Elegi Love Ayrani
Akasma's anger
The entire world of Akasma seemed to collapse and dark immediately, after the news of the accident of the husband and his affair. She was forced to accept a child from her husband's affair. Now the grief is still very much felt, the hordes of journalists began to come to him and ask for an explanation about the fatal accident last night.
"Mrs, can I have a minute for you? Can the madam explain a little bit about last night's accident?" a question was asked by one of the reporters.
Akasma's mouth is still locked tightly, refusing to give a description. While the other questions kept coming. The more makes the woman who is being overwhelmed with sadness it gets more tight chest.
The only princess of the puppet Akasma and Samir Daulay also looks very sad, struggling to embrace the mother. While in the corner of the sofa is still in the position of Commander Raichan sat him down this morning, still looks the same. The beautiful little girl with beautiful eyeballs, looks to continue crying without any hugs on her side. Several pairs of mourners' eyes looked in sympathy towards the poor boy.
"Pity the boy, she's a very pretty little girl. Will Madame Akasma be willing to accept the child?" a small chatter of one of the mourners who whispered.
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"Why did the Commander leave the boy there? Is the Commander sure Mrs Akasma will accept the child well?" said Sergeant Salim.
"You see, honestly my little heart couldn't bear to leave that kid there. I am also sure that the Madam will not be able to take the poor child well," Commander Raichan replied.
"Did the DNA sample come out this morning?" commander Raichan said.
"It seems to be the Commander, and I just got the report" said Sergeant Salim.
"How did it go?" Commander Raichan is getting curious.
"As the Commander had guessed, both of them had a level of accuracy of genes. And the result is that the child is Mr. Samir's daughter with the woman who died with him."
Commander Raichan was a little relieved to hear that. If only when he asked the wife's permission to take care of Ayrani was approved. That poor little girl won't be so sad. He only has one son who is now 12 years old. But unfortunately Kamila names Commander Raichan's wife, disapproving of Ayrani staying with them.
"Thank God....!" commander Raichan replied with a sad face.
Right after the Adhan Dzuhur, the body of Mr. Samir Daulay and Halimah, the name of the mother of Ayrani, was finished buried. Until the funeral was over, Ayrani remained in the same position. While Akasma and her daughter also escorted Samir's final departure to his final resting place.
Now in the car that Akasma was riding looked very quiet. The private driver of the Samir family named Pak Ahmad did not dare to vote. Every now and then only sobs could be heard.
"Lord.....!" Isak Prithaya hugged Akasma.
"Pritha don't be sad anymore, yeah! Let Papa rest in peace in heaven. Let's just pray Papa!" persuade Akasma, and the girl just nodded and soon seemed calm.
"Who is the little sister in the house?" ask Prithaya.
"He's nobody, baby! Forget it, tomorrow we send him to the orphanage" said Akasma now changed emotions when discussing Ayrani.
"Why did the Police Officer say she was Papa's daughter? is he Pritha's sister?"
Akasma still did not give any more answers. Last before the body was buried, he was again made shocked by one of the police members who came back to his house with an envelope, carrying an envelope, that stated that the little girl who was in her house right now was the daughter of the deceased husband.
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Arriving home and the sound of the car stopped. Ayrani ran looking outwards and asked Akasma.
"Mrs, where are Mama and Papa Ayra? Ayra wants to meet them....!" the poor girl's hiba shook Akasma's body.
Akasma ignores the little girl before her and passes by with the princess. Mr. Ahmad who saw Ayrani so sad and pity. But he could do nothing for the poor boy.
"What a pity on your fate, son!" batin Pak Ahmad's.
"Mama, Pritha pity that little sister. We've all lost Papa so much, Pritha's going to see the sister."
"Ja-don't....!" not even a word had been said Prithaya had run to meet Ayrani who was still crying in front of the house.
"Little sister, don't be sad! What's your name? My name is Prithaya, Mama and Papa call me Pritha," said Pritha who is now in front of Ayrani.
Ayrani started wiping her tears, and rubbed the remaining snot from her nose with the clothes she was wearing.
"My name is Ayrani, Papa the same Mama called me Ayra," Ayrani replied slightly smiling.
The two shook hands, and embraced. The two little girls started crying but soon started talking to each other. Pritha took Ayra into her room. There are many dolls and toys as well as photos of her togetherness with the papa neatly displayed on the walls of the room pink. And Ayrani saw one by one the photo. His sadness again arose when he saw the photo.
"Ayra also has a photo with Papa and Mama!" chirping Ayrani, his hand rubbed the photo he saw on top of Pritha's room drawer.
"Our fathers are the same people, so we're sisters huh?" chirps of Pritha approaching Ayra. And Ayrani nodded.
"Papa once told me, if someday will bring Ayra to meet Brother. Papa also often tells me that Ayra's sister is very beautiful and smart, always a class champion. What Kaka Ayra does Papa mean by Brother Pritha?" said Ayrani with her innocent face.
"really? Well, Papa should also tell me that Pritha has a very beautiful sister. I would love to have a beautiful sister like you. Can I call you brother from now on?"
All these conversations of the two little girls were apparently heard by Akasma from outside the door of Prithaya's room.
"No, I won't let that happen, Pritha can't be with the boy, lest Pritha get unlucky!" inner Akasma.
"Today too, I will take the boy to his native place. Until whenever he will never be able to equal my daughter's standing. I don't want that one day the child will also take away my daughter's happiness," bad thoughts about Ayrani begin to appear in Akasma's mind. And that made him hate Ayrani even more.
"You need to get out of this house!"
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SERIATE....
