The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 001

"Dad, I miss you. Why did you have to leave so soon? My mom and I were lonely every night. Do you miss our togetherness too? Hicks ..."

A 15-year-old girl sits next to the still-wet tomb. A gravestone bearing the name of his father, Adam Mirza. As for the girl, Disha Maharani was her name.

Disha just lost her father forever. He still could not give up Adam's sudden departure. A clear thread that continues to flow from the corner of the eye, he wipe directly with the back of the hand.

"Dad, I'll keep looking for who did it! I'm not willing, if the guilty are free to roam!" Disha said firmly, with sharp eyes.

Then Disha got up, and left his father's grave. His steps were gontai, when he had reached the cemetery gate. He still wanted to tell his father various things. But he also cannot forget his school.

Disha took a deep breath, before finally, he completely left the TPU area. Without Disha noticing, there was a young man who secretly observed him from the beginning he came out of the house, to head to the TPU.

***

The day passed so quickly, that Disha was slowly able to accept the absence of her father. He is preoccupied with additional tutoring activities, and group learning. Occupy third grade junior high school, making him have to be more active in learning, so he can graduate with high grades and become the best in school.

This morning, Disha was picking up her shoes. After breakfast, he prepares to go to school. Later, he searches for the whereabouts of Maryam, his mother, who is still in the kitchen. He wanted to say goodbye to Mary, because it was time to go to study.

"Mother, I'm leaving first!"

Disha took Maryam's hand, to kiss her with reverence. However, Disha sees Maryam as crying. Then, Disha sat down beside Maryam, and gently, Disha rubbed up and down her mother's back. He tried to calm the grieving mother.

His mother was sitting in the kitchen amben, her eyes were puffy and her hands wet. Disha knows, Maryam must have been crying. Because, it was visible from her mother's reddened eyes and nose.

"Mom, why are you crying? Do you miss me, hm?"

Hearing such a question from Disha, Maryam's heart was slashed. It's true, Maryam was missing the late Adam. Before Adam's departure, Maryam was always helped by Adam's cooking. Maryam mixes the seasoning, while Adam cuts the vegetables. Even if you fry a side dish, Maryam mix seasoning, Adam who fry it. Adam said, "Mom, every side dish fry there must be a splash of oil coming out free from the frying pan into your hands and face. Here, let me take the place of mom frying side dishes!"

Mary's eyes again condensed, recalling the memories with Adam. He embraced Disha, pouring out all his heart. Maryam can only share with her daughter, because her eldest child is on the land of the region. For some reason, it has been a few months his eldest son is difficult to contact.

"Nwbt ... I miss your father very much. It's where your father always takes the time to help Mom in the kitchen. Your father still has to work."

Disha, who heard the mother's words, immediately began to shed tears. Adam was very special to his wife and children. Then, Disha stretched out her arms, scooped up Maryam's cheeks, and said that she would try to keep looking for her father's hit-and-run. He told Mary, too, not to always cry.

Although her father's successor is in a far place, Disha must be able to strengthen Maryam. Yes, although Disha herself is sometimes very fragile, but she must be able to strengthen her mother. Disha became increasingly emotionally burned, as Maryam's shoulders shook again. Again, Disha hugged Maryam, and rubbed her mother's back. Disha can feel how lost Maryam will be half her breath, Adam.

"Mother, relax. In a moment, Hamzah must be home. Mas Hamzah can certainly treat our longing for father. Don't cry anymore, Mom! Disha will keep trying, to find out who hit the father and run away from the responsibility. Whether he's a rich man or a high-ranking man, I'm not afraid! Give me your prayers, Mom!"

Maryam withdrew from the embrace, and stared intently at her daughter. Maryam also wanted to know who hit-and-run the day before her husband was declared critical. He took Disha's hand and promised to pray for his sons. Mary wants justice for Adam's death.

"Do'a Mother always accompanies Hamzah and you, Nduk! You're right, we don't need to be afraid that the culprit who hit your father has a high position. Because everything in God's eyes is the same."

Maryam paused her speech, as she improved her sitting position. "Seek science to college later. If necessary, be a lawyer, so you can help people who do not get justice like us. The cost, I'll find it later, and you don't have to think about the cost!

For some reason, the law in our country is still weak, and it is easy to be paid with a few dollars. I feel sorry for our fate, and also for people who don't get justice, like us. Huh ...."

Mary breathed at the end of the sentence. Disha who glanced at the watch on her left hand, immediately said goodbye to Maryam, for fear of being late to school. "Mom, Disha will study hard and hard, so that Mother's hope in me, I can realize. I'll take it, Mom! Assalamualaikum."

Maryam nodded and smiled fully at her daughter. Disha's cheeks gently rubbed. Then Maryam answered the greetings of her daughter, "Waalaikumsalam. Be careful, Nduk!"

Disha immediately rose up with a new spirit, which he got from his mother. With steady steps, he went to his place of knowledge. Yes, the school is not far from his home. It's only about five minutes, the distance from Disha's house to school. Today, he is undergoing tests towards his graduation.

***

Disha who had just stepped foot out of the school gate, turned to the source of the voice and exclaimed, "Mas Iyan!"

A happy hue, emanated from Disha's face, as she was met by the idol, Erwin Septian . Disha prefers to call him 'Iyan'.

"Where is the test today?" Iyan took Disha's bag, and moved it onto her shoulder. Disha who has been used to get the treatment, can only smile happily, because it feels privileged.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly, Iyan. Why is it so late at school?"

Disha's question made Iyan even more anxious towards her. Iyan scrambled Disha's hair slowly, and replied, "Not yet home, Deck. Mas, there's a driving practice outside of school. So, Mas just stop by here first, let Mas's love this happy."

Disha's cheeks instantly met red. Then, he climbed on the motorbike Iyan brought to pick him up. Iyan always picks up Disha at school. However, this time Iyan did have permission to his automotive teacher, on the grounds of wanting to buy drugs at the pharmacy for his friend who suddenly got sick.

If you are not practicing driving a car outside school, it is certain that he is not allowed the teacher. The motorbike Iyan uses is a motor owned by the base motorcycle taxi service which happens to be located not far from where Iyan practices. Iyan is willing to pay more to the owner of the motorbike, in order to meet Disha.

On the way home, Iyan deliberately brought the motor slowly. The two, Iyan and Disha, spoke on the bike.

"Mas, is it okay, if Mas Iyan meets me?"

"Why ask that? If there's anything, it's not possible until now, Mas still likes to pick you up."

"But, did Mas Iyan's parents already know, that I was often picked up equally long?"

"Haha. You are, you random!"

Disha laughed at Iyan's 'random. Disha only felt worried, if Iyan's parents were angry with him. Iyan's family was rich and distinguished. Disha couldn't have expected more from Iyan.

"You, thinking of Mas's family huh, Dek?"

Disha was surprised because Iyan could tell, what he was thinking about Iyan.

"Lho's? Did Iyan know? Don't-don't ...."

Hearing Disha's reply, Iyan chimed in, "We're a match! Amen."

Disha immediately bowed in shame, and said nothing more. Arriving on the path to the house, Iyan pulled over the motorcycle. Iyan was surprised, Disha's tumben did not want to be delivered to his front house. Apparently, Disha did not want Iyan to be late to return to her practice. Iyan left, after several times Disha persuaded him.

From a distance, a man in a detective suit was monitoring Disha from afar. He took pictures several times, when Disha was talking to Iyan when he pulled over earlier. Then, he called someone, whom he called 'Young Master'.

Note :

Amben \= Bed

Panjenengan \= You

Nduk \= Mention for girls