The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Papa

Raihan told me what had happened and was going on. Start telling me about how the attitude and treatment of adoptive families from me small to growing up, about their confessions, necklaces, necklaces, demolition of the tomb to find the people who participated when handling Bu Hanum gave birth to me. Raihan also shared that we had met the men in different circumstances. And one thing that makes Mr. Bagas really shocked is when Raihan told about the death of Hanum's mother who was actually killed instead of dying naturally.

Mr. Bagas was in shock, he was crying hysterically, screaming in self-blame. He considered himself a complete fool who did not sniff at the smell of evil lurking in his family.

Pak Bagas looks very fragile at this time. And this is the first time I've seen him like that. He deeply regretted the stupidity that had befallen his family for decades.

In the midst of me hugging her who kept crying and cursing herself, Raihan invites us to perform Dzuhur prayer congregation. In addition to the obligation also in order to calm our feelings, especially the feelings of Mr. Bagas who is fragile.

We also perform prayer. After the prayer is finished, the shoulders of the bagas seem to vibrate again. I hugged him from behind and asked him to continue to be a guest. In tears she followed my suggestion of saying the sentence istighfar many times until her feelings were a little calm.

"Darling!" call Raihan when I'm cleaning our prayer equipment.

I looked at him.

"You accompany Mr. Bagas so that he does not constantly daydream. I'm gonna go prepare our lunch first."

I turned to the bagas who was sitting quietly on the sofa and noticed Zain who was playing the toy on the floor and nodded in agreement to his request.

I looked at Raihan's back who had been away from me. She is a very understanding husband. Not only understanding of me but understanding of his future father-in-law.

I approached Mr. Bagas after storing the worship equipment first. Then sat down beside him and ventured to lean one side of my cheek on his shoulder.

I know Mr. Bagas smiled looking at my spoiled attitude, the attitude I once did to my foster father when I was a child. Mr. Bagas kissed the tip of my head and one of his hands was around my waist, he hugged me.

"Emm." I was confused what to call him. Mr. Bagas, father, papa or father. It feels awkward.

"Call me papa, baby." He suddenly said that as if he understood my confusion.

A smile also developed on my lips. How thankful I am that God still gives me the chance to meet my biological parents even though I am only a father. And I hope God puts mom on the best side because I believe mama is a wife and a very good mama.

Repeatedly mama appeared in my dreams as if giving a hint of my ignorance during this time and repeatedly jin qorin appeared like a mama in front of me even several times had helped me when danger lurked my. Maybe that's how he showed me and proved that he loves me in nature. I don't know if I don't understand the matter of mama's creatures and maybe I should ask a kyai later.

"I'm sorry, dear, I'm sorry for your late stupidity knowing all this. If you only knew that you were alive, you would always look after you and take care of you until you grow up and you would not waste the opportunity to pay attention to your growth and development."

"If it were not like this there would be no bitter sweet story in the story of our family life, pa. And maybe it should be the way it is. God found us when Nuri was growing up and papa was aging. In the rest of our age, Nuri hope we don't part anymore huh, pa."

"Yes, yes, baby. Papa promised us we'd never be apart again but death does. But I hope God gives me a long life so I can feel and see the development of your life, grandchildren and great-grandchildren."

I smile at hearing it."Amen."

"Ehem." In the middle of me chatting with papa telling me about my life journey, Raihan approached us.

Papa and I looked at him.

I smile and so does my dad.

"Thank you Rai, you are indeed an amazing husband and daughter-in-law candidate."

Raihan smiled at papa's praise." Mr. Bagas could have. I have to be something amazing for my future wife. Bagas sir does not know how my struggle to conquer Nuri's heart? make him believe and trust me? It took hundreds of chapters to contain the story I was chasing after Nuri, Mr. Bagas."

"That means it can be shaped into a romance dong novel if it takes hundreds of chapters?"

"That's fine sir."

Laughter echoed in the room.

"Rai, thank you for loving and accompanying the journey of Nuri and Zain's life when no one loved them and no biological family accompanied their lives. I am so grateful that my son has been loved by a loving and responsible man like you. And I hope that you will never hurt him even a little bit because if that happens you will be dealing with me."

Raihan was smiling broadly." Mr. Bagas take it easy. I told you that chasing after Nuri's love took hundreds of chapters to tell. That is, the struggle of conquering his heart is very difficult. And I will not waste the opportunity he has given me and I will never hurt him even a little sir. If that happens, Mr. Bagas can kill me."

I smiled at Raihan. He never hurt me a little bit. If there is anything that makes us quarrel it is not his fault entirely but I am selfish. I who never want to hear his explanation to cause misunderstanding between us or a conflict that is quite protracted. It is I who always hurt him consciously or unconsciously.

After that, we continued the conversation at the dinner table. Before I eat, I feed Zain first. Raihan chose to wait for me to finish feeding Zain as well as papa, they were the same waiting for me when I told them to eat first without having to wait for me but they did not want to.

"How far have you and your baby been searching for the man who masterminded my family's chaos, Rai?"

Raihan and I looked at each other.

"It is quite difficult sir, Mak Ninih only mentions a woman who has a mole mark over the right lip."

"The head of the fly above the right lip !" papa repeated the sentence.

Raihan nodded." Yes sir, it's hard enough, isn't it? you see, the woman who has the mark must be a lot not just one or two."

I noticed the look on my face that looked like I was thinking.

"Did you ever see that mark on a woman's face?" I deliberately fished it.

And what makes me disappointed is, papa shook his head in the sense that papa never saw him. I stared at papa. How could papa not see that mark on his own wife's face? has the woman been covering her from papa for decades? and so did Raihan, why didn't he even notice?though they often talk at a fairly close distance and why am I the only one who sees it?

It occurred to me to talk about this to papa and Raihan to suspect him but I rethink what if he is not the culprit then the fall of slander.

I don't want them dragged into the valley of the sin of slander. Because it's still ashes and just my guess. Yeah, I think maybe I should find some hard evidence myself and if my guess has been proven I'll tell them.