Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 30 ~
Sitting on the bench waiting for Lala in the playground playgroup yard, many times I checked my phone hoping Arimbi called or sent a message to just ask me if it was at school or not.
But until Lala left the classroom, let alone phone or chat, she has not even arrived here.
It was even Gesya who followed me to Lala's school.
Then what if I don't come to get Lala?
Little wonder why he has not arrived, because he is not usually late and just ignore Lala without any news.
Tapping my breath a little rough, my emotions seemed to increase when the phone I could not contact.
Where's she? Did something happen to him?
Why can't I call her number?
Is this how Arimbi feels when he's guessing?
Unknowingly I clenched my hands and then I slapped them on my thighs again when again the voice of the operator I heard.
The number you are calling is not active, please try again letter.
Ah... Shit man!!! Where are you Bi? Don't you remember your daughter?
This time I tried to contact Riska. While waiting for a missed call, a pair of netraku scanned Lala's body which looked happy when she saw me here. He ran with his ripple, I know very well he must have wished for his mother to be here as well.
I waved my hand smilingly in response to Lala.
I saw Gesya directly approaching Lala shamelessly. He wanted to replace Arimbi.
If it wasn't for her lala's aunt, I might have allowed her to see my daughter.
I also know very well that he wants me, but I'm not in touch with Hana's family.
The pain that Hana inflicted on my heart, as if it was able to close the door of my forgiveness for them.
"Father" cried Lala with her hands in the arms of Gesya.
"Greet me first, son"
"Oh yeah, Lala forgot" Lala smiled wryly. "Assalamu'alaikum, well" my daughter reached out and kissed the back of my hand.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. No, dad's on the phone"
"Yes" Lala seemed to circulate a glance, I'm sure she was looking for the whereabouts of her mother.
"Assalamu'alaikum" A woman said a greeting from behind a phone call.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, mbak Riska's. I'm Bima Arimbi's husband"
"Yes, I'm Bima"
"Look, Arimbi hasn't picked Lala up yet, what Riska knows, maybe there's overtime in the office"
"Sorry, I've been home since last afternoon, so I don't know. Have you called Arimbi's number?"
"It's been, but it's not active" I'm a little worried actually.
"Try me later to ask Mr. Raska, who knows he and Arimbi overtime in the office"
"All right, I'm looking forward to the news as soon as possible"
"Yes mas"
"Thank you, Riska.. Assalamu'alaikum"
"Girishal"
"Where's mama, dad? He said mommy and dad picked Lala up together? How come there's no mother?"
Just as I closed the phone call, I was in droves with a series of questions by Lala.
"Mother still has business, son"
"Aren't you going to pick Lala up?" A disappointed look on his face.
"Because you're still busy, baby. Lala ngertiin mother yes, right from yesterday-yesterday the mother who picked up, now it's okay if the father who picked Lala"
"Yes already" said Lala not spirit.
"I'm taking you home, okay?"
"No need"
My gaze turned back to Lala, then grabbed her wrist.
"We wait for the mother for a moment, yes" I said, directly nodding her head.
"Where is Arimbi?"
"Still in the office"
"Related, mas?" Gesya knitted her brows as if she could not believe "No longer the same doctor? I mean I see them a lot at the office like this. The pasta at the restaurant is also exactly at this hour"
"You just go home" I'm really sick of what he said.
"If I don't want to take you home, let Lala come home with me"
"Go tell me!" Slow but full of emphasis. I hope Gesya understands that Anger, disappointment and anxiety are taking hold of me right now.
"But La_"
"She's my daughter, she's my real mother, I just don't give her rights let alone you" I cut off her sentence.
He seemed stammered, perhaps not expecting my words just now.
Without saying anything, that shameless woman left me and Lala.
"We're waiting here, Dad?" ask Lala.
"We're waiting for a cab, La. I think my mother's home"
"Dad, don't bring a car?"
"No, I'm from work straight to Lala's school"
"So you haven't come home yet?"
"Not yet" I was forced to smile, hiding a worried look from my face.
Actually I was waiting for Arimbi, only I didn't dare to tell my daughter the truth.
Grunting softly, my anxiety increased as I read a message from Arimbi's co-worker.
Riska: "Pak Raska said, Arimbi has been home since half-four, mas. He said he'd take Lala to school"
Whahuh? Arimbi said he wanted to get Lala?
But why haven't we arrived yet? Where's she?
I deliberately spread my eyes out in all directions.
There's no Arimbi here.
I rubbed my face in a huff, trying to wait for a few more minutes.
It's possible that Arimbi was stuck in traffic, or stopped by the supermarket to buy something.
Yes, it's true that I have to be positive thinking, I'm not Lala's parent who always prejudices others.
However, after almost five o'clock in the afternoon, Arimbi did not come, the phone is still not active.
Breathing out in frustration, I let it out slowly. There was no other choice, I had to bring Lala home, she must be tired, sorry if I had to wait any longer.
"When's the cab coming, Dad?"
"Beauty soon, baby"
"Why Long-long? Lala pep fast until home, Lala already miss the mother, want to mess with the mother"
Yes Rabb, how is this?
What if Arimbi hasn't arrived home yet?
What should I tell Lala?
Seriate.