
Part 3
Dara spilled all her sadness when she was behind the wheel of her heart happy, but on the other hand she was hurt. Yes, Dara is heartbroken to see the ring that is circular on Fito's ring finger. When she once again re-imagined Fito's face, and the wedding ring, Dara was unable to stem her tears, her heart was so sick, she was disappointed.
Drett...
Dara's phone vibrates Fira's name on the screen. Dara immediately wiped her tears, so that her daughter did not see the sadness on Dara's face.
"Hallo, honey," said Dara when the vidio call connection was connected.
"Mama, where else?"
"Mom's coming back to the office, son."
"Where did your mom come from? Who's the same?"
Dara smiled as the teenage girl asked so in detail. That girl, she was indeed so protective of Dara. When Dara comes home late, when Dara moans because of her crumbling magh, and when Dara looks moody, Fira will advise Dara like a mother advising her son.
"Mama's done with Mama's work, son."
"Fira's reading books are over, Ma. Fira deserted, here."
"Oh yes, Mama forgot if there was a promise to buy a book, yes already, our Saturday to the gramed, yes."
"Really, yeah! Be careful when you forget again."
"Yes, my love, Mama won't forget this time. Mom went back to the office first, yeah. Fira don't forget to learn don't keep reading novels."
The sweet girl who grew up was named Fira Amara Kusuma. Dara's most precious treasure, whatever she will bet for her beloved baby.
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Dara was still thinking about Fito, from the bottom of her heart she was still very curious who the woman Fito married, and was it true that Fito had forgotten her?
Sixteen years, have you forgotten everything that happened between us? Mumbles Dara.
Sixteen years ago
Fito continued to contact Dara who was continuing his study in Bandung. Fito, he did not forget his promise, the man kept his promise. However, on the other hand, Dara's situation is quite alarming. Her stomach was getting bigger and bigger, she was no longer able to cover up her pregnancy. Yes, that woman is two-bodied. Actually want to tell Fito, but Dara undo his intentions. Dara does not want to ruin Fito's dream, Dara does not want to destroy Fito. His love for Fito was so great, and sacrifices were made. For the sake of Fito's dream, Dara was willing to bear the cause and consequences.
In the second semester, Dara disappeared. His number is no longer active, even his parents sold their house out of embarrassment. And not long after that, Dara had to lose her father.
Since the departure of her father, Dara has always cursed herself, she blames herself. Two months after her father's death, Dara gave birth to a beautiful daughter. The baby was named Fira Amara Kusuma, the fruit of her love with Fito.
When Fira was two weeks old, Dara's mother had tried to separate Dara from Fira, lucky Dara knew the mother's plan to put the little Fira in the orphanage. Dara has since chosen to live apart from her mother in order to save Fira from continuing to be with her.
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Days pass by very quickly, Dara does whatever it takes to survive and meet Fira's needs. During Day Dara college, and after college he worked at a fast food restaurant, even to the point of being a washerman he did for the sake of survival.
Five years later, Dara finally graduated from university. Although he did not graduate on time, he was proud to be able to complete his education with his hard work.
Thanks to her cleverness, Dara got a job in the city of Jakarta, and she returned to the city full of memories between herself and Fito. Dara worked very diligently, and eight years later Dara was chosen to be the personal secretary of Arya Hernanto, the owner of the largest property company. Recording is good enough, even from his salary he can buy a car even if only a second car.
As time passed, little Fira grew up. Often she asks who and where her father is, but Dara says that Fira's father is at work and it takes a long time to meet Fira. Dara also promised the princess only wayangnya, if Fira get the rank one in a row, Dara will bring Fira meet with her biological father, although Dara does not know where she will take Fira later, Dara, who is the man who is willing to confess that he is Fira's biological father. However, in Dara's heart kept praying that Fira would forget Dara's words.
Until finally dara heard a young businessman named Damar Fito Kusuma. Dara felt familiar with the name, her heart was turbulent when Arya Hernanto told her to bring a letter of cooperation agreement to Damar Fito Kusuma.
Is that him? Really her? Ahh, no! It was not him, there were thousands of similar names with different faces in this world. Gumam Dara assured the heart when in fact he hoped that the name belonged to someone who was so loved.
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"Good night" said Dara kindly.
"Night, you haven't slept?"
"I'm sorry about who?"
"Have you forgotten my voice?"
"Fito?"
"Am I interrupting?"
"What's wrong?" tanya Dara tried to dampen her cries.
"I want to talk, Ra."
"I'm sorry, for work matters to be discussed tomorrow, Mr. Fito."
"I'm not talking about work, I just want to know, where have you been all this time?"
"Mama, let's go to bed." Suddenly Fira comes calling Dara.
"Step, Son. Mama gets the phone first, Mama goes to the room."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fito, it's late. Thank you, good night."
"Wait, Ra. I want to ask you one thing." Prevent Fito before Dara unilaterally turns off her phone.
"What do you want to ask?"
"Is that your son?"
"You mean?"
"Ahh, no... Your life must be so happy compared to mine. Well, greetings to your husband and son. Good night my Lavender."
Dara cries as Fito hangs up the phone, now that Dara realizes that Fito has not completely forgotten her, she still remembers lavender. Yes, lavender symbol of love Fito and Dara.
I survived because of my love for you.
Now you have come without my guess.
This time it was our meeting at the wrong time.
It all happened when you were both and I was both. Both with the fruit of our love.
This time I didn't expect much because I knew it was impossible.
I can't be with you because I'm just a speck of dust in your past that you've probably forgotten about, with or without purpose.
I am your lavender, until now still keep memories of us.
I'm your lavender, who's willing to get hurt for your happiness.