You Are My Sunshine
The Part 283
On this holiday after breakfast, they went on a pilgrimage to eat Arif as well as Almira. On the way, Dara stopped by a flower shop. Buy two bouquets of flower arrangements for Arif as well as Almira. Today's weather is sunny and the road is smooth, so it does not take long to reach the destination.
“Dad, Ma'am. I came.” Dara placed the flowers she carried in each tomb and then sat in the grass between the tomb of Arif and Almira. The hero also went cross-legged there with Selena on his lap.
They say do’a solemnly, do’a best for loved ones who have gone home first, berdo’a may they be placed in the best place there
“Mira, Dad. Introduce, this is Selena, my daughter with Dara,”, Wira said shortly after finishing berTO’a.
“Dad, Ma'am. I'm a mother now.” Dara chuckles as she caresses Selena's puffed cheeks. “Thank you to those of you who have brought me to the warmth of a family, and thanks to Ma'am, now my happiness is perfect.” Dara said as she rubbed her second headstone while commenting on the smile.
Thank you Mira for dragging me to promise you to marry your sister. Your sister turned out to be a healer of my wounds also completes my shortcomings and now very much I love, thank you, inner Hero.
After finishing the pilgrimage, do not forget they gave the hand to the caretaker of the tomb. Thank you for taking good care of Arif's last bed as well as Almira. Dara got in the car with Selena, while Wira was still talking to the funeral area officials.
The phone in the pocket of Wira's pants rang, with a call from an unknown number.
“Halo.”
“Nak, this is me.. My Aunt Dara,” voice-activated on phone.
Wira recalled giving her number when visiting there the other day. At that time he asked to be informed if there might be other information about Dara's biological mother, but because Dara had said he did not want to discuss further, so Wira stopped all searches at the request of the wife.
“Sorry, I am sassy to contact. But, I think Dara deserves to know, this is about her birth mother.”
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The hero enters the car and sits next to Dara in the passenger seat. Mr. Jono immediately turned on the vehicle once the master and mistress were inside.
“Sayang.”
“Iya, Mas,” sahut Dara who then turned to look at her husband.
“There is something very important, and I think you should know it.” Highlight the eyes of the Hero looked confused, like there was a burden lying there. Dara had previously said she no longer wanted to know about the mother who had thrown it away, but Wira had to keep telling this news.
“What's up?” Dara looked at her husband questioningly.
“It's about your mother, your biological mother. I got word from your aunt that she found her whereabouts. Now that your mother is seriously ill, your aunt says there may be no hope anymore.” Wira explained carefully so that Dara was not too surprised.
Dara stared unreacted, her expression flat. Hearing the word birth mother only scratches the wound felt on his heart, not a sense of longing for the figure who has given birth to him. Her hand squeezed the tip of her own dress, seeking strength to ease the pain that was squeezing her heart.
“I just delivered. After all she is your mother, maybe you want to meet her while there is a chance, lest there be any regrets later.” Wira continued her words while Dara was still silent a thousand languages.
“Your mother, she has uterine cancer, late stage.”