Mother is Not a Night Woman
You're Making a Fatal Mistake

The woman entered a room where her father was. His steps were hesitant when he realized the father's gaze was still unfriendly. He slowly approached, with his head still down. Wira chose to sit in a chair, facing the father, then glanced at Surya, as if to give a sign that he wanted to talk with the father four eyes.

Surya immediately came out of the room after getting a nod from his master. The tall man closed the door of the room, so that Wira could freely talk to his father.

With a flat face, father looked at Wira who was now in a position close enough to him. He took a long breath after. His disappointment with Wira made the middle-aged man feel reluctant to just be modest with the child he grew up with lovingly. However, he was a father who did not want his son to sin more.

"Over the last few years, I have been silent. I let you do whatever you want. You rarely come home, often drunk. I can still understand your situation. You're hurt by Shera's betrayal. I can understand that, son!"

"Dad, I ..." The speech of the Hero was restrained, he realized all his mistakes during this time.

"But the Via is very different from the Shera. You can't think all women are the same. I've never met a girl as good as Via before. That's why I'm so happy when you say you want to marry him." The middle-aged man then recalled the first time he met Via at a hotel. A very young girl in slightly exposed and torn clothes in some parts. "The first time he met her, he was on the run from someone who would pay for her services. He's very scared. I helped him escape the people who were chasing him. That night he told me everything. About the reason for entering that black world. I thought he was lying to draw my sympathy. I finally investigated it myself. I finally know how the girl is."

No words were spoken from the lips of the hero. Guilt drowned him. If time can be turned back, he will try to correct his mistake. But, baby, everything happened. Now only regret holds him. The hero dared to look at his father. "I'm sorry, Dad. I've wrongly accused Via. I'm gonna fix my mistake."

"Repairing errors?" His gaze again sharpened, as if explaining how angry he was. "how are you going to fix it? Your mistake is fatal, Wira. You traumatized a child as young as Lyla. He even looks scared just by saying your name." The hero returned silent, with teary eyes. "Where have you been these two days? You left your wife with no news at all."

The hero ventured to raise his head, looking at his father. "I'm going to Bali, Dad. Bima managed to find Shera."

The look on Mr. Gunawan's face that had been growling had changed. He was surprised, curious at the same time. "So you've met Shera?" his question was accompanied by a nod of the head by Wira. "and your son? Found her?"

The hero is back down. This time her tears were not stopped. Several times, he tried to hold it. "He could throw away my son and leave him alone."

Hearing Wira's words made the middle-aged man close his eyes. He rested his back on the chair. The sadness was evident from the look on his face. Recalling for the past four years looking for his grandson everywhere, but Shera disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

"I went to the place Shera had told me about earlier this morning. The place left my son. Until someone finally told me that my son was taken to an orphanage by someone." It was as if Wira could no longer finish her words.

"Then how? Did you find any information about your son?"

Withstanding her sobs, Wira said, "Lyla ... He was my son that Shera banished. Lyla's my son, Dad! Lydia ..."

Mr. Gunawan. No more words could be spoken from his lips. Even his two eyes had been filled with clear liquid. Lyla's shadow sprung up in her mind. The first time looking at Lyla's face reminded her of Wira. And it is true, that little Lyla who is now struggling with her pain is her own flesh and blood. "Lyla ..." he muttered. He looked more and more at his son. "You're saying Lyla's your son?"

For a few minutes, the room was quiet. Both the hero and the father were still silent. They were both soluble in thoughts about Lyla and Via.

"I have committed a great sin by hurting someone who has been willing to sacrifice anything for the sake of my son. Via, unconditionally he loves my son. Dad, please tell me where they are." Once again the hero pleaded with his father.

"Wira, I really don't know if I should be happy or sad. Because of your indifference, you don't even know what's going on with them."

"I'm sorry, Dad," said Wira. Only that word can be said.

"Create at the foot of Via!!" He raised his voice. Anger and sadness mixed into one. "he whom you treat badly is someone who has been taking care of your child. He loves your son more than anything." My voice echoed in the room. I wanted to throw a slap back in his son's face. However, it is not useful. It's all been happening.

Now, there are only deepening regrets.

*****

The time had already shown at ten o'clock in the evening, when Wira was accompanied by her father and Surya arrived at the hospital. He walked at a fast pace. It was already very impatient to apologize to Via and hug his little daughter. He did not even care about the hospital security guard standing guard in front of the hospital gate. The clock had run out, so they were forbidden to enter.

Luckily, Wira is best friends with Doctor Willy, who is the head of the hospital where Lyla is being treated. It was not difficult for him to get permission.

They speed up the steps, heading for an elevator that will take them to the fifth floor, where Lyla is now being treated.

When he arrived at the door of Lyla's treatment room, along with Via who was just about to enter the room with a glass of milk in his hand. The long-haired woman turned her head when she realized the presence of someone. A clear liquid flowed on his face, when he saw the Hero who was standing not far from him. Wira's arrival surprised him, because two days Lyla in the hospital, no news from Wira.

The spirit is still frozen. He stared at Via from the tip of the foot to the end of the hair. His eyes are moist with dark eye bags and look clearly tired. His face was pale because the last two days never sleep because it keeps Lyla who sometimes woke up at night.

The guilt of the hero is getting bigger. Slowly he stepped his feet closer, until right facing the woman who became his wife. His hand outstretched rubbed the face of Via who had been soaked by tears.

Without a word, Wira pulled Via into her arms.