A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
No longer helpless

''Mama?!'' I said in shock, as I saw Mama sitting in the waiting chair in front of her ex-husband's inpatient room.

''Rian, finally you want to come here too, son.'' said Mama, he stood up from his seat and stroked my cheek slowly. Her face looked so happy to see me coming.

''Why are you here? Since when? She was no longer Mama's husband.'' My protest in a slightly slow but stressed tone. I tried to dive into the bead of the woman who had given birth to me, from the look in her eyes, I knew Mama looked so sad. Is that how much your love for Papa is? So, even though she had been hurt from decades ago, Mama still wanted to visit her ex-husband who was dying.

''Already, Son. You don't make a fuss here. Poor your papa. Sana went in with your wife.'' said Mama again while smiling at me, then alternately looking at Intan who was standing right next to me. Intan then shook Mama's hand and kissed her with reverence. They hugged for a few seconds. I see, Mama has absolutely no resentment and hatred towards Intan. Unlike myself who still can not accept Intan completely.

''Ah ..'' My hiss while turning my face to the side, I was so upset about the same strange attitude Mama had that it was hard for me to understand. While with Aunt Ainun, Om Andra and Hamidah, Mama often showed her dislike for them. But with Intan, the woman who is clearly the seed of the actor, the woman who was born from the womb of the woman who once seized her husband, Mama looks so loving Intan. Mama is weird.

''Ma, me and Mas Rian entered first, yes.'' said Intan finally after a few seconds you were silent to each other.

''Alright. Mama will wait here.''

After that Intan opened the door of Papa's hospital room, I followed her from behind. Before seeing Papa, we take and wear clothes that have been provided by the hospital, special clothes to visit patients.

''Papa, I've managed to persuade Mas Rian to visit, Papa is here. Papa, open your eyes. Look, Papa's son who is so handsome and handsome is standing looking at Papa.'' racau Intan with a hoarse voice. Intan grasped the fingers of a hand that had been so thin. While I just silently looked at the condition of Papa, a very concerning condition. No sadness, no satisfaction. I felt empty and empty, everything felt bland.

''Mas, try to call Papa.'' said Intan while looking at me.

''Make what?'' ask me to pretend to be stupid.

''Mas, I beg you, just this once you call this helpless man who is before us Papa.'' coax Intan to weld with both hands clenched in front of the chest.

''No longer helpless? When he was powerless, where did he go? Why has he never looked for me, apologized to me and persuaded me to call him Papa?'' my words are all I can say in my heart. I was lazy to fuss again with Intan just because of the old man who never thought I existed in this world.

In fact, when I was a child, I really wanted to call a man with the name papa, adult, I felt jealous of my classmates who screamed loudly leaving the school yard calling the father who picked him up. But me? I who also stood in the school yard can only stroke the chest, feeling tight that can no longer be held to see the closeness of my friend and his father. I'm jealous of the luck of the other kids. Then after that my tears broke instantly. Ever since that time, Om Andra always drove and picked me up at school. Even when on the sidelines of his busy life, he always took his time to accompany me. From childhood I only knew the figure of a sincere Om like an angel, I did not know the figure of a papa hearted beast who could ignore and leave his son his own birth.

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