My wife, Dhia
Good Child ... Why Cry?

"Mala ... Can I just drop the chakra for a second?." asked Dhia.

"Can, dong, Dhia ... Where are you going?." asked Mala, watching Dhia who is tidy.

"You get out for a second. Someone wants to buy."

"Oh, yes ... Chakra's sleeping again." said Dhia again."Later if he cry .. stock ASI already in the refrigerator. Stay warmed."

Mala nodded in understanding.

"I'll go first, yeah."

"Be careful, Dhia!."

The taxi that took Dhia down the city streets was a little quiet. After buying something he needed. Suddenly he remembered Mama Arini. Not to forget, he bought some kind of food for the woman.

"RSJ BinaWangsa, yes, sir" he said.

"Yes, Mommy."

Dhia walks through the corridor where the people in the mental disorder live. There was real anxiety in Dhia's heart. Afraid that the woman would come back screaming in fear and throw him away.

But Dhia kept going. As far as his eyes could see, he saw a woman, sitting in a wheelchair, facing the white Soka flowers, with her back.

Dhia smiled faintly, knowing it was Mama Arini. He stopped his steps for a moment, then stepped back slowly.

"Rayyan ..". "heard the sound of footsteps, Arini immediately turned her head back. Eyes with a slight black circumference, looking at the woman standing in front of him with a disappointed look. Because I thought it was his son, who came.

"Ma .." shouts Dhia quietly, almost inaudible.

"Rayyan, where? how come not to come?." Arini seemed to be wondering to herself. Because when speaking, the woman's voice was very slow, and did not look at Dhia. But Dhia could see, the woman was almost crying.

In that instant, Dhia's eyes were clear misty. Mama Arini felt the same way as him. Loss, in the same name.

"Tante." call Dhia doubtful.

"Who are you?." The woman looked at Dhia with caution.

Dhia gulped nervously. But he had a little fight, because the woman seemed to have forgotten, about the incident when he first met the woman.

I'm Mama's daughter-in-law.

I want Dhia to tell the truth. But that's not what he did. For fear that the woman was screaming again like before. I don't know why. Maybe it seems like Dirga once told the woman, about the reason first, to get married. And until now, the son of a murderer, as if pinned on the figure of his daughter-in-law. Which until now, Arini himself does not know, how his daughter-in-law looks like.

"S-me ... " Dhia again gulped nervously. Then put one white plastic bag on Arini."I sell ... This is for Aunty. I give it free." she said with a smile.

Arini looked at Dhia's face. Seeing Dhia's sincere smile, the woman slowly reached out her hand, grabbing the white plastic bag that Dhia had proffered.

"That's food, Auntie ..."

"Given, yes." Dhia's voice sounded soft.

Arini nodded slowly.

"I bribe, will you??" asked Dhia, slightly raising both eyebrows.

Arini hesitated.

Dhia smile. There was a sense of happiness in the corner of his heart. He crouched down, bent his knees to equalize his position with Mama Arini who was sitting in a wheelchair. A loaf of bread stuffed with meat, he took a little out of the wrapper. Then put it bit by bit into the middle-aged woman's mouth.

"Enak, Auntie?."

Arini nodded as she continued to look at Dhia's face.

Dhia again broke the bread, and put it back in Mama Arini's mouth with a trembling hand. Suddenly the eyeball that had been glazed earlier, dripped on his cheek. Dhia then lowered her head, shrinking her tears.

"Good boy .. Why, cry?."

Mama Arini's voice made Dhia lift her face back up. There was a sense of sadness in her, hearing Arini speak softly to her. Instantly the clear circle fell back.

Dhia gulps.

"Aunty's face reminds me of my in-laws" she said.

Arini silence. But the watchful gaze that he had been throwing since the beginning, at Dhia, had now turned into a calmer highlight. The middle-aged woman looked like a normal woman. Only his appearance seemed unkempt. And sometimes staring blankly.

I don't know what the woman's thinking is. But at this time slowly one hand was raised rubbing Dhia's head. Then down touching the face.

Arini was silent as if she was thinking.

"Can." Arini nodded many times with a smile decorating the corners of her pale lips."Then my son has two now?."

Dhia.

"But ..." suddenly Arini's face turned moody."But where is Rayyan? why not come?."

"A long time ago." continued Arini with a gaze that returned empty.

Dhia closed her lips. Holding back the crying that wanted to break. He hugged the middle-aged woman, crying with restraint."Mama's patient, yeah .. soon, Rayyan's coming."

"Look, Mama." concluded Dhia, unraveling a hug while smiling at Arini. Dhia had to lie. Because honestly, she did not know when, to be able to meet her husband back.

Long enough Dhia met Mama Arini. He finally chooses to go home, when a soul nurse comes to bring Arini in.

But when passing through the corridor back, suddenly a middle-aged man who had once acknowledged him as a child, stopped Dhia's steps, to the point of making her surprised.

"You are my son .. You are my son!."

Dhia walked quickly because of fear. But the man chased after him and managed to stop his steps.

"I'm sorry, I'm not your son!."

"You're my son ... this bross." the man pointed to the bross that was stuck to Dhia's left chest."This Bross .. is mine." said the man confidently.

"You must be my son!."

Dhia. While swallowing in disbelief.

"Sir!." call a soul nurse over to the man.

As if not listening, the man continued to talk to Dhia."You son. Trust me."

Dhia was still unmoved in confusion mixed with fear.

"Sir Kusuma, come with me" said the soul nurse again, making Dhia this time more entrenched with wide-open netra. Heard the name Kusuma.

"Someone wants to meet with the Father." The soul nurse drew Mr. Kusuma's hand slowly.

"Suster!." prevent Dhia.

"Sorry, Ma'am ... Mr. Kusuma is not to be disturbed. He has to meet someone."

Kusuma's.

Bross.

My Papa?

Dhia suddenly became like a dazed person.

Since the trip, even up to Penthouse, Dhia still thinks of the middle-aged man, who thinks of himself as a biological child.

The next day, Dhia intends to come back to see the man. But eventually it fails because the Baby Chakra suddenly has a fever. Until a few days pass, Dhia can only come back.

Today, Dhia seemed to have to accept a disappointed answer. When a mental nurse said that the middle-aged man, he was no longer cared for in this place.

"Is that man really named Kusuma Hadinata?" asked Dhia to confirm.

"Right ... he's Mr. Kusuma Hadinata" said the soul nurse.

Dhia stands. His guess these few days turned out to be wrong. But baby, he's no longer found that guy.

"Sorry, Ma'am .. I'm sorry."

"Suster ... can you please tell me, who is the person who has brought Mr. Kusuma."

"Sorry, Ma'am .. This is privacy. We can't tell him."

"Suster, I beg .. please tell me, I."

"She matters to me, sister!" said Dhia pleading strongly.

The soul nurse looked at Dhia for a moment."Sorry, Ma'am .. We still can't tell you who that person is."