The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 002

Disha came home feeling relieved and happy. Relieved, as he passed his first test. Happy, for being ushered home by the idol, without him asking for it. In fact, Disha has not told Iyan, what time will it be home today. That is why, Disha felt very privileged by Iyan.

Currently, Disha is helping Maryam fold her clothes. Since Adam's departure, Maryam has been a laundress. His services were used by neighbors close to Maryam's house. Some are just washing clothes, some are washing and ironing.

Disha looked at the mother, who never faded her smile. Ayu's face that has been consumed by age, does not make Maryam's beauty reduced. Knowing that Disha was watching her, Maryam said, "Your mother is indeed beautiful, Nduk. That's why you're beautiful too. So is Hamzah."

Disha laughed softly at Maryam's words. Then, Disha asked, "I mean Mother, mas Hamzah is beautiful, is that it? Haha." Disha couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.

Maryam shook her head, while continuing to fold the clothes that remained a little more would be finished. Maryam explained to Disha, about the meaning of her words ... "I mean Mom, you're beautiful like Mom. If it's Hamzah, it's clear. He looks like your father, Nduk. But, the character of Hamzah, exactly with Mother. If you're not much different from your late father."

Disha's laughter stops when Mary calls out her character, the same as Adam's. Disha was silent for a while, until Maryam finally patted her shoulder. Maryam knew, Disha still remembered the late Adam.

Not even a month away from Adam, it must still be difficult for Disha to get through the days without his father. However, Maryam always tried to strengthen Disha, no matter how. Only one thing Maryam has not been able to do, is contact her eldest son, Hamzah.

Worried about Hamzah's situation, Maryam tells Disha to call her sister. Disha phones are still far from the modern word, can only send sms and make voice calls.

"Mom, this is connected. But, it hasn't been lifted up the same mas Hamzah."

"Just wait, Nduk! The important thing is to connect."

The ringing of connected calls was changed ....

"Hello, assalamualaikum."

Yes, Hamzah this time answered the phone from Disha, after a few months, his phone broke. Disha immediately attacked Hamzah with various questions.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Alhamdulillah, Hamzah from anywhere? Why is it so hard to contact from yesterday, ma'am? Didn't Hamzah miss the family in the village, hm?"

"Stranquil, deck, quiet. Ask him one-on-one."

Disha sighed. Then ... "alright. Mas Hamzah how are you?"

"Good news, thank God. How are you and your parents? I miss you guys so much."

Disha put away her phone, she shed tears, heard the question from Hamzah. Mary also rubbed Disha's back. Mary whispered softly in Disha's ear, "Don't say anything first. Tell your mas, we're all fine here. Ask him, when is he coming home?"

Disha nodded his head. Then Disha put her phone back in her ear, and she replied, "Good news, you know. Mas Hamzah, when will I come home?" As much as possible Disha spoke in an ordinary tone. This he did, so that Hamzah would not be suspicious.

"Lusa, deck. The day after tomorrow, I went back to the village. If so, there is no cost to go home. Hehe."

"Yes already, mas. The important thing is always to know me, yes! Here, I'd like to say something to Hamzah, too."

Disha hands her phone to Maryam. Maryam received Disha's phone, and placed the flat object into her left ear.

"Nang, ndang mulih o!"

(Son [for boys], come home quickly!)

"Geggih, sendiko kanjeng mom."

(Yes, I'm ready to go.)

"What are you doing now, nang?"

"Here, just finished eating, ma'am. What are you doing?"

"Just finished cleaning up the house, nang. Yes, you continue your activities again. Mom, there's still some work to be done."

Maryam deliberately lied, because she did not want to let go of talking to her eldest child. Maryam still did not want Hamzah to know, about the real news of Adam. He did not want to make Hamzah sad overseas.

Then the conversation on the phone was interrupted. Maryam returned Disha's cell phone. The two hugged each other, shed tears.

***

Two days later ....

"Accoland ...."

Disha and Maryam who were drying clothes in the backyard, immediately stopped their activities and headed to the main door. Maryam opened the door, and Disha was behind her mother.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Oh Allah ... Mystermaine. Thank goodness ...."

Maryam hugged her eldest son and kissed both cheeks, as well as Hamzah's head. Hamzah smiled happily at the treatment. Afterwards, Hamzah kissed the reverence on the back of his mother's hand.

Followed by Disha who was no less happy to find Hamzah who suddenly came without giving any news, despite having told Disha before. That Hamzah will be home the day after tomorrow. Disha kissed the reverence of the back of her brother's hand, and hugged him. Disha has no power to hold back her tears.

Hamzah, who had missed his sister, stroked Disha's hair and rubbed her back.

"Why, Disha? How can you be so sad?" Hamzah asked, astonished at his sister who suddenly cried in his arms.

Disha wiped her tears and replied, "It's okay, Mas Hamzah. Come on, come in first! Here, Disha help bring the bag."

Disha took Hamzah's bag, which was already placed down. Then, the three, Maryam, Disha, and Hamzah entered the house. Maryam immediately accompanied Hamzah sitting in the living room. While Disha went straight to the kitchen, after putting the bag into Hamzah's room.

Disha said, "Alright, Mas. I'll make it. Mas, just sit down and talk to Mom."

A few minutes later, Disha brought a tray containing two cups of warm tea, and a plate of boiled yam. Hamzah's smile expands, while finding a treat from Disha. Even with Maryam, he also smiled to see the brothers' well-being.

"Mom, which father?"

Hamzah's question, successfully making Maryam's happy smile, became a listless smile. Maryam was confused to answer how. He looked at Disha who had just sat down.

"Mas, drink and eat first, tea is also sweet potato stew."

Hamzah turned to Disha, "Yes, Deck. Drink and eat first, deh."

Hamzah sips tea made by Disha. Then, he took one piece of boiled yam, and ate it. Maryam and Disha looked at each other, confused about how to explain it to Hamzah.

Disha approached Maryam and whispered softly, "Mom, let me talk to Hamzah. I'll take it easy, I'll take Mas Hamzah for a walk outside."

Maryam stared at Disha. Disha nodded his head, to convince the mother. Then, Maryam nodded her head slowly.

"Alhamdulillah ... The tea and yam stew is soul-steady, Dek!" Praise Hamzah, while holding both fingers of his thumb. "If you could give me four thumbs, I'd love you, Dek. Hahaha," continued Hamzah.

"Ah, this Hamzah Mas. Yuk Mas, let's go for a walk!"

"To where? It's only been up to this, you know."

Maryam also chimed, "Nduk, let your Mas rest first. It's still too early in the morning too. Hamzah, rest in the room!"

Hamzah cut Disha, sticking out his tongue. Disha who did not accept, immediately approached the brother, to pinch him. Feeling that Disha will be colonized, Hamzah immediately ran to the room, and closed the door.

"Mas, open the door! Just got home and I've been pissing, ish!" Gerrutu Disha, knocking loudly, Hamzah's room door.

Hamzah laughed at his sister's behavior. Then he said, "Nyenyenye! I'll drive to Iyan, shame on you, Dek! Haha."

"Hw ... How dare you, cemen!"

The door of the room opened, because Hamzah did not accept Disha's taunts. Disha instantly pinched Hamzah's arm many times. Maryam who witnessed that, shook her head and smiled.

A moment later, Maryam was sad again, remembering the dead Adam. Hamza doesn't know about it yet.

"But a moment, Dek. Where the hell are you going, Dek?"

Disha stopped laughing, and immediately fell silent. Hamzah who saw his sister flinch, immediately shook Disha's shoulder slowly. "Dec, why daydream? Where's dad, Dek? Answer!"

"Mas, I've been living in a new house, which is much more beautiful. Insha Allah ..." replied Disha, with a voice that began to sound raucous. Yes, Disha was holding back her cries, so as not to spill in front of her brother.

Hamzah frowned. It made his eyebrows clutched. "What do you mean, Dek?" Hamzah was confused by Disha's reply, and kept asking.

Then, Disha took Hamzah's hand, and clasped his sister's hand. Before speaking the truth, Disha looked at Maryam first. Then, Maryam nodded her head.

Disha stared fixedly at Hamzah's face. He closed his eyes for a moment, then said ... "Mas, dad has left us. Father has come home to him."

After speaking the truth about Adam's death, the clear circle that Disha had been holding, began to fall without his permission. Disha bowed lethargicly, and wept bitterly.

While Hamzah, he was shocked to hear his sister's speech. His hands trembled and slipped from his sister's grasp.

"How is it possible, Deck? You lied, didn't you, Dek?"

Hamzah bak's heart slashed sembilu, perih .. heard his sister's speech. Disha hugged Hamzah who was sitting on the floor, and began to cry. Maryam also approached her two children who were sobbing. Maryam embraces both Hamzah and Disha. Not a word was said of them. Only the sound of sobs could be heard.

A few minutes later, Hamzah began asking Maryam about the cause of her father's death. Then Maryam told Hamzah everything. Disha who had to go back to hearing the hit-and-run kronogi that hit her father, was more able to calm down, and not cry anymore.

"Dad?" Hamzah clasped Disha's fingers tightly.

Disha looked at Hamzah. "Yes, Mas?"

Hamzah took a deep breath before saying ... "She, we have to fight together, to find out who did it!"

Seeing Hamzah so determined, Maryam held the shoulders of her two children, "Fight you both. Mother's prayers, always accompany your efforts, my sons."

Disha and Hamzah looked at Maryam at the same time. Then, the gazes of the brothers clashed for a moment, and ended with a steady nod of the head, with eyes filled with confidence. The three hugged each other again, to strengthen each other. This time, Maryam felt much better, after the return of her eldest son.

"Where do we start the search for the culprit, Mas?" disha asked after breaking away, from the embrace.

"For that, we can ask for help from people we can trust, Dek."

"Alright, Mas. Hopefully we can meet people who have those criteria."

"Looks like I know, Nang ... Nduk, who is the right person," Maryam interrupted in a conversation between her two children.

"Who is that, Mom?" answer Hamzah and Disha together.

"He is ...."