant, and it was that servant who came to Aunt's house at your mother's request. He really wants to meet you and also wants to apologize to you, Dara,”. “His husband doesn't care about him anymore. According to the maid, her husband remarried another woman because Aruna never had children. And after being declared ill he was as if banished and only accompanied by a servant.”
Dara was still silent without saying a word. The hero standing behind Dara squeezed her shoulders gently. “Sayang. Come, meet your mother.”
He turned to Wira before finally stepping closer to the sickly bed. Her aunt also came closer on the other side, she touched Aruna's skinny arm and patted her gently.
“Aruna, your son has arrived. Wake up,” whispered slowly.
The weakly lying woman blinked slowly. The hollows of his eyes were very deep, he adjusted the light that entered his eyes before finally opening perfectly.
“Aruna, this is your son. Aarina, Anandara. The baby you used to hand me.”
“A-My Kids... Dara?” Her dim eyes looked at Dara with a million gazes of guilt.
“Iya, Aruna. He's your son,” his aunt said again.
“From.” Her weak hands stretched out upwards wanting to reach the beautiful face standing at the side of her bed. Impulsively Dara leaned her body closer, welcoming the helping hand until it touched her cheek.
“My son.. My son, forgive Mother's sins, son. I've done you a lot of guilt. Forgive Mom,” the softness is accompanied by clear details that decay from the corner of his eye.
As his mother's hand touched her cheek, a great tremor shook her soul. Dara who had not spoken since then began to open her tightly gritted mouth, her tears fell first before she finally spoke with a faltering voice.
“I-Mother...”