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Meet Sudiro, please,

The sky seems dim even though the time indicator is at eleven noon. Looks like the sun chose to hide its rays behind the gray clouds. The condition of the streets of the capital also seemed relaxed in this shahdu week.

Armed with a business card he found in his son's room, Astuti set out to find the address using an online taxi service. The widow of two children had to make sure firsthand how the figure of Sudiro Hadiwinata, because last night she managed to extract information from Dirga about the characteristics of his boss. Arguing no stranger to the name, Astuti finally bagged information without Dirga's suspicion. The reason, Astuti had lied to his son, if the characteristics mentioned are not like a known person. In fact, it is a feature that refers to her ex-husband.

"Well, is it far away?" astuti asked the man who was focusing on riding the matic motorcycle he was riding.

"A further ten minutes we arrive, Mpok," replied the online motorcycle driver.

There was doubt that slipped into the sweet widow's heart as the distance to Sudiro's residence drew near. She herself was confused as to what to say if the man she was going to meet was really her ex-husband. Astuti is afraid that Sudiro will refuse his presence. The main reason he wanted to see Sudiro was because he wanted Dirga's life to be much better, so that his eldest son could be accepted as a son-in-law by Soraya.

"Mpok, it has arrived according to the address on the business card," said the taxi driver after stopping the speed of his motorbike in front of the fence of a magnificent towering house.

"Abang sure this is his house?" astuti asked after getting off the bike and taking off his helmet.

"Be sure, Mpok!" said the man confidently.

"Eh Bang, then wait here until my business is done huh. Later I add the cost," Astuti pinta to the ojek maker.

"That's it, Mpok then. I'm waiting under that shady tree huh, Mpok." The man pointed at the shady tree that was across the street.

With all the courage gathered within, Astuti stepped closer to the white gate. He observed the grandeur of Sudiro's house for several minutes. It was very much different when Sudiro was still her husband in the past.

"Sorry Mom, here don't accept donations for new people." Suddenly a security guard came to Astuti who was pensive.

"I'm not asking for a donation, Dek," Astuti said, staring at the man younger than him.

"Keep, what are you doing here? Want to sell herbal products, Mom? Sorry our employer does not accept sales in the sale of any products," guess the security guard to make Astuti must withstand his frustration.

"I'm here to meet the owner of this house, Mr. Sudiro Hadiwinata," Astuti said as he stared fixedly at the security guard.

The security guard observed Astuti's appearance from head to toe. He just did not expect if his master had guests like Astuti, because all this time the guests who came to this house were high-class people like Sudiro.

"You must be kidding, Mom! Don't-don't you this is a bad guy in disguise!" accuse the security guard of appointing Astuti.

"Hey don't just accuse me! What do I look like a criminal!" sarkas Astuti while ruffled.

A long debate took place there, until Astuti remembered if he kept Sudiro's business card. Then, he showed the business card to the burly security guard, "this is Mr. Sudiro's business card. So now please tell your employer if I want to meet. Tell Mr. Sudiro if there is a woman named Sri Astuti the son of Haji Soleh and Narwati's mother wants to meet," Astuti said without releasing his eyes from the security guard.

The security guard finally entered the post to call Sudiro and reported if there were any women who wanted to meet. The full name mentioned by Astuti has been conveyed by the security guard.

A few minutes later, the security guard received a phone call from his employer and after that, Astuti was escorted to enter the magnificent residence. The widow of two children sat in the living room while waiting for the arrival of the owner of the house.

"Good day."

Astuti averted his gaze and immediately stood up from his place after hearing the voice of the man behind him. The handsome face that once filled his days had changed after several tens of years of not meeting. The gazes of the two were rubbing against each other with the shadows of the past twisting in memory.

"Truth ...." Sudiro murmured softly without letting go of the sweet face that had once existed in his life.

"It turns out to be true, you're the Sudiro I know." Unknowingly Astuti muttered softly without taking his eyes off Sudiro's face. Even he was unaware that there was a female figure standing beside Sudiro.

"We'd better sit down." The voice of the woman beside Sudiro managed to break the awkwardness felt there.

Astuti shook his head slowly after realizing how he was currently behaving. She felt bad for the woman next to her ex-husband. The widow of the two children was confused as to how to start this conversation.

"I never thought we'd see each other again. I thought you no longer live in Jakarta," Sudiro said without taking his eyes off Astuti.

"Since I was removed from your parents' house, I have stayed in Jakarta, even in far-flung parts of the city from your family" Astuti said in a trembling voice, "ah but just forget about the problems in the past, because my purpose for coming to this place was not to discuss it. I just want to make sure of one thing." Astuti deliberately does not want to discuss the story in the past because it is not pleasing to Sudiro's wife. Then, he took out a business card that had been stored in his wallet.

"Is this really your business card?" ask Astuti while putting the business card on the table in front of Sudiro.

The middle-aged man took the business card and read, "yes, this is my business card. Where'd you get it?" Sudiro frowned because he never gave a business card to anyone.

"I found this business card in my son's room" Astuti replied without daring to look at Sudiro. His hands were clinging to each other because he was nervous.

"What's your son's name?" ask Sudiro.

"Dirga Aditya," Astuti replied briefly.

Of course Sudiro memorized by that name because it is still clearly remembered during his first meeting with Dirga at that time. Sudiro was pensive for a moment when he thought of the key to Astuti's goal of coming to see him, "does that mean he is my son?" ask Sudiro without making small talk again.

"Yes. He is your son. A grandchild your family never wanted. Now he is twenty-six years old" Astuti said firmly.

The widow of two children finally told in detail what had happened since she left her in-laws' house at that time. Astuti tells more about his son than his feelings.

"Now tell me, what should I do after finding out if you're still around? Do I have to cover up this truth forever? Or should I tell Dirga that his father is still around? Honestly, I feel guilty because I've been hiding the truth all along." Astuti issued his complaint.

...🌹To Be Continue 🌹...