The Incomplete Love
Love Father

“Assalamualaykum Mas Dicky, this is Warto, remember mboten? I work in the material store Mr. Mardi deceased.”

“Waalaykumussalam, Mr. Marto, yes I remember, I used to like to help at home too, right?”

“Njih, Mas.”

“Wonten? How do you know my phone number?”

“I accidentally saw the news Mas looking for a missing child and then asked into the studio. Fate, Mas just replied now. Nyuwun sewu there's something urgent. Do you know that the material store is now owned by Miss Eliza? Ms. Eliza's husband ran away with the store money. We have not been paid for months.”

“Loh, but the store, right, the way continues, should Eliza still be able to pay employees, dong.”

“That's why, since held by Bu Eliza, the store has not been like before. His stepmother Mas did not sell quality materials so many komplenan. Subscription on moving to the store next to.”

“Astaghfirullah,” said Dicky regretting because the store was built with sweat and sacrifice of both parents. He remembers helping his father in the material store.

“Just since we were handed over to Ms. Eliza, we have not been noticed. Salaries are often late, boro-boro inpatient, outpatient care is not replaced. Much different from the time managed Mr. Mardi.”

“Then how now?”

“We reported Ms. Eliza to the police station, but she knew people in the police department so we were just told to be peaceful and be patient. He even said he did not have money because all were taken away Mr. Daru. While we saw Mrs Eliza and Non Karenina last week just returned from Hong Kong abis shopping. Though we've been living months out of debt.”

Warto continued, “We stayed in this store because we were loyal to Mr. Mardi. We all owe a lot to him. Thanks to Mr. Mardi's help, my children were able to get to college. But now we want to stop, our salary is still in Bu Eliza.”

“I'm also confused about what to do, Sir,” replied Dicky confused. Ever since he and his brother left home, they no longer knew about the development of the material store.

“I beg Mas Dicky to help us.”

“At this time I have not thought how to do, let me think.”

“Thank you, Mas. Maybe Mr. Mardi almost never talked to Mas Dicky and Mbak Aisyah since Ms. Mariam died. But he is very proud of Mas Dicky and Mbak Aisyah. Every meeting with colleagues, Mr. Mardi always tells about Mas Dicky, Ma'am Aisyah is also his grandchildren.”

“Mr? Do you know the children of the late Mbak Aisyah?”

“Deceased? Ma'am Aisya is dead, is he? Innalillaahi wa innailaayhi rooji’un. I'm sorry, Mas. We are here no one knows.”

“Old time, Sir, Ma'am Aisya bus accident. Sir, you know Ma'am Aisya has children?”

“Tau, Mass. Before the store was taken over by Bu Eliza, her office had many photos of Mas Dicky and Mba Aisya with family.”

Dicky.

“Bapak though never found us.”

“Father likes diem-diem, Mas. If you come home from Semarang must be very excited to show photos of Non Latifah and Non Fatimah. She said she was beautiful like a late-humah Bu Mariam and Mbak Aisyah.”

Dicky took a long breath.

“Yes already, Mas, can help you please. Ms. Eliza is nduableg rich wall,” said Warto ended the conversation.

“In the Lord, let me think. Who is patient sir.”

***

The problem of the material store was buried in Dicky's mind because of his patients. He became one of the most reliable oncology surgeons at his age. He helped many cancer patients from the early to advanced stages.

Dicky treated his patients like he used to take care of his mother. The promise he once made in front of Mother was to become a doctor and help many people.

After work, Dicky is greeted by Hanna and her children and nieces. The man was grateful Hanna never once made the slightest distinction between her children and her nieces.

Latifah and Fatimah also often spoiled with Hanna. Sometimes they exchange ideas about how to behave toward the opposite sex.

Hanna who once stumbled, fell, and fell down to give advice according to you in Islam. Most importantly he reminded that happiness on top of that wound will never be eternal.

“Assalamualaykum, Mas,” greet Hanna while holding Rafathar and Malika hanging on one leg. Hanna was inside the house so she did not wear a veil and her hair was free to unravel.

Dicky does not understand how Hanna can still look charming in the midst of the low boisterous Malika and Rafathar who are always excited to ask for attention.

“Waalaykumussalam, My dear, my Beautiful,” Dicky replied while giving his hand to be kissed by Hanna, Malika, and her nephews.

“Papa lebay,” chirps Malika who after kissing Dicky's hand directly ask for a sling. That's how Malika, the Son of Papa, who was immediately a henchman in Dicky's arms.

Dicky kissed Malika. The smell of telon oil mixed with baby powder out gently. Rafathar does not want to lose, the six-month-old baby flailing around Dicky's neck while Malika is possessive not to share papa pet.

The situation is horrendous but awaited by Hanna and Dicky every day. It usually ends with Rafathar sulking. To divert, the baby is instantly breastfed by Hanna making Dicky a manyun in the corner.

He pointed towards Hanna's chest if no one saw.

“Later tonight, both rations I,” her lips moved without a sound. Hanna just shook her head at her husband's behavior.

Latifah and Fatimah invite Malika to play in the back garden so Dicky can clean up and prepare for prayer.

After that they will usually pray together. Hanna goes to prayer and puts Rafathar in the baby bouncer. From an early age he used Rafathar so that the baby was accustomed and did not cry if left by his parents to establish the obligation of prayer.

Malika also though still not patterned but always eager and want to be in the front row with her father. Hanna gave the understanding that women should be behind men during congregational prayer. Sometimes successful, but more often Malika even in front of her father pretending to be a priest.

After dinner, Hanna feeds Rafathar until the baby falls asleep. If Latifah and Fatimah were at home, then Malika chose to sleep with them. The request that makes Dicky excited because now Malika has a new habit. Waking up in the early hours of the morning asks to move to a big bed and sleep hugging Hanna.

Dicky can't sleep without hugging his wife. Hanna's curves and body scent alone have become opium, let alone twin assets and lips. Hanna would no longer have the right there if Dicky had been in bed with her.

After Rafathar goes to bed, Hanna goes out to clean up the house and joins Dicky on the terrace, reading the surgery cases the next day from the tablet.

“Honey, I forgot to keep wanting to tell something,” he said as he closed the tablet. The story of Eliza's cruelty flows smoothly from Dicky's mouth.

“So they asked for help Mas?”

Dicky nodded.

“Be careful, Mas. Eliza is a sneaky snake. If one step can turn to us.”

“You want to nemenin me nengokin Toko Material?”

“By aja, Rafathar can I deposit to Bu Lastri, later I pump milk first to make stock.”

Dicky's eyes immediately sparkled brilliantly.

“I have a pompai’in, yuk ..”

***

“Honey, that's what the Blessing Materials Store belongs to my Father and Mother. Next door, the Light Source material store has Babah Liong.” Dicky pointed to two material stores located in his hometown.

“The Liong Spider was really the same Father, because he was the only seller of material here. Therefore as good as udel aja taro price. After you become a competitor, he immediately dropped the price. People will know dong if he has been selling it expensive,” Dicky said while chuckling.

Hanna nodded then observed the two shops. The Light Source was filled with customers while the Blessing Shop was quiet until the many workers hanging out outside looked at the Light Source enviously.

“My father is a suble man. Easy laughing, baffles. In my family, I am a quiet mother. Gradually, Babah Liong finally became the same father. He was angry with you when he decided to marry Eliza,” added Dicky while fondly remembering the past.

“Your plan is to meet Babah Liong to ask questions about the conditions of the Blessing Store?”

“I don't even know if Babah Lion is alive or not. I used to know Ko Jeffri and Ci Liliana. Moga-your shop is not yet sold.”

“Yuk, we're there, mumpung employees of the Blessing Store already on login.”

Dicky and Hanna walk in the densely packed Light Source Shop.

“Dicky, lu, Dicky's son Mardi?” Excited an old man sitting in a high chair watching the shop as soon as they stepped in.

“Oom Liong! Yes I'm Dicky,” as he waved his hand. Babah Liong nimbly got down from the high chair.

“Waduh, are you a news person? Who is bini?” Ask while patting Dicky on the shoulder. Hanna clenched her hands to her chest and was replied by Babah Liong.

“I Hanna his wife Dicky, Oom,” says Hanna.

“Your wife isn't crazy like her young wife Mardi right? I told you, women like that don't be bullied. Mr. lu aja bego,” Babah Liong whispered with a serious expression. His eyes glanced suspiciously at Hanna. Behind the veil Hanna smiled, although suspected but she felt the sincerity of Babah Liong to Dicky.

“Wah this top got, singada opponent,” kekeh Dicky while embracing his wife's shoulder. For a second Babah Liong was still looking suspiciously at Hanna then smiling kindly hiding his narrowed eyes.

“Lu this guard pounded me. I am so happy that he lives with his mother. Eh that I'm hearing your brother is dead?”

“Bener, Ms. Aisya one of the victims of a bus accident when the village where she lived again sightseeing.”

“Gue is sad. In the past, I wanted to mate your brother with Jeffri so that actually dikit it man. Eh he's got a fierce bini now. You hear a voice coming in the back? Well that's Bini Si Jeffri. Rasain told to keep working ..” Babah Liong chuckles at the fate of his son.

“Liong, where are you. Basic old man does not use instead of shopwagon instead chat-ngobr ... loh lu Dicky his son the Mardi?”

“Yes Aunt Wen Wen, what's new?”

“Yes very handsome! Well I used to see you little naked-naked abis bathing at times. I tell you, this little boy is hard to actually use clothes. Si Iyam his mother had to train around the store.”

Dicky smiled wryly while scratching his non-itchy head. While Hanna painstakingly held back the laughter.

Wen Wen looked towards Hanna. “Bini you, right? Dicky is merit. City chat in Liong office aja in dalem pake AC.”

The eyebrows of the Chinese-blooded woman who still looked beautiful at her age wrinkled so that she saw Babah Liong following them.

“Sapa tell you to come. Work with the shop! Yuk Dicky, Dicky's wife, enter yuk. Nice talking in dalem. Aunty take in air.”

While Babah Liong murmured and went back up the throne to watch over the shop.

“Nih use aja ye bottle. I am males washing glass. Dicky's bin what's his name?”

“I Hanna, Aunt.”

“Gue seneng lu dapet chick baek-baek. Take care of her husband. When he was a teenager, his body was strong, it was what he loved, not just school children, aunts also glanced. If he used to take care of the store, immediately who bought the mothers deh. Do not know what cement buy sack just to see him aja,” said Wen Wen who voluntarily revealed the story of Dicky's childhood.

Hanna smiled while Dicky immediately grabbed Hanna's hand and placed it on her thigh.

“Duile, true love,” chirps Wen Wen who did not escape watching Dicky's movements.

“Eh it's your store people why. I heard that employees are not paid the same as Si Eliza?”

“That's Aunt, I heard so from Mr. Warto.”

“Crazy tu Eliza emang. Mr. Lu's money is spent on blanja-blenji with his son. Then who is Eliza's husband, Si Daru-Daru, she said helped the store money. Again goofy, money is not paid even taro in the vault.” Wen Wen vehemently recounted her immunity towards Eliza.

“Then, I was the same Liong was very sprained right Mr. you open the store next door. But Mr. lu baek. He comes here, talks often. I'm the same Liong learned a lot, especially to trade honestly. Our abyss is cemented. You know he's really nyesel already sleeping Eliza it.”

Dicky smiled wryly, to him honestly and regretfully not being in his father's dictionary.

“Tante, about the store next door any more news? I need to know the condition of outsiders before determining what to help in what way.”

“People, when your father was sick, Eliza was so hold the store. He took it at the nut supplier. Yeah, it's like ceramic paint that he takes good brands, but other bad ones. Like cement he took even the oplosan is not clear so it continues to be wrapped cool. Cheap price. Many contractors buy, which there is silence because the stir so ugly.”

Wen Wen shook his head. “Gue is cool because your subscription moved to this store. Only I see how you and Mom used to slam bones wake up and big’in shop next door because Eliza chubby it all so destroyed.”

Dicky pondered, he recalled often joining his father's truck delivering cement sacks because they could not bring a driver.

“So really yes, Aunt, any problem store.”

“You don't have a problem, who's got no sane! I tell you, yes, you have to take the store next door if you do not want to go bankrupt and your parents' efforts are in vain.”

“While I was horrified, Eliza still had a lot of money ..” Dicky did not have time to continue when Wen Wen kicked the table.

“T*i cat! That's not his money! Eliza is sucking money, he said investments. Noh, Jeffri's got hundreds of millions. So Si Susan bininya not love him saggy work to replace money that stuck. The thing is, Eliza's got a deck. I don't know what a police officer or government official is. What is clear is that the people continue to dah.”

“Udah have you reported, Auntie?”

“Not exist ... often already! This employee next door reporting even he fired spelled provocateurs. I'm the same Liong does not have the heart to be accommodated first here temporarily. Now those two guys are the contractors in my subscription. Continuing investment problems, have often also reported, but that is, the case evaporates.”

Dicky rubbed his face thinking about the employees of the Blessing Shop. He saw most of the old face that had been working since he was a child.

“Mas ... later we think together how to help the employees of the store next door.”

“Zhalim is so great Eliza was ..” Dicky said with a growl.

Wen Wen smiled.

“Gue has something for you.” The woman got up and nimbly picked up the cardboard on top of the closet. He pulled out a green envelope. Dicky recognized the envelope as an envelope from his mother's Fabric Shop.

“From Mr. lu. He pesen to love you when you come. I just want to tell you, your love is just the same Mariam, Aisyah, and you, Dicky.”

***