Elegi Love Ayrani
Past Times

Time is moving and continuing to roll, now it is night. Akasma asked Ahmad to bring Ayrani home. Without any protest the poor girl followed the orders of the woman she now regards as her mother.

"Sir Ahmad, is Mama angry with Ayra?" asked Ayra with a sad face sitting next to Ahmad who was driving a car.

"No, Miss. Be patient, Madam was just in shock, it took her time to accept all this," said Mr. Ahmad, and the little girl beside him just silently digested the words of the man beside him.

Tired of struggling with his own fears and thoughts, making the little orphan girl sleep next to Ahmad. Once Ahmad's hand rubbed the boy's head, there was a sense of pity approaching.

"Hopefully the Madam is still kind enough not to throw away this poor child," Mr. Ahmad's mind unwittingly dripped a grain of clear grain from the point of neutrality.

Arriving at the Akasma residence, Mr. Ahmad carried a little girl who slept beside him into the room. It seemed like it was a very tiring day for Ayrani, so he needed time to relax his body and mind so that tomorrow he would come back strong to live life.

"Dertt....!" the ringing of Ahmad's mobile phone.

"Yes, ma'am, good night!" in a hurry, Ahmad answered Akasma's phone.

"Sir, I'm asking you to pack Ayra's things. Tonight Mr. Ahmad took him to Mama's house!" bak was struck by lightning by Ahmad's ear that night hearing orders from Akasma.

"I-yes, Madam, do it!" mr. Ahmad ended the phone call, then immediately packed the goods belonging to Ayrani according to orders from Akasma.

When packing the poor girl's clothes, Ahmad's tears did not stop flowing. He felt very sad to imagine how the fate of the poor girl was after this. After losing both parents at a very young age, fate has made him far back from his only brother.

"Truly pity you, son, hikss!"

"May God protect you always!" added pak Ahmad muttered.

After packing for almost an hour, the goods were put in the trunk of the car, after it was felt that all the items belonging to Ayrani had been packed unceremoniously, mr. Ahmad wore a jacket to the poor girl who was still sound in her sleep. Then back to carry Ayrani into the car.

The night was so cold accompanied by the rain, making the atmosphere of the night as if also saddened by the fate experienced by the poor girl Ayrani. Even arriving at home, Kamila and Daniyal still continue to think about the fate of Ayrani. Both feel inexhaustible if Akasma can be as evil as that to a young child.

In an old house that looked quiet and far from the crowd, there lived a middle-aged woman who was around sixty-five years old. But the beauty is still clearly visible on the face of ayu Sonia, the birth mother of Samir Daulay.

"Dert.....!" the clock refers to one in the morning, the sound of Sonia's house phone ringing.

"Hello, Ma!" a woman's greeting is none other than Akasma.

"Yes Hello, what's the night you called me Akasma? Don't tell me you don't feel like you can take care of that kid," Sonia's greeting made Akasma's lips unable to budge for a moment.

"Bring the boy here, I'll take care of him and make him successful like his late father" Sonia said.

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Just when he heard the news of the death of his only son Samir Daulay, Sonia immediately went to Akasma's residence with the family driver who had served him since Samir Daulay was a child.

With a face filled with sadness, the middle-aged woman witnessed the body of the son and his favorite son-in-law lying motionless surrounded by mourners and the hitai taulan family.

"When did Mama find out Samir was cheating on me, Ma?" tanya Akasma whispered to Sonia.

"This is not the right moment for you to ask such a question, respect my son for the last time!" cibir Sonia with a faint tone.

"But I feel pain for his lies, Ma!" sahut Akasma's.

After the funeral was over, Akasma continued to ask Sonia for an explanation about Samir Daulay's affair. Even upon arrival at the residence, Samir Daulay's widow continued to pursue Sonia to be forthright.

"Please, Ma, how come you hide your son's lies, I'm his wife, and I deserve to know, Ma....!" akasma's screams began to ignite emotions.

"Hey....! lower your tone! you have no right to ask for an explanation of my son's life!" shouted Sonia beaver.

"Throughout the year Samir had a marriage that didn't make him happy, I had wrongly forced him to marry you back then. We were fooled by your pretty face, you really are a female demon" hardened Sonia.

Akasma no longer dared to vote after Sonia began to open the ulcers of her past. He realized the beginning of his marriage with Samir Daulay is all a mere charade to save his pride that has been tarnished by the act of the lover.

Akasma became pregnant out of wedlock, but was not a descendant of Samir, but his lover. And in order to save the fetus and the honor of his family, he framed Samir and said that the baby he was carrying was the son of Samir Daulay.

Akasma's lies unfold when the baby she contains is born prematurely. And need a donor from the biological father of the baby. When Samir tried to donate blood, the blood was not the same and from there Sonia was suspicious and asked Samir to do a DNA test. The results were different as Sonia had expected.

"I've sinned to separate my son from the woman as good and sincere as Halimah for a villain like you" Sonia said with eyes on her eyes.

"To atone for my guilt for Samir, I asked Halimah to marry him myself. So don't ever mention Halimah as an affair woman or a destroyer of your household. The sanctity of their love is proven until the death of the two of them stay together," added Sonia sobbing.

"Ayra is the only heir of Samir, as your penance, you should take care of the child just as you treat your daughter. Never waste him. If this happens, take the child home. My door is wide open for her."

Such was the conversation as well as a warning from Sonia before she died the residence of her late son Samir Daulay.

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SERIATE....