A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Intan Recognition

The car drove across the street, we were on our way to the hospital where the old man was receiving intensive care. My eyes were straight ahead, I focused on driving. Along the way tonight was quite quiet, probably because of the drizzle that was sweeping, making people lazy to leave the house. Initially drizzle, but the longer, the sound of raindrops is heard more and more noise falling on the roof of the car, as well as on the road and other places, looks wet due to raindrops. Now it was no longer drizzling, but it had changed into quite a torrential rain. I felt my phone in my pants pocket vibrate repeatedly, maybe Vira called, because I promised to call her at night. But I forgot to tell her again, saying I didn't have time to call her tonight.

I realized, from earlier Intan always stole a glance at me, his hands crossed in front of his chest, he hugged his body, stroking his shoulders.

''Cold?'' let me be brief with a little loud.

''No, I'm wearing a pretty thick outer, Mas.''

''But it seems like you are cold again.''

''Cold anyway, little.'' reply Intan grinned. He showed his neat and white teeth. I don't reply anymore, because I'm focused on driving. Tonight Intan looks beautiful. He wears a maroon-red dress with a length below the knee, and in baluti with outer sepaha, outer which has the best quality with its base is quite thick. I can guess by looking at it, even though I don't feel it. His straight and thick hair he tied the horse until it showed the nape and neck of his smooth white tie. But I'm not tempted to see that.

After a long journey, we finally arrived at our destination. I parked the car, then got ready to get out. Before I got out of the car, I picked up an umbrella lying in the back seat, an umbrella that was deliberately prepared. The rain has not yet stopped.

''Wait, don't come out!'' I cried when I saw Intan about to open the car door.

''Yes, Mas.'' he replied in such a gentle tone.

After the umbrella was in my hand, I got out first from the car, opened the umbrella, and walked around the front of the car.

''Come, hurry.'' I said in a slightly loud tone, trying to beat the sound of the rain.

''Yes, Mas.'' replied Intan. After that, he got out of the car. Then we walked with each other stuck into the hospital, shelter from the rain water with shelter under an umbrella that was not much width.

''Your clothes are wet like that, Mas.'' Intan said as we arrived inside the hospital.

''Wet little.'' I replied. Without us knowing, it turns out our hands are still holding each other holding the same umbrella handle. As soon as I realized, I pulled my hand fast. What the hell, I might be careless to make Intan's face meet red again. I put both my hands in my pants pocket, acting as relaxed as possible. While Intan, he folded the umbrella, after which he put it in one corner of the room in the hospital.

We walked side by side through the hospital hallways, to where Papa was being treated.

''Thank you for setting your foot here, Mas.''

''Stop saying thank you.''

''Mm, sorry. Sorry for everything that happened.''

''You mean?''

''I apologize deeply, Mas. For the fault of Papa and Almarhumah Mama.'' said Intan, now we stand facing each other.

''I don't understand.'' I said pretending to be stupid. After that I heard Intan take a deep breath and exhale slowly. And he said again.

''Stop, Diamond!'' I couldn't control my emotions after hearing Intan's explanation.

''Mas, I really don't know anything, I don't know that Papa and Mama could hurt you and your Mama because they want to live together. I just found out that Papa is not my real Papa, he is your gibbon Papa.'' Intan said in a guilty-sounding tone, her eyes glazed over. But I still find it hard to believe what he's saying.

''Stop that crap!'' I spoke with great emphasis. Then I walked faster, leaving Intan behind.

''Mas, you are angry again with me?'' intan was trying to catch my footstep.

''No!''

''Then?''

''Be quiet!''

''I can't you gini'in, Mas. Though I was very happy with the change in your attitude that has been willing to accept me.''

''Don't kege'eran.''

''Mas, I'm sorry.''

''So this is your purpose in taking me to the hospital? You want to make fun of me, insult me, because that old man would rather live with you and your Mama than live with me and my Mama.''

''It's not like that, Mas.''

''I'd better just go home.'' I turned around.

''No, Mas. Just so you know, Papa loves you very much.''

''If he loves me and cares about me, he might leave me and choose to live with you.''

''Forget, Mas. Forget all that stuff. I promise you, I'll make up for everything, all their mistakes. I'll be a good wife to you. I love you, Mas.'' Intan said in a hoarse voice, he was already crying, sobbing sounded restrained. He grabbed me, hugged me from behind. His body shook from crying. I silently stared, feeling tightness in my chest. Is everything Intan said true? If he doesn't know anything? Ah, you selfish old people, because their mistakes in the past, had a bad impact on my life and also Intan. But, I still can't trust Intan completely.

''We look at Papa, yuk.''

''Papa and Mama have already got the fruit of their mistake for zolimi you.''

''Papa like the difficulty of facing the saccharatul of death, maybe he is still waiting for forgiveness from, Mas. His own biological child.'' persuaded Intan, he grabbed my body tighter, his head leaning against my back. I don't want to finally give up. Fortunately the hospital hallways were quiet, so only a few people had time to witness a small commotion between me and Intan.

Seriate.