The Love Story of Nayra

The Love Story of Nayra
Chapter 43 Where are you dear?


Baskoro. Not excited in doing his activities, already more than a week ago baskoro whistled himself at home.


Bian walked in just like that, for a moment Bian stopped because of Baskoro's voice.


"How dare you go home?"


"Don't interfere in my affairs dad. Pleess"


"You'll regret all your actions to Nayra someday."


"Not someday dad. But right now Bian is really sorry." Inner Bian, go towards his room.


"Where are you, baby? Pleessss don't scare me. You're still alive, aren't you? You're not the one who died of hunger, are you, baby? I'm sorry I'm Nayra!"


Bian continued to kiss the necklace of his gift to Nayra.


"I'm sure you're alive. 18 years ago, they also said you died. Now that useless man also says you died. That's a lie, isn't it, baby?"


"I'm sorry I don't know you? I'm sorry for that."


Hicks, hyx..


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"Nayras. Grandpa's coming out next week, you're good at home huh."


"It's cake. Go home not long. I miss grandpa."


"Our meal is over. Eat a lot so that this beautiful granddaughter of grandfather is healthy."


Nayra smiled pleasantly at Brahma's attention. Because it is the attention he needs.


"Do you have no brothers at all, son?"


Nayra. Nayra's only son grandpa.


"Distant brothers don't have either?"


Nayra nodded again.


"But Nayra has a grandfather's family!"


"family?" Nayra confused Brahma.


"What kind of family is my son?"


"Nay has om, aunt, mommy, daddy and two handsome sisters. But Nayra doesn't know where the cake is."


"Why son?"


Nay was very small. So Nay forgot whose name they were, just his face Nay forgot the cake. Nay just remembered having a family."


"What about family?" Grandpa is getting confused!


Nayra smiled at Brahma's confusion.


Nay doesn't understand cake either. "Papa mama said, they're Nayra's family."


Brahma just nodded in confusion.


"His dinner's over. Don't forget to take the medicine."


"I'm sorry Nay ya kek. Nay has to take care of Grandpa, but it's the opposite."


Brahma smiled happily at the events of Nayra in his life.


"For that. You have to be healthy. Grandpa's getting older, if you go who takes care of Grandpa?"


"Nay will heal for grandpa."


Thank you dear. Grandpa is so happy."


"Well, did you come to my house this evening, Bas? Do you have any info on Nayra? My wife really needs Nayra."


"I also lost that child Bi. I don't know what magic he's got makes me so fond of him."


"His sincerity captivated our hearts Pap." Lian approached Baskoro and Abi.


"Where's Ratna Bi?" Ask Baskoro.


"Rest in the room, just took the medication bus."


"Did I get any info from Bian?"


"Not Lian. That kid is so stubborn."


"We pray that Nayra will be fine." Abi tried to comfort Baskoro and Lian.


"Bas. If we find Nayra. I will be responsible for his life. Nayra lives in my house." Abi Say.


"No Bi. Nayra should stay with me."


"Bas come on.Don't be selfish, what if Bian hurts Nayra if your house stays? I don't want to risk the bus." Understand


Baskoro. "Right you said Bi, but I want Nayra to stay with me. I already consider her as my biological daughter Bi. Understand the unrest of my heart."


"Clearly Bas. Don't selfish. Nayra's not safe with you. There's a danger if Nayra stays with you that's your son Bian."


Deg. Baskoro dead fleas, said Abi right on target about his heart feathers.


"Om Bas's. We all love Nayra. But Nay is safer with us. Papi same om Bas no need to fight over Nayra." Lian mediates between Abi and Baskoro.


Bian opened Nayra's Diary. Trying to read the writing there.


"Nayraku also likes to write. You used to be so spoiled Nay, just a little pain to complain to me."


Bian opened the first sheet, smiling at Nayra's book.


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Dear diary


my forehead is bleeding


my eyes are blurred


my body hurts


heart hurts.


Today Nay met a nice guy named sis lian. I'm happy.very happy.


Today I was beaten by the monster master


I don't know how many times the monster hit me. What's my fault?


Every day he tortured me.


that monster hates me because my name is Nayra.


Degs.. Bian's hand trembled along with the book swaying. Bian cried, remembering how cruel he was to Nayra.


"I'm sorry Nay. I'm sorry, honey. Hit me. Hit me to avenge what I did to you.


Hixes. Hixes. I'm sorry I'm Nayra.."


Bian remembered the moment he hit Nayra. Without compassion, no matter what kind of pain Nayra felt all over her body.


"Why don't I recognize you Nayra. Why didn't you tell me you were my Nayra. Why Nay?"


Aaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Briyan shouted in her room.


Continue to make the following page.


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Dear diary


Nay hasn't eaten in two days


Nay doesn't know the code for this apartment


Sister misses sister good


Good brother was a lie


Good brother never came again


My stomach hurts


My chest is tight


Maybe Nay will go to heaven.


Degs.. Again Bian was frightened, unable to continue reading Nayra's diary.


"What have I done?


Lord. Please meet me with my Nayra!


Please please forgive me.


I'm sorry, honey. I promise I won't hurt you again. Please don't hate me."


Bian cried all night. Given how sadistic his bad deeds were he had done. Bian fell asleep after dawn


Month passed. Nayra's body is getting weaker.


"My grandchildren. We better get to the hospital now!"


"No cake. Nay won't heal. Nay just wants to be in Grandpa's arms."


Brahma frustrated. Nayra doesn't want to go to the hospital. Nay chose resignation.


"Master. It's all done, it's about time we leave." The Brahma driver waited for his master.


"Nayras. Grandpa please, we need to go to the hospital. Grandpa's already making a schedule with the best doctors abroad."


"Look. Nay please, Nay is comfortable here. Nay doesn't want to stay in the kek hospital."


Brahma crying. Brahma could not have if Nayra had to be gone.


"Look. My chest is claustrophobic."


Nayra is getting more and more burdensome his embrace of Brahma.


"We're going to the hospital now. Take Nayra to the car."


Brahma did not heed the words of Nayra who did not want to go to the hospital.


Seriate.