Elegi Love Ayrani
Scary Drama

"Simple....!" Akasma enters Prithaya's room.

"Hey, you unlucky kid, please don't go near my daughter!" Akasma pulls the rough body of the little boy next to Prithaya. It made Prithaya and Ayrani shocked.

"Mrs....!" yell at both at the same time.

"Stop...! don't call me Mama! I'm not your Mama, your mama's gone to hell."

"Mama! why should you hate Ayra. She's Papa's daughter, Ma!" Prithaya Protest.

"Pritha!!! don't fight! Mama just wants to protect you so this kid doesn't hurt you like his mama."

The girl who is 3 years older than Ayrani continues to argue with her mother, Pritha feels sorry if such a small child should be hated for the mistakes she did not make.

"Why is Mama so mean? did not Mama herself who always taught Pritha to love each other. She's Pritha's sister, Ma, Papa's daughter!" Prithaya pleaded with her mother for her sister.

"No! Tonight too, Mama will take him to stay at the orphanage. Pritha stayed at home, let Mama and Mr. Ahmad drive this child."

By forcefully pulling Ayrani out of the princess' room, Akasma steeled herself to be able to firmly take that step. For he did not want his son to be hurt by Ayrani. Although never seen the face of Samir's mistress, but the entire Akasma brain is currently filled with the shadow of Halimah, the mother of a small child who is now trying to get rid of the daughter's life only wayangnya.

"Mr...! sorry Ayra if Ayra is naughty, Ayra already has no one else now except Brother Pritha. Let Ayra stay here with you!" hiba Ayrani who is now prostrating at the feet of Akasma.

Actually in Akasma heart really pity the fate of Ayrani. But the heartache and disappointment he received at once that day, made him turn into evil and heartless. This is completely contrary to his true nature.

With tears now beginning to wet the cheeks of widow Samir Daulay. This woman can no longer think. Plus the princess also joined in prostrating at his feet so that Ayrani was allowed to stay with them.

"Mr...! Pritha please, do not separate us, hiks....! Papa must be very sad to see a Brother like this!"

A mother's instincts can't lie. As much as he tried to hate the daughter of the husband's affair with Halimah the woman of Samir Daulay's affair. But the reality could not, he was finally crushed by the attitude of the two little girls who were prostrating at his feet who continued to whine and cry. The heart of the mother who sees the innocent child must be the victim of anger and emotion.

Akasma was crammed on the floor, hugging the two innocent little girls tightly. That night the three embraced each other and strengthened each other. And from that night Ayrani slept with the Kaka, Prithaya.

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Since he decided to accept the presence of Ayrani in his home. Now Akasma is also starting to look busy taking care of the transfer of her second daughter's school. News about the husband's affair that has been crowded lately in the virtual universe and electronic media, is now slowly no longer heard. And he began to busy himself continuing the business of Samir Daulay.

Meanwhile, Commander Raichan, who since the handover of the little girl to Akasma, remained silent, continued to monitor the condition of the boy. And when the man saw firsthand Akasma's sincere affection, Raichan really felt admiration for the woman.

"Your heart is very noble Madam, I admire you," Commander Raichan's mind from behind the window of his car smiled.

While the unconscious Akasma is being noticed by Commander Raichan, he continues his morning activities, driving his two daughters to school before he goes to the office.

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"Good, Ma!" answer Prithaya.

The two beautiful and sweet little girls immediately entered the school gate after kissing both cheeks of Akasma. Mr. Ahmad who saw the beautiful scene also smiled.

"Mr Samir must be happy to see you, Madam!" batin Pak Ahmad's.

"Sir, can take me to this address!" akasma said he handed him a piece of paper with an address.

"Okay, Madam!"

That morning Akasma went to a house that is not so big, but looks good like a luxurious house like the one he inhabits. A white painted house with a black fence, as well as a small garden in front of it. Still neatly padlocked, and seemingly empty uninhabited.

"Wait here, sir! "

"Okay, Madam!"

Mr. Ahmad did not dare to ask whose house he was. But the Daulay family's private driver suspected that the house was the late master's second home.

"This must be Miss Halimah's house!" batin Pak Ahmad's.

Akasma reached into something from inside her bag, and began to open the lock of the fence. After the departure of the husband, Akasma saw the contents of the berangkas that was in the workroom of the deceased husband. And that's where he found the address with the key. It seems that before the fateful event occurred, Samir Daulay had first written down the address of his second wife and put all the letters of the house into his work safe.

Akasma's eyes began to glaze over as her footsteps entered the courtyard of the house. His mind began to churn and jealousy again arose for a moment. When the door opened the first thing the woman saw was a picture of the husband's small family and his late second wife Halimah.

A man with tie and beside him a woman who is no less beautiful than himself and a small child who is none other than Ayrani displayed on the wall, the view of a happy family portrait like the one in his house. Slowly Akasma's footsteps began to look at the contents of the house. The whole house of furniture and its decoration arrangement is very similar to the house he occupies.

"Either I should be angry or laughing, Mas. I really didn't expect any of this to happen to me. What sins have I committed that you may wish me!" Akasma rubbed her falling tears while having a dialogue of her own.

"Why is this house so similar to ours, if you could be honest and tell all, surely my heart wouldn't hurt this much!"

"You do, why do I and my son have to endure it all?"

The widow Samir Daulay continued to monologue all the contents of his heart that he had been silent, as if asking for an explanation to whom, but really all that was not easy for Akasma. It all just happened and suddenly. No choice for him.

Mr. Ahmad, who was waiting in the car, heard the sound of a woman crying inside the house. And the private driver felt sorry for Akasma.

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SERIATE....