IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[33] Seeking the Existence of Papa (2)

Wedding day.

It was eight in the morning when Nina was finished in makeup and wearing a white akad shirt with a sukapura kebaya design that was in line with Dirga. Dirga's family should have arrived there, but according to Solehah who had been back and forth ballroom and room, Dirga and family had not come. Half an hour before the show starts.

“Rightly not here yet, Dek?” Nina asked when Solehah entered her room to drink.

“Iya, Tea. They haven't come yet. If Sol has not heard wrong, Brother Dirga has not even come out of the room since.” Bright Solehah.

Nina shook her head not understanding why Dirga had not left the room, but it was their wedding day.

Is Dirga trying to cancel this marriage for reasons that Nina doesn't know?

But ... is that possible? Mama would have gone berserk if that happened. They had no problems whatsoever, and as far as Nina knew Dirga accepted all the wedding plans that had been going on.

Nina didn't want this to happen.

*

One day before the wedding.

Dirga drove his car with anger that went up to the crown. The woman's words kept ringing in her mind.

“... which I believe, he may already be a bum now.”

He kicked his wheel in annoyance. Damn, he got nothing from that girl.

Where should he find Papa? Should he search all the way?

The bright red light stopped anyone who was about to pass. I don't want Dirga to stop there. His hands were raised to look at the clock he was wearing. It's past eleven o'clock.

Slowly Dirga tried to neutralize his emotions. It is not good to drive with strong emotions.

A ten-year-old boy Dirga used to see as a beggar on the street, patting the glass of his car. Feeling unbearable, Dirga lowered his car glass.

“Kak .. little brother. Make lunch kak.” The boy asked Dirga.

Dirga watched him for a moment. Then the crazy idea that he had actually looked up to, came to his mind.

There is no harm in trying even if I doubt if that's what happened to papa. Her thought.

“Whose name are you?” Ask the boy.

The boy looked at him strangely.

“Kok sister asked my name? Brother want to give me money right?” Ask back.

Dirga looked at the plain look of the boy. There's nothing they're looking for but money for a bite of rice. They do not work without desire. Meeting the needs of his family and himself.

Dirga knows that well.

Dirga finally nodded.

“Iya Deck, later brother love money, yes. What's your name?” Ask Dirga again while taking out her wallet.

“My name is Tara, Brother. Aerospace.” Quietly said.

Dirga raised his head, pointing a blue piece of money in his hand.

“Wah, our name is the same.” He looked at her with a smile.

The count at the red light showed the number seventy, he had to prepare for the road.

“Nih for you. Worn preferably yes.” The boy nodded. Saying thank you, then about to pass before Dirga held him back.

“Before dekDek, know this person not?” Dirga showed a photo stored on the dashboard of his car.

“So I know him?”

Dirga nodded.

“She's Papa's sister. You know, don't you? Brother got the info he might be begging or being a bum. Exactly where you don't know, but who knows you've seen suppose there's a new beggar?” Ask Dirga.

The boy seemed to think.

“Tara's seen it like a sister. If not wrong, begging is the same as us. But it's like this one who died while sleeping, when Tara's mother was sweeping around the sidewalk where she slept? He wasn't ya? I think he is. Because the beggars here on average already know each other, and this similar person photographed once Iya-iya like that. If not wrong about a week ago.”

“If there is a new beggar. Like the person in the photo, Tara forgot too.” Answer innocently.

Dirga put on a serious face.

“Seriously no new beggars? Do you think it looks like this photo?” Ask Dirga.

The boy looked dead.

“The beggars here on average already know each other, and at that time there was a new beggar who asked to beg together, yes it was a long time ago too, follow him only once. But yesterday said the mother, the new beggar died a week ago on the sidewalk when there was a satpol raid. He said it hurt. I think he is, brother.”

After hearing the boy's last words in front of him, Dirga grew increasingly shocked and curious.

“You sure?”

“Ka-kayaknya, sis. You see Mom said the new beggar, only he's the new beggar around here.”

“You know where they are usually buried with satpol?”

The boy seemed to think.

“Tara is not sure either. Only usually if someone dies, but there is no identity, they are buried in a special public cemetery without identity. Beggars who had no family were buried there. Not far from here, brother. Tara doesn't know the name of the road, sorry sister ..”

The red light turned green. The car behind Dirga had started to press the horn impatiently. In a hurry, Dirga said thank you, then went to the place that the child told him.

Dirga passed several cemeteries around, looking for information by asking some people about burial without identity.

A few hours searching, Dirga found a place that informed the people. In a hurry he entered the information office.

“Good day Mas. Can anyone help?” Greet a woman standing behind an infromation table.

“I want to ask you a list of people buried in this special cemetery.” Unmistakably.

The woman nodded.

“Iya, can. Who are you looking for? You see, the average person who is here, has no name or family data. Or if there is usually only the name of the greeting, and the last features before dying.”

Dirga nodded.

“Um .. I don't know his last features. But what I was looking for, he was a man, he was in his fifties, and he died about a week ago on the sidewalk. He said he was a beggar ..”, explained Tara's story earlier.

“Good, Mas. It is true, a week ago there were buried without personal data, and the information is beggar. Died probably sick, then taken by the police to the hospital, just here. His age is more or less so. To clear the position of the tomb, I check the data briefly yes, Mas. Please wait.” The woman in front of him.

Five minutes to wait, not long after the woman came back.

“Good Mas, for the tomb position two blocks from here. Come, I'll take you.

The woman then escorted him to the tomb in question. Dirga said thank you after arriving there.

His knees fell helplessly as a mound of earth became the most painful sight in his eyes. If this is papa, Dirga doesn't know what to say. He did not even have time to say sorry when the last time they had a fight, even still hate him until now.

Whoever this buried person is, even if it's papa, may heaven be his last place.

“Pa, if this is Papa, Dirga apologizes for being late to see Papa when Papa's condition may be difficult.” Lirih Dirga held an anonymous headstone in front of her.