DEANNA
Deane-26
Everyone was stunned, including Tinah as well as the man himself. His tanned face matured and got quite a lot of injuries due to the punch was seen shriveling deeply. It was as if he was looking at the face of the girl standing glued in front of him.
Hearing his daughter calling for the father, Tinah came to make sure. However, a split second later, the woman rounded her eyes full even her hands covered her already wide open mouth.
"Mas Bagyo," he called in disbelief.
Without feeling the tears the woman broke. Flowing from both corners of his eyes clearly.
"Tinah, is this you? Am I not dreaming?" The man pleaded for release. But the people hold it firmly. "Take me off!"
"Mas, why are you like this?" Tinah shook her head many times. It's too hard to believe everything. While Bagyo, staring at Tinah and Deana alternately.
"Tinah, is she our daughter? Is she Deana?" The man's lips shook violently. Even his eyes were wet. Especially when she saw her daughter crying.
"Father is a pickpocket? So, you never came home because you're a bad guy now? I'm disappointed in you!" scream Deana.
He threw down the basket just like that and left with pain and disappointment. Bagyo continued to shout calling out Deana's name, but the girl remained indifferent. While Tinah was still unmoved in her place. He could not do anything when he saw the residents dragging Bagyo to the police station to account for his actions.
When we talk about disappointment. Tinah felt very disappointed beyond Deana. However, he could not do anything. She should talk to her husband after this.
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When Deana arrived at the rented house, the girl went straight into the room. Dunking her face under the pillow and trying to drown out her cries. It's really painful for Deana. For a long time he lost his father's news and is now looking for him. Turns out he had to find the fact that his father was a pickpocket.
"Mbak Dea why?" ask Rangga to enter the room. Followed by Raffi in the back. Rangga was playing with Raffi in the middle room, but he was surprised when he heard Deana's talk.
"No papa, Ngga." Deana did not dare to wake up worried that Rangga would find out that he was crying. As much as Deana's energy trying to dampen the stuffing.
"Did you dare lie?" Rangga's voice sounded heavy and implied disappointment.
"Mas Rangga, why is Miss Deana crying? Is there anything naughty with Dea?" raffi asked interrupted their conversation.
Deana who realized Raffi's existence immediately wiped away the tears quickly. Then, he sat down in front of the boy and acted as if nothing had happened. However, from Deana's eyes alone it was clear that the woman was crying.
"Mbak Dea is not crying, dear. But flickering. Earlier, when Mbak Dea came home from the market, there was dust flying and into the eyes of Mbak Dea. So, really, really," said Deana interspersed with long breaths.
Deana knows, it's not good because he's been lying in front of Raffi. However, on the other hand he was also unable to tell the truth to the boy. Deana also codes Rangga to take Raffi away first. The woman will clean up to be fresher and Adit is not suspicious when she comes home later.
Tinah sat opposite her husband. She had begged the police to give her time to talk to her husband because he had not been home for decades. From then on, the two of them just sat facing each other. Not just a matter of longing felt by Tinah, but curiosity.
She could not believe that her husband was a pickpocket. Though he knew, Bagyo was a good person and obedient to worship. In fact, during his stay in the village of Bagyo never neko-neko.
"Tell me why are you like this, Mom? You've made your wife and children very disappointed." Tinah focused her gaze towards Bagyo who was also staring fully at her. Their gazes were equally shady.
"I'm sorry, Tin. I've made you very disappointed and I don't deserve to live." Bagyo breathed a long breath many times. "I had to do this."
"Forced?" Tina asked impatiently.
"Yes, I've stopped working at the boss's old place a long time ago because I've been working at a better place and my salary is bigger, but I was wrong to be friends in a new place." Bagyo paused his words to take a deep breath. "I was taught to play gambling. First play I immediately win, finally I'm addicted."
Tinah did not believe. She really did not expect that her husband did the things she hated the most first..
"Then? Why are you being a pickpocket now, Mom? Don't tell me to place a bet" Tinah said. He desperately held the emotion that felt bubbling in the chest.
"No, I pickpocket to survive because everything I have is gone including my job. As for me, I didn't get a job at all when I was looking everywhere." Bagyo's voice sounded full of regret to make Tinah begin to feel sorry for him.
"Mas, you should be able to think while doing that. If indeed you do not have halal work here, you can go home, Mas. Gather with your wife's son. Eating only with salt and salted fish is okay. Origin, we gather together. Than you didn't come home for years and turned out to be the bad guy. I can't imagine what our daughter is. Though Deana's always waiting for your return." Tinah wiped the tears that started flowing.
It's really painful for him. However, Tinah also could do nothing more than surrender.
"I'm really sorry, Tin." Bagyo grabbed Tinah's hand to grasp, but the woman quickly stepped aside.
"Mas, you have to take responsibility for all your crimes and reflect on them. I'm going home to see our daughter in shock. I wish you could live well here." Tinah stood up and was about to leave from there. It was enough she spoke to her husband who was disappointed and deeply hurt.
However, just one step walking, Bagyo had directly held the woman's arm until Tinah's steps stopped at that time.
"Tin, can I hold you for a second?" lirih.
Tinah pegged in place for a long time, until finally the woman nodded weakly. With a thump, Bagyo flipped over Tinah's body and hugged her tightly.
"I'm sorry, Tin. I'm really very sorry. I promise I will change. I'll look at everything." Bagyo held up the embrace while crying.
That man is so sorry.