Behind The Lies
Toughest Sections

Although it has received treatment, Ganjar's condition does not necessarily improve. That made Miranti even more panicked, especially until this moment she had trouble contacting Edgar.

“Where's Edgar, Bund?” ashilla asked after a few minutes of accompanying Miranti in the hospital.

“Mother doesn't know, from the night he was gone,” said Miranti fretfully.

“Let me try phone.” Ashilla reached into her cell phone and tried to contact Edgar. However, his call went unanswered, despite being connected. Ashilla looked at Miranti and shook her head.

“I'm the same Mas Faran has also tried to contact Edgar, but not answered,” said Aruna.

“Duh, where are you? Travelling time. What did he say before, Bund?” ask Ashilla.

“Ne said nothing.”

“Where ya?”

Last night Edgar did go using the old car Ganjar had given him. He travels uninterruptedly to a town where his father grew up. Last night he managed to find out about Hasa through the internet network. Now any information is quite easy to get especially for a businessman.

Edgar had only spent half the journey to the city of Surabaya. He had heard that Aruna had also lived there. He knew the city of Surabaya was a vast city, he would not find a single place without getting a clue. But he managed to get the clue.

Meanwhile in the hospital. Miranti tries to leave her father who is critical. He was determined to find Edgar.

“Where, Bund?” ask Ashilla in a panic.

“Wherever, anyway Mommy should find Edgar.”

“No way, indeed Mommy wants to find where?” Ashilla got up and caught up with him.

“Family Pak Ganjar Wijaya?” ask the Doctor from IGD?”

“Iya.” Miranti paused her intention to leave, she quickly returned and approached the Doctor. “Where is my father, Doc?”

“Pardon me, we have tried our best, but God says another.”

Miranti gave a glance. “What do you mean?” tanyanya slow.

“Pak Ganjar no longer exists.”

At once Miranti's scream shrieked. “Papa.”

“Bund. Mother.” Ashilla hugged him tightly.

While Aruna was staring and did not react anything. He was shocked, however, unable to express what he was feeling at the moment. I don't know, his mind was even bothered by the incident where he felt hurt by Ganjar's speech.

“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun,” murmured Faran and Yayan together.

While Angkasa stood next to Miranti and Ashilla. He rubbed the back of the wife who was crying with Miranti.

Slowly they entered the room. Ganjar's body was covered in white cloth.

“Papa.” Miranti approached and hugged the lifeless body.

Aruna did not want to go in, she stood at the door and saw Miranti's moaning. The relationship with Ganjar has not improved until this moment, although one house, but they do not interact well.

“Honey,” call Faran on his wife. However, Aruna remained at the door. Faran approached and invited his wife to enter, but Aruna refused.

“I wait outside aja,” said Aruna as she breezed away leaving the door of the room.

Faran.

Aruna covered her face with both palms. He swore he could not shed a single tear to express his condolences for the departure of the grandfather. Was it because of the anger she felt or something else? However, he was clearly quite upset at himself about this.

Faran approached and sat down next to his wife while hugging her shoulder. “Sssshhhh. Patience, dear, all will be well.”

Aruna quickly moved her palm away and looked at the husband's face. “I can't cry. Why, I can't cry?” He pointed at his own chest with a feeling of arrogance.

Faran returned that angry look.

“Why can't I cry?” ask Aruna to yourself. “Why, Mas? Do I have no empathy?” Aruna held her own chest.

The annoyed tone that Faran heard made him worry about Aruna's state. “Honey, indeed not all sadness must be expressed with tears,” said Faran softly while holding the hand of the wife.

“You know.” Faran then patted the back of his wife's soft hand. “When his father's mother died, Mas also did not cry, dear. When he heard the news, Mas could not cry, even though Mas was very close to his late grandfather. Mas like a person who had just been struck by lightning, Mas was silent stiff. Mom said at the time, I was shocked. In the tomb Mas can not cry, can only be silent, but after returning from the tomb, Mas just cried, can not even stop until two days, every grandfather remembers Mas cry.”

“But, I don't understand it, I'm not shocked, I'm not surprised, I feel I'm normal,” said Aruna sure, whereas Faran saw anger in both eyes.

“You lied,” said Faran.

Aruna stared at her husband.

Faran stayed long. He then gently stroked the wife's cheek. “Im sorry, please, revenge only makes you feel sick.”

Aruna. Faran's words were like stones thrown at his chest and fell right on top of a box of grief, until the box broke and sent tears tumbling out from both corners of his eyes.

Faran.

“I can't, Mas, I can't,” watered down Aruna. “I want to go home, I don't want to be here. Take me away, take me away.”

Faran. He knew that Aruna's grief was not because of Ganjar's departure, but because of her pain all along.

“We go home,” said Faran while helping Aruna rise. “But, Mas pamit used to be the same Mother yes, afraid Mother worried.”

Aruna held her husband's hand.

“Just a minute, Darling.” Faran let go of his wife's grasp slowly. He leaves and leaves Aruna crying again considering how many sentences he heard from Ganjar, a painful sentence that managed to punish himself.

Faran approached Miranti, Ashilla, Angkasa and Yayan were still standing near the body. Faran felt bad about talking to Miranti or Ashilla about this, so he just whispered to Yayan.

“Pak Yayan has informed Bi Sumi?”

Yayan shook his head.

“Let me same Aruna go home first and tell Bi Sumi to get everything ready. Mr. Yayan is here.”

Yayan nodded.

After that Faran came out and returned to Aruna who had stopped crying. He took his wife home. “Not a problem if you come last and go home first because sometimes we have to find our own place,” said Faran while walking and holding the hand of the wife.

Aruna looked up at the footsteps of her husband next to her. He then turned to the hands of the man who was very sincere in love with him. “Mas.”

“Iya?” Faran stopped stepping.

Aruna raised her face and looked at her husband.

“Why?” ask Faran.

Instead of answering Aruna shook her head. He returned to walk and Faran quickly offset the footsteps of his beloved wife. Faran knew everyone had the toughest part of life. The pain is Aruna's toughest part, but Faran believes that Aruna will do it sooner or later.