MUST BE A DEPOSIT
TMS EPS 62: HOUSEHOLD OR FUNERAL HOME?

Five years have passed.

Since the birth of the baby boy she named Gokhan Destara. Since then Syma has been determined to keep fighting for her children. From then on, she never wished again about her husband Ersad.

Although difficult, but slowly he began to accept his condition. Trying to forget all the bitterness he's ever been through. By opening a new page with her two children and also Ceyda and Mina.

They had their day as usual. Their small shop had also turned out to be quite large. They also have loyal customers who every day order hundreds of Simits. Of course it makes Syma forced to hire some workers to help him.

Just like Syma, Aina had also slowly forgotten Hariz who also never returned. Aina did not hope, but also did not hate the man. There was no reason for him to hate this man.

Aina also grows up to be a beautiful girl who also works at Syma's shop. As a trust officer of Syma.

"Aina, has Miss Efsane taken her order yet?"

"So Brother. The stock in the store also stayed a little longer. Do I have to get our staff to make another simit?"

"no need. We closed early today. Brother must be ready. Let them rest."

"alright... "

Syma immediately prepared for the orphanage. Which now appears safe from those who threaten to displace the place. Syma herself was astonished, they had suddenly not come again since that day.

But anyway, at least he was grateful for the orphanage, where he grew up not being evicted.

When she reached the home, Syma was surprised by Mia's presence there. Who was chatting with the kids.

"Mia?"

"Oh Hi Syma. How are you?" Mia immediately got up when she realized Syma's presence.

"Alhamdulillah I am good. How are you?"

"I...

Oh haii Gokhan's... You're so funny! Your son is so cute and adorable Syma." Mia tries to divert Syma's questions by focusing her attention on Gokhan.

"Honey his face looks so much like that guy!" Syma glared as she said it.

"That guy? You mean Ersad?

Of course it looks like him, because Gokhan is his son."

Syma did not respond to Mia's remarks. Gokhan Sangan's face is similar to Ersad's. But he kept saying that Gokhan was only his son.

"What brought you here, Mia?"

"none. Just an escape, rather than stressing out at home, I'd rather be here."

Syma slightly chuckled at Mia's words. Ever since Syma gave birth to Gokhan, Revan has been getting closer to her. And Syma was convinced that's why they fought so often.

"I'm sorry if the cause of your quarrel is me." Syma said sincerely.

"Why are you the one who's sorry. You've done the right thing. It's just that my husband is shameless and stubborn. It seems like her head has to be slightly banged in order to be a little sane," Mia said.

"Well, this time I agree with you. Your husband's head seems to be in trouble."

"Em Syma's. Don't you intend to find a companion again? I mean, look at your son... Don't you think that he needs a father figure!"

Syma snorted at Mia's statement. His face looked cold and empty.

"I never thought of anything like that again. Not because I was faithfully waiting for my husband to return. It's just that I'm too tired to love and then end up hurting again.

I'm tired of being disappointed.

Since my husband chose to leave us. At that time I did not believe in love anymore. To me the love of another man is just bullshit.

All I know is that my love is only for my children. My family and my life." Syma looked straight ahead. But Mia knew that the woman's mind was flying somewhere.

"I understand how you feel Syma. We both have a feeling of emptiness in loving. You are grateful to still have children as an encouragement for your life. While me?

If dying wasn't a big sin, I would've done it a long time ago."

"It's not just a big sin that you'll bear if you try to kill yourself. But the terrible-sounding pain of death will you feel."

"What after death will there be happiness?"

"Let's know, I don't intend to die anytime soon. Pity my children if I leave them too.

Hey, why is our conversation so sad like this?"

"Haha... Because we are pathetic. I even had a chance to think, what kind of household is a funeral home? Why does it always make us sad... " Mia said while laughing.

Syma herself laughed at hearing that.

*****

Syma stopped her activities that were changing little Gokhan's clothes. Not because interested in Zea's words, but Syma was too fed up, hearing Zea's words about her Papa.

"Enough Ze. How many times have you said it wasn't Papa. If he's your father, why didn't he show up!"

"Then where's Papa? Why didn't he come back?"

Syma sighed. I don't know what other reason he had to make for Zea to stop asking about Ersad.

"Did Ze already do pr?" Syma tried to divert the conversation.

Zea nodded in response.

"Do pr Ze now. Let's play soon. Mommy wants to see the tavern for a minute."

Zea notices Syma's departure. His eyes stared innocently while a shadow about the figure of the man he saw earlier still flashed through his memory. Zea was very confident that it was Ersad.

'If Papa is back. Why didn't Papa find Ze... Ze has missed. Papa must go home, so that Mother can smile again, ' muttered Zea with her gloomy face.

*****

"What's up Aina? Why do you look so riled up."

"Lookin Brother. There's someone buying all Simit. He paid for everything too. But he wants the goods delivered by the owner of this tavern himself."

"Who?"

"Eitherway. He gave me this address... " Aina gave Syma a card.

"alright. Brother will be there."

"Gokhan doesn't need to be invited. Let me take care of him."

"Alright, Brother go first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Syma immediately left by ordering a taxi to bring all the simits to the address listed there. It was quite far from the Ceyda residence. Syma herself was not very familiar with the road there because she very rarely passed.

The place seems to be devoted to the rich.

How not.

From the surroundings alone it looks so beautiful. The house there is so big as a palace. Syma until not sure, that she will deliver the simit there.

"We have arrived Madam," said the driver disperse Syma's admiration.

"Is this really the place?"

"According to the address listed there. This is where Madam is."

Syma immediately went down and brought her things. In front of the gate was seen a guard who was ready to receive guests.

"Sorry Sir. I'd like to deliver your Master's order. Do I just put it here?"

"No Madam. Just bring it in and see for yourself my Master inside. Let me take you.."

Syma nodded and followed the guard from behind. While admiring such a big and luxurious house. Even to go upstairs, they had to use a special elevator.

"Here is Madam" said the guard pointing to a room in front of them.

"Why don't you just give. Why bother like this. I have a little kid I left home."

"Sorry Madam, but Sir just wants you to deliver inside. Just open the door, no more knocking." The guard immediately left the confused Syma there.

'Jesus, I want to deliver the order. Why is it like you want to see the director! This is overkill, "Rutuk Syma regretfully.

He has no other choice. He just had to open the door and enter.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.... "

Syma was slightly glued to see the back of someone wrapped in a suit. Even from his body shape seems not so foreign to him. But Syma tried to dispel that thought.

The shock becomes more, when the person turns around and faces him.

Just contact all the goods that Syma was holding, falling pitifully on the floor. Syma was so shocked that her tongue felt faint to speak. His body stiffened with a painful feeling that came back.

Syma couldn't stand being there for too long. He immediately turned around to escape. But his steps stopped because the man prevented him.

"Wait Syma.... "

TB