Ode To Latitude
Forgive Mama

A full day Regata was worried. Mr. Hayon did not answer his phone, Mia's phone he put away did not appear to be signs online. Regata paced around in his room while massaging his head. He just got home from night service. Last night they had a group of brawling patients, and a pregnant woman whose condition had broken. Regata as the responsibility of the IGD guard team that night must be swift to take care of, and control his patients one by one. Not to mention the pile of medical records that must be written and signed.

At 05.00 am the patient began to decrease, to sleep it feels awkward because right at 07.00 later they have to operate with the next guard team. As a result this morning Regata returned home to dr. Vienna, the obgyn specialist along a busy road teases his closeness to dr. Dappers. Regata did not bother, the most important thing is that he could get home safe.

Regata fell asleep and woke up when afternoon arrived. He immediately took his phone. A missed call and two incoming messages from Mr. Hayon. Soon Regata called Mr. Hayon, the answer received successfully made his heart beat fast. Regata wanted to spill his anger on Mr. Hayon, but that was not the most important thing now. Mia's phone showed no signs of being active. Voice message “number you are heading is not active or is out of reach” makes Regata upset

Her parents always had dinner between 6-7, it was better now that she took a bath and cleared her mind, then ate while waiting for Mia to contact her.

Half-seven nights Regata's cell phone rang aloud. Regata who was preparing her service clothes immediately headed to where her phone was, lightning-fast she answered the incoming call from Mia.

“Where are you?” ask Regata, his voice is out of control.

“at home” a low and heavy voice answered his question.

Dead I think Regata.

Momentary silence.

“Mia is at home with mom and papa”

When his breathing is regular. Regata said hello again.

“H-halo” he said stammered, his voice vibrating.

“Halo” Regata says again.

There's no answer.

He checked the status of the call. The call ended a few minutes ago. Regata let her phone lie down just like that, her cries spilled. It feels crowded, very crowded. He no longer thought about Mia's situation, but rather the father-son relationship that had not been established since that day.

Regata tried to throw away the bad memories of the incident, in fact nil. Guilt filled his heart. Her guilt has been growing ever since Mia grew up. Regata used to think everything would be easy. He has money, a diploma, and a job. He and his son can live wherever they want. Without a husband, father and mother they can still live life. The longer the moral burden is borne the heavier it is.

Mia was raised fatherless in an environment that considered a child born without a father a disgrace. Every Mia asks Regata has no definite answer, her confidence is gone somewhere. It was her tears and sadness that managed to make Mia shut up. The little girl no longer asked about her father, and time passed so quickly.

No, not because Mia is not yet the time to hear the truth about her parents, but Regata who is not ready if Mia knows the truth from which Regata must begin to explain it. How to explain wisely to his daughter so as not to arise hatred on one side.

Mia .. Please forgive mom