Between Love and the Mafia
8. Miracle

Bela approached Aunt Klara as close as possible, her hand giving her warmth in the grasp she was given. Bela's eyes also looked sad.

His heart also felt guilty for having used someone else's clothes selflessly, and did so presumptuously.

"I'm sorry aunt, I'm going to take this shirt off and I'm going to replace it with another one. When necessary I will replace with a servant's shirt" A sincere greeting touched a mother's heart.

"Don't use the clothes in your room, son" he said, pointing to a room occupied by Bela.

"Tante was happy to see the clothes worn by you, as if aunt felt his presence" The soft caress of his hand stroked Bela's face.

Bela was speechless hearing aunt Klara's words. Even though he did not understand what was said. He did not understand about Denada, and also about his presence. He wondered who Denada was.

"Thank you auntie for letting me wear this shirt, but auntie don't cry because you don't want to see those tears fall off a mother"

Her hands were busy wiping away aunt Klara's tears. Cleaning it while gently stroking her face as if she saw the presence of a mother who had been longed for so long.

While Bara still remained silent staring at their dialogue. His body was riveted and could not move from anywhere. Because she saw the sincerity of Bela who comforted her mother as she grieved.

"Sorry ma, but I can't give Denada's rights to anyone else" he muttered inwardly, then his steps rushed away leaving the two of them.

Klara hugged Bela warmly. She senses Denada's presence back, and Bela feels the presence of a mother she longed for.

Bela tried to blend in with the love given. He wanted to enter in the tenderness that had been thrown for him from Clara. Even if he is not part of this family.

"Mom don't cry anymore huh" Klara was surprised by the remark.

"Mama? " He immediately let go of that hug from Bela. His face Bela realized that he was speaking wrongly. Bela immediately closed her mouth which spoke carelessly.

"Sorry aunt, I didn't mean to talk like that. I just miss my mom" she muttered in fear.

"It's okay" Klara said.

His smile with gentleness made Bela's heart very relieved. It felt peaceful when he saw Klara's cool face, not cold like an arrogant young man.

Klara's hand hugged Bela tightly. It felt like he found the warmest hug of his daughter. It is very clear that the softness of Bela's heart is the same as Denada. Even if they are not the same person.

"Tante, can I see Mr. Taryo? " Pinta Bela gently. Because he wants to know Mr. Taryo's situation.

"May, let's take aunty between" Klara led Bela to the lower room occupied by Mr. Taryo.

"Pak Taryo" The soft voice of Bela as she entered the room.

The worried look from the little girl's eyes when she saw Mr. Taryo was still unconscious. It looks like an infusion hose is attached and also some bandages on his hands, feet and head.

He is not Bela's parents, but his affection exceeds that of a father and Bela loves him very much. Because from childhood he was raised with affection by Mr. Taryo and bi Siti.

"Wake up, don't do this. Hiks.. . , hiks" Bela cried loudly for fear of losing Mr. Taryo.

Bad thoughts possessed his brain, so he cried bitterly at the sight of Mr. Taryo's state, because at the moment all he had was Mr. Taryo.

"Jangn's crying son, Mr. Taryo will be fine. The doctor said he was just resting, maybe it will come back" Klara explained as she gently stroked Bela's back, which rested beside Mr. Taryo's bed while holding his hand.

"Sorry sir Bela, all this because of Bela" he said with a groan.

Not feeling clara's eyes also glazed to see it. He wondered how a driver and an employer would look like a child and a father with a strong bond of affection.

The new thing he saw with sincerity from Bela's soft speech. It feels impossible but it is real.

"Why are you like this, isn't he your driver?" Klara asked who was curious when she saw Bela crying loudly while hiccuping when she saw the driver who was still lying down.

"He's my driver, but he's like my father" he said.

Klara stared in confusion as she did not know what Bela was talking about. He thought wondering if Mr. Taryo was Bela's father or not.

Bela stood up and turned to look at Klara, she wiped her tears and told the middle-aged woman before her. He told me that Mr. Taryo took the place of affection from a father when a mother left and his own father did not care about his life.

"Please dear Mr. Taryo sincerely, and I have considered him as my father even though he is a driver" he said touchingly.

Klara's gaze became a must to see a little girl who was very lacking in affection from a father and also a mother who had long gone. He could only hug her and rest the girl's head on her shoulder.

A sense of compassion enveloped his heart to continue providing affection to the poor little girl. Klara did not want to see the girl suffer because of the selfishness of her life.

"Help me as your mama son" Without saying much, Bela hugged him tightly.

Her tears came back, only this time Bela was crying in front of someone. Klara is a stranger to him. But a smooth word is able to bandage the wound on Bela.

"Tante, can I stay here. I don't want to go home" Bela knelt at Klara's feet.

He begged not to go home. He also said that wanting freedom, especially in the house was just hell from the father because of the difference in affection.

"Stay as much as you can with Mr. Taryo, consider this your home"

"No, no, I'll be a waiter and help cook, sweep and prepare meals like the rest of the servants. I can only pay it aunty" Bela told Klara.

"That's a good thing, so you hitchhiked and knew yourself" The voice came from behind the two of them.

It turned out that Bara also allowed the girl to stay in her house as long as she was a servant as she wanted.

Tidka there is compassion from the coals for that poor girl. Although she also heard the story. But his heart still froze and would never melt the warmth.

"Bara, just let her be your sister" Klara said.

"No, I want her to be a servant only" she said with a slight smile.

The decision is unanimous. Making Bela a servant was his plan because the girl did not have the same traits as her late sister.

Indeed, his body is similar, but embers judge if bela is a woman who is a bully and does not have a soft speech in her body. So Bara was very hearty when he saw the girl become a housekeeper.

"No, no. Mama disagreed"

"Ma, she's not the queen here. So he must know the return of the favor" said ember back.

Debate continues between Klara and Bara. Their thinking is never the same. Klara wants Bela to be her daughter while Bara wants Bela to be her maid.

Every time you argue there is a difference between mother and child. Obviously there is no harmony in them but BlBara can still hold back emotions.

" It's okay auntie, I can do the homework" she said with a smile. A single trace of crying was gone when Bara entered Mr. Taryo's room. And the skeranag has changed into a smile.

"Alright if that's what you want, son, but you just use the clothes in your closet. Don't wear the maid's clothes here" Bela simply nodded and gave a distinctive smile from her lips.

While Bara can not stop the decision of his mother who wants Bela to wear Denada clothes. Because she knows that a mother will miss her long-gone child even more.

Without another word Bara left the room. It was clearly her cold face that was not easy to talk to anyone. His cold attitude is now increasingly frozen since Denada's departure.

"What should I do, seems to sweep the floor only" Inner Bela after Klara left and she learned to be the service of this house.

His hands were busy sweeping the floor then cleaning the items in the living room to make it look dustless. Bela felt tired because the house he cleaned was not just a patch but very large.

"May, Denada, ....... Denada" a soft call that echoed adorning the room.

"Denada, is he here" Bela thought.

Bela immediately looked around then looked at the source of the sound. And there was no Denada he was looking for. A grandmother sitting in a wheelchair.

"Grandmother called me? " Dela is approaching

"Who are you, why wear my grandson's shirt? " Right with an annoyed look.

To quell the granny's annoyance, Bela got closer and sat down in front of her while explaining what she knew to avoid becoming misunderstood.

"I am Bela and the new servant here Grandma, I am a stranger who was washed away and saved to get to this house" he explained as he reached out.

The grandmother was silent and did not return Bela's welcome. Bela fell silent and realized that her grandmother would not be so familiar with strangers in this house.

"Do you want to breathe fresh air?" Grandma was still silent then with Bela's ingenuity, she comforted grandma by telling her the beauty of the good air outside the house.

"Morning air is very good, especially far from pollution" Wheelchairs are pushed slowly and accompanied by a very agile bela babble telling the beauty of nature.

And on the other side Klara looked at him with a smile of happiness. Initially surprised because foreigners were able to seduce grandma, but she saluted with the persistence of Bela who continued to comfort grandma without complaining in the least.

After getting out of the house, Bela was very surprised because a very large yard was like a garden. This house is surrounded by a large wall fence.

"Look, Grandma, a beautiful courtyard with a flower garden there. And look there's roses too grandma"

With the cheerful face of the hadith it slightly made grandmother's heart peaceful. He kept listening to what he was talking about.

Bela continued to explain about the beauty of the garden and the yard. He had just found out after he got out of the house. He thought if he went out far away he might get lost because it was so big like a forest.

"Let me massage my grandmother's legs to calm down while enjoying the beauty of the flower" Bela sat down and played her fingers to stretch her muscles.

She was happy to massage Grandma's feet. Although grandma did not open her voice but she continued to babble while giving a gentle massage.

"You" His impact from behind made Bela very surprised.

"Master" The face of fear was painted from Bela. He was afraid that there would be another mistake made.

"Why did you take an oma out of the room, while she had to keep resting" Bara rode apitam when she saw the oma Rose she loved being taken out of the house and taking shelter in the garden with the little girl.

"Master, grandma is looking to relieve stress and enjoy the fresh air. So I brought her here so that grandma could be happy" Sahut Bela casually responded to Bara's anger.

"Don't wait for you to be loved by my mama and do your best to Grandma" Her voice was very loud, exactly with the yelling of Bela's father when angry.

"Let's... " Bela covered her face with both hands as Bara wanted to hit with anger.

"Bara, the girl was right that oma wanted to breathe fresh air. Oma is very cramped in the room and the fall continues"

"Oma" Bara's eyes widened with a huge shock. Just this time he heard his beloved oma talking back.

Oma's lips were silent, her eyes were always in a blank stare since Denada's death. But this time the little girl named Bela managed to make the oma talk again like before.

What a miracle to tell this family. They were all waiting for the presence of the old oma, and skearang was the time for the oma to return.

"Mama, come here" Shouted Bara was excited to tell her mother because oma had returned to speaking.

"What's wrong? "

"Ma, oma is back talking"

"really? " Klara approaches on the oma.

"Mama, is that really what Bara was talking about? " Oma was silent again. Then his hand pulled Bela's arm giving a signal to bring her into the house.

"Grandma's coming in? " Oma just nodded.

"Tante, sir, I asked permission to bring grandma in"

"Yes Bela, please take grandma to her room" Klara ordered.

Bela brought the oma into the room. While Bara, she looked at him bitterly because oma had always hated him since Denada's death. Oma thought that this was the cause of her sister Denada's death.