Mother is Not a Night Woman
See, How Dismissive You Thought!

Bima sculpted, so did Surya. Sometimes they just give each other the lyrics while giving the code. Aunt Arum looked panicked. It is not easy if someone named Mr. Gunawan is already angry. He can destroy anyone without mercy.

"So this is how you've been doing all this time" he said furiously. The hero lowered his head, embarrassed to raise his head in front of his father. "you asked my permission to marry Via just to treat him like this?" Father's face echoed in every corner of the room.

The hero is still silent. The sea of guilt seemed to drown him. Regret is eating away at his soul.

With his head still lowered, the Hero said, "I'm sorry, Dad ... I misjudged Via. I thought she was just a woman ...."

"Enough!"

THE PLAQUE! THE PLAQUE!

Not yet had Wira finished her sentence, two loud slaps landed again on her face, right and left. Dad was getting angry at hearing the words of his only child.

"Look how shallow your thinking is! You only see it from one side and already feel like you can judge it as a whole, right?" ask dad. Both of his hands were already clenching furiously. "Stupid!!" his screams re-echoed.

For a few moments, silence was created in the room. No one dared to deny or just try to quell Mr. Gunawan's anger. Those who were there were only spectators.

"Do you know what Via did all that for? Have you thought about the reason? No, right?" The middle-aged man was several times seen sighing deeply, trying to dampen the emotions that seemed to burn him. He looked back at Wira. However, his gaze this time had turned heartbroken, while recalling Via's sacrifice for a child that wasn't even his own flesh blood. "Via did it for Lyla. She easily sacrificed so much for a child she didn't even have a blood relationship with, and look what she got from you. You have no heart, girl! You were so heartened to leave them in an unworthy room! Even to buy milk Via had to sell his cell phone."

Tears that have been held since Wira began to fall. Every word the father spoke was like an incision. "I'm guilty, Dad! Please tell me where Via and Lyla are."

"For what? You just realized your mistake?! You've gone too far, Wira! I won't let you hurt them again."

The new father would throw another slap, but a voice coming from a room stopped him, so his raised hand hung up.

"Don't, Mum! Enough's enough! To-long don't!" said a middle-aged woman. His voice was disjointed, yet so clearly heard. His face was wet with tears. The woman stood in the doorway with the rest of the energy she had.

Aunt Arum and Mr. Gunawan immediately approached, and brought the woman back into the room. While Wira is still so surprised at once happy. Seeing the mother who had been just sitting in a wheelchair with a blank look, now can stand and talk even though still stammering. He soon followed to the room.

The hero kneels before his mother, who is now sitting on the lip of the bed. The woman still looked weak, but her face was not as pale as usual.

"Mother ..." Call the Hero. He still did not believe in his own eyes. Like a dream, the mother began to recover after four years in pain.

"Wi-raa ..." His hands were outstretched, rubbing the top of his son's head. A smile was there. "Wira, Via ..."

Hearing his mother mention the name Via made the tears Wira again broke. He rested his head on the lap of the woman who had given birth to him. "I've made a terrible mistake, Mom! Via won't forgive me."

Mr. Gunawan chose to enter the study. As usual, Surya will always be tailing behind him. While Bima who waited since then finally chose to go home.

Inside the workspace, Surya approached his master who was now sitting on a chair. Not long after, Aunt Arum came in with water. Surya grabbed the glass and gave it to the middle-aged man.

Mr. Gunawan is still with the rest of the anger clearly visible on his face. He loosened the tie wrapped around the collar of his shirt, sighing several times.

"Sir, are you going to hide the whereabouts of Via and his son from Den Wira?" ask Aunt Arum.

"I have no right to separate a husband and wife. But as a father, I can't let my son treat his wife badly. The spirit has gone too far."

*****

In a room in the hospital ...

Via was telling Lyla about the story of the Prophets. As usual, before going to bed Via always told various stories to his little daughter. And that night, he told the story of the Prophet Joseph. Lyla always listened well to every story that her mother told her, although sometimes she did not fully understand.

After telling the story, Via makes milk, then tries to put Lyla to sleep. However, Lyla did not fall asleep either. The little girl seemed to be thinking about something.

"Mother, opa says, Lyla will be able to come back to the opa house. In the opa house there are kamal which there are many dolls. Lyla's going to the opa, Mommy!" Lyla tugged at the end of her mother's clothes.

"Opa said that?" ask her with a frown on her eyebrows. Lyla nodded slowly, the little girl really hoped that she would have a room like a doll palace.

"Lyla wants to go home to opa ajah, Mother. Lyla won't go to Om Wila's house anymore. Om Willa is evil with Mother."

Via rubbed the head of his beloved girl. A shady smile never escaped his face, even though there was a gaping wound in the heart. Almost two days in the hospital, but Wira seemed to not care about them. However, he did not want to fill his mind with negative things. Via remained firm in his belief that the ridha of a husband is heaven for the wife, and the anger of the husband is the Murkanya Allah. In spite of all the bad treatment of Wira all this time. Remembering all that made the tears Via again broke. However, he hides it so that little Lyla does not see.

"Om heroes aren't evil, dear."

"Om Wila is evil, Mother. Lyla's scared of Om Wila." Both of Lyla's eyeballs were back in tears, given how rough Wira was pushing her mother to the floor. She immediately hugged the little girl. He understands a child's heart is so clean and innocent, they will be traumatized when they see the violence around them.

Poor son. He is still so small but has to be traumatized by things happening around him. Forgive me, Son ... Only a life like this can be given to you.

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