
"I agree with your idea. I'm sure Salwa will be happy. I always loved her even though she wasn't my daughter!."
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Salwa smothered her mouth with her hands. His world seemed to collapse instantly. Tears flooded his eyes. So, he's just a foster kid. Salsa is the son of her parents. How could fate be so cruel to her now. Not enough has happened yet. Why now should he know the other harsh realities of his life.
The girl quickly ran away from Danar's office.
"Well, I'm going home. Yes, this drink is my fortune," said Danar secretary.
Salwa got into her car. Her crying broke when she remembered her father's words. He who is always spoiled, he who is always obeyed whatever his wishes and he who is so loved by his parents is in fact just an adopted child. And all that Salwa has felt will return to its original owner, Salsa.
"I hate you, Salsa. Ihate you. Why do you have to come and take away all my happiness? Azka, my wedding dream and now my parents. No, I'm not gonna shut up. I will make your life suffer. Just look, you won't be able to take all of mine!!."
Salwa drove her car fast, she even ran a red light. The police on guard finally chased after Salwa. He warned the woman to pull over. But Salwa did not heed, he kept driving at high speed. Until arriving at the crossroad, a car drove from the opposite direction is equally tight. The collision was inevitable, Salwa's car slammed after hitting a roadblock.
Police are checking the circumstances of the victim. Seeing a lot of blood and unconscious victims, the police immediately called an ambulance. Salwa and other victims of the accident were taken to a nearby hospital. After receiving a doctor's arrest, the police immediately contacted the families of each victim.
Danar went straight to the hospital after getting a call from the police who said Salwa was in an accident. Likewise with Anya who also went straight to the hospital after her husband gave the news.
"Mas, Salwa!," Anya shut her mouth holding back tears.
"Salwa must be fine."
They walked to the emergency room, where there were police guarding the newspaper room.
"Good day, sir. We're the parents of the accident victim on behalf of Salwa!."
"The Father's daughter is still in the running. Once he realizes we'll be conducting an examination of the victim!."
"No, Sir. Actually your daughter is in pursuit of a reckless officer for driving at high speed and breaking a traffic light."
Anya was sobbing, must have been his meeting with Salsa that made Salwa accident. His daughter was obviously disappointed with the reality. So, he's the one who got his daughter in an accident.
"It's all my fault, Mom. Salwa was in an accident because of me!."
"What do you mean, Anya?."
"Salwa came to Azka's house. He asks Azka back to him. We had a debate there. Salwa is angry at Salsa for assuming Salsa snatches away all her happiness. And ..."
"And what?" asked Danar curiously.
"S-Salwa insulted Salsa, saying that Salsa was a cheap woman. Even Salwa said that Salsa was the son of a comfort woman. I'm upset, and I'm telling you that Salsa is our real son."
Anya was stunned, Danar immediately hugged his wife. It was not entirely Anya's fault, but also Salwa's stubbornness.
"I love Salwa even though she's not our real daughter. I won't change anything even if our daughter is found. I just want Salwa to reveal her destiny. Because I don't want to be hurt myself. Am I wrong, Mom?."
Danar looked up, trying to hold back his tears that were about to come down, "Actually this is all my fault, His!."
Anya took off her husband's embrace and looked at Danar, "What do you mean, Mas?."
Danar sighed deeply, "Ratih said, Salwa had gone to the office. But suddenly, Sawla just left. I'm afraid he's heard me and Galih."
Anya's feeling was suddenly nervous, "P-what's the word?."
"When I said that Salwa wasn't my real daughter!."