The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 029

After going through a trial period of nearly two months, the judge finally fell to the defendant; Iyan and Sisca. The two defendants were sentenced to six years in prison, and paid a fine of 20 million rupiah.

Aslan, who accompanied Disha's family at the conference, was relieved. Disha hugs Maryam, happy with the judge's decision, which gives her justice. While Hamzah and Riyani, looking at Disha.

Then, Hamzah, Disha and Maryam embraced each other. The three of them were grateful and grateful to God and Aslan.

"Don't be like that, Mom. I'm just helping out a little. The rest, God helps," said Aslan.

Maryam rubbed Aslan's arm and said "You're right, son. But, you have also been very helpful and meritorious for Mother and Mother's children. Thank you, Nak .. hopefully —"

"Already, Mom. How many times did you say thank you?" cut Aslan.

Maryam smiling. Inwardly, he monologued, "Hopefully .. You can be the one who can protect Disha, Nak Aslan." Maryam's eyes condensed, along with her hope in that silence.

As the defendant was about to be taken back into custody, Disha asked for a minute to speak to Iyan and Sisca. He only got two minutes.

"You two, thank you for teaching me pain ...! from there, I can become a stronger woman. Hopefully, if you are free later, there will be no more Disha," said Disha, as he stood before Iyan and Sisca. His eyes stared intently at Iyan and Sisca alternately.

"You —" Sisca was about to answer Disha.

"That's it, Sisca ...!" Iyan snapped, cutting Sisca's speech. The intonation was slow, but full of emphasis.

Getting a snatch from Iyan, Sisca lowered her head in embarrassment and was a little annoyed. The two then walked out of the courtroom. Iyan stared at Disha at a glance, with a look of sad eyes.

Disha doesn't care. He immediately turned his face away, as Iyan looked at him. Then, Iyan and Sisca began to disappear from sight. "Good fun with your punishment, Iyan. Sorry... if my way of replying to your actions is considered outrageous" Disha's monologue in heart.

Disha's eyes glazed over, as there was still a little taste left on Iyan. Aslan who realized that, could only stare at Disha's nanar. But, he was determined in his heart, to be able to heal Disha's wounds.

"Mom, Mba, Mba ... Mas Aslan, we're going home now, yuk!" said Disha, looking at the four people in turn.

Maryam and the three men agreed. Then, everyone get out, and go home. Along the way, Disha daydreams more.

Aslan who was driving, occasionally saw Disha from the rearview mirror on the dashboard. He was accompanied by Hamzah, who was sitting next to him. Disha, with her mother and sister-in-law.

"Sir, are you okay?" Maryam tightens her seat, closer to Disha.

"Yes, Deck. You are so from now on daydreaming. What's wrong, hm?" timpal Riyani's.

Disha, who was sitting between Maryam and Riyani, just shook his head slowly, then smiled. "I'm okay, Mom ... Mba. Just remembering something," Disha replied, staring at the two people beside her alternately.

Riyani looked at her mother-in-law, with a questionable look. Maryam who seemed to understand the gaze of the son-in-law, only shook her head while twitching her shoulders, quietly. Riyani was also bearded.

Disha chose to shut up again. In his current mind, the middle revolved memory along with Iyan. Iyan, who used to treat her like a queen. Iyan, who used to always be able to understand Disha's sadness, besides her mother and brother.

However, after that memory arrived at the moment of the wet capture of the fire game between Iyan and Sisca, Disha's heart was slashed back, sick. Several times, Disha took a deep breath, and held back her cries. While breathing out, Disha felt a little relieved, as if the things that made her daydream earlier, were coming along.

***

Arriving at home, Disha immediately ran towards her room. Hamzah wants to pursue, but is held captive by his mother and wife. "Why ... Mom, Deck?" Hamzah.

"Nang .. Right now, your sister needs to be alone first. Let him be like that. He did not live with Iyan in a short time," said Maryam.

"Mom's right, Mum. I really don't know anything about this. But, for now let Disha alone first!" riyani.

Then, he also greeted Hamzah, and cupped his hands to Riyani. Afterwards, Aslan walked towards the car, and immediately went home. He also can't stand to see Disha, who is still imagined with the past.

As he was about to start the car, Aslan's phone rang. Seen the name on the screen "Mama". Aslan clucked, feeling lazy to receive a call from his mother. He was very sure, what his mother would discuss, was the arrival of Elma.

Then, he let his phone, until it stopped ringing. "Huh ...! finally stop ringing too. Surely after this, there will be a message from Mama," murmured Aslan. Then, Aslan re-started his car, and sped home.

Aslan's phone rang again several times. But, Aslan just let it go. Still from the same person, that is; his mother.

As his phone kept ringing, Aslan finally decided to pull over the car and pick up the phone from his mother.

"Hello, ma ...!" Aslan listened to everything his mother said, with a somewhat sour look.

After a long call ... "No, ma. Later, Aslan will explain at home," Aslan said, ending the conversation.

***

Disha was still in his room. No crying, no anger. He was only thinking about his past with Iyan.

Then, he spilled out everything he was feeling right now, by writing it on a cell phone note. Every now and then, he smiled to himself, remembering the moments he spent with Iyan.

"Will there be someone who can heal this wound? after my heartfelt love was betrayed, only Hamzah I believed." Disha monologues, with a sad look.

The photo above the nightstand. His picture with Hamzah, as a child, until adulthood. Hamzah always smiled, embracing Disha.

The sound of knocking on the door, blew Disha's mind off. Disha then got up from the bed, and opened the door. "Mother, what's wrong?" Disha embraces Maryam's arm, bringing her mother into the room.

"Nduk ... What are you doing? why is it that since the moment we got home from the trial, you locked yourself in a room?" Maryam's worried. He was sitting on the bed with Disha.

"It's okay, Mom. I just want to be alone. Mmm .. mas Hamzah and mba Riyani where, Mom?" Disha dyed, looking for the whereabouts of Hamzah and Riyanti.

"They're going to the store. Mom was going to go with both of them. But, I'm not quiet leaving you alone, Nduk ...!" said Maryam, sad.

"Ah, this Mother. I'm not a kid anymore, Mom. Hehe."

"For Mom ...."

"You're still a child to watch" said Maryam and Disha, compact.

Both are laughing. "You are, Nduk Nduk ...!"

Disha chuckled, seeing her mother's reaction. "I've memorized everything you say, if I'm sad, angry or .. Yeah, I know. Hehehe" said Disha, who then hugged her mother.

While hugging each other, Disha's phone rang. Maryam took off her hug, and told Disha to pick up the phone.

"Later after the phone call, don't forget to eat, Nduk ...!"

"Ready, Mother!"

After Maryam left, Disha picked up the phone.

"Hello, mas Aslan ... What's wrong?"