You Are My Sunshine
The Part 232
This weekend the streets were so quiet unlike the day before. The effect of the government-imposed public holiday two days ago, it looks like yesterday people flocked to go on holiday to take their families outside the capital. Looking for a cooler and more beautiful place, spend time with family while enjoying the beauty of nature.
After a two-hour drive from the capital, the white Toyota Alphard carrying Dara and Wira entered a worn-out iron gate whose paint had faded everywhere mixed with rust. The ringing of the iron hinge of the old fence was heard in pain in the ears when the front guards again closed it when their car had entered perfectly into the orphanage where Dara had taken shelter as a child.
Mr. Jono rushed down to open the door for the master and his mistress as soon as he finished parking the car neatly in the place that had been provided. The front guard also approached when he saw the figures of two elegant people descending from there.
Wira wearing denim pants and a white shirt brand Tom Ford that is very fitting wrapped his tall body, not to forget the sunglasses Ray Ban perched on the face of his look, equipped with a Tissot watch that coiled sweetly on his wrist and the aroma of expensive perfume that dominates.
While the beautiful brown striped woman, wearing a white shirt that matches her husband's shirt. Her dress model below the knee is short-sleeved, collared sabrina with a pretty lace accent that adorns her chest and shoulders. His long hair in the ponytail, do not forget a pair of flatshoes design shoes from world-renowned brands as his footwear.
"Welcome. Can I help you?" asked the old man the doorman to Wira and Dara with a radiant gaze full of admiration, fascinated by the beauty of their physical appearance.
"I want to meet the head of the parlor. Does he exist?" said Dara politely.
"Please get through here." The doorman led to the place where the head of the parlour was.
When entering Dara immediately greeted a long hallway connected to the left wing room in the orphanage. His memories as a child again flashed in his mind, he used to often contemplate sadly alone in this quiet hallway while longing for a family to adopt him.
"Don't you have me now?" The hero immediately uttered such a sentence as if he knew about something that was raging in his wife's mind. Dara nodded and reviewed the smile in response to her husband's statement, she already has Wira as her home, where she lives now and hopes until the end of life.
"Please, Master, Madam. This is the room." The old man drove the two to the front of the broken white wooden door.
"Thank you" said Dara, and the doorman withdrew from leaving them there.
The woman knocked on the door slowly. After a few beats, the door knob rotated a sign that someone opened it from the inside. A woman who was aged yet unpretentious when the door opened perfectly, smiled kindly and greeted. "Welcome to our orphanage, please come in."
Dara still recognized the figure of the head of the home, but the woman did not recognize the figure of Dara who had once been her foster child. How not, Dara is now transformed into a beautiful woman who is graceful, while she used to be a skinny girl with long hair that is disheveled.
"What has happened to the Lord and Lady coming here?" ask the head of the hospitable parlor.
Wira expressed the purpose of his arrival. He opened the beginning of the conversation about the compensation that Dara wants to give for the orphanage. Of course, all these noble intentions were welcomed with joy, the head of the home did not stop saying thank you and gratitude.
"But there's one more thing for which we came." The hero grabbed Dara's hand and squeezed it gently. "I wanted to find out about my wife's parents because she used to be one of the foster kids here."