The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 003

The next day, Maryam, who had just finished breakfast at the dinner table, heard the knocking on the door. Then, Maryam half ran towards the door. When the door opened, Maryam saw no one. In fact, it was clear that Maryam heard the sound of the door being knocked.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Hamzah walked over to Maryam who was still fluttering in the doorway.

"There was someone knocking on the door, Nang. But when the door was opened, there was no one."

"Is that? Try, let Hamzah look outside, ma'am."

Hamzah looked around the house to see who had knocked on the door. Then Hamzah found a package. Immediately, Hamzah took the package and opened it. Hamzah opened the package carefully.

He scrunched his forehead as soon as he saw the contents of the package. Apparently, there's a letter in it.

To Maryam's Mother.

I'm the son of your husband's hitter. I am deeply sorry for the passing of Mr. Adam, and I do not condone at all the hit-and-run behavior that my father did. I sincerely apologize for his irresponsible actions. 

As an expression of condolences, I included an ATM card containing a certain amount of money that you can access. I know very well that money will not replace the loss of your husband. But at least this is all I can do. Please accept.

After reading the letter, Hamzah checked back, the contents of the package. And sure enough, there's an ATM card in it, other than the letter.

"Mom! Come, Mom!" Hamzah.

Maryam who heard Hamzah's voice, immediately ran out, precisely to the side of the house. It made Maryam's breath slightly sting.

"What's up, Nang?"

"Mom, someone sent me a letter. He said ...."

"Say what, Nang?"

"Mmc ... Anu ... That, ma'am," replied Hamzah who suddenly stuttered.

"What the hell, Nang?!"

"Mom, just read this letter, huh?"

Hamzah handed Mary the letter. Mary also read it. By the time the letter was finished, Mary was crying. Hamzah, who saw Mary crying, hugged her mother.

"Mom, relax ... Don't cry anymore. Maybe, that guy wants to make amends to our family, ma'am."

"Mrs ... Do we have to take help from him?"

"Mom, for now, we do need a lot of money, right? Relax, Mom. I use the cards, when I really need them. I hope you don't have to wear it. I'll find another job, ma'am."

"Nang, hopefully you can get a new job soon, yes! aamiin's."

"Amale ...."

Hamzah took off the hug, took back the letter sent by the cause of his father's death. Hamzah embraced Maryam, and led her back into the house. The letter and ATM that were still in Hamzah's grasp, were accidentally spotted by Disha.

Disha, who had just finished her bath and was preparing to go to school, walked up to Hamzah and asked, "Mas, Mother why? How, I'm kayaking up crying?"

"It's okay, Deck. Earlier, I only got a letter from Mom's air. So, I'm feeling moved."

Hamzah looked at Maryam, who was still in her embrace. Maryam also nodded at Hamzah's speech. Then, Disha asked to read the letter. But, Maryam refused Disha's request, and kept the envelope to the room.

"Mas, is that really a letter from mom's distant family?" ask Disha, when Maryam has passed to the room.

Hamzah nodded. "Yes, why? You suspect?"

Disha shook his head immediately. Then, Hamzah landed a small blow to Disha's head. It made Disha grimace and grumble, "Ihh! This Hamzah, you know! I'll tell Mas Hamzah's girlfriend later!"

"What's? What did you say? I didn't hear. Uh, but ... Did anyone say anything, huh? How, doesn't it look like the guy? Hhh, serem ...!"  Hamzah shuddered, rubbing his sister who started pursing her lips.

Disha folded her hands to the front of her chest. His mouth began to commute kamit to reply to Hamzah's teasing. Then Hamzah pinched Disha's cheek and said, "Daddy, if you marry me, you're not lonely, are you?"

"No idea, I want a tempeh!" Disha immediately turned around and passed away leaving the elder sister. He went into the room, crying after getting a question from his brother. Yes, Disha would certainly feel lonely without her sister. But, he also did not want to look weak in front of his brother.

***

A few years have passed. Now, Disha has occupied the third grade of High School. He is still in a relationship with Iyan. In fact, Iyan still often drove and picked up Disha, from home to school.

This morning ... Disha who was neat in her gray white uniform, was waiting for the idol, to take her to school. Hamza ... He already has a new job, which is to be an employee at one of the building stores. Disha mobile phone that was far from the modern word, has now changed into a smart phone. With Hamzah.

Just now, Disha got a message from Iyan to immediately wait in front of the house. Because Iyan was almost at his house. Disha who was still sitting in the room, rushed out and approached Maryam who was drying clothes in the backyard.

"Mom, Disha is leaving now, yes! Iyan will be here soon."

Mary smiled, and replied, "Yes, Nduk. The right school! Listen and notice every lesson from your teachers, yes!"

"Ready, Kanjeng Mom!"

"Lho, this Mas Iyan really arrived?"

"It just so happened to stop by a friend's house, Dek. Which mother?"

"There's in the back, again drying clothes. Why, Mas?"

"The time you forgot? Kan, every Mas pick you up, always say goodbye first."

"Occupy ... Yes, Mas. A moment."

Disha went back in, and called Maryam to Iyan. A little while later, Disha and Maryam came out together. Iyan immediately approached Maryam and said goodbye.

"Be careful on the road, son Iyan!" maryam's sweat on Iyan, after Iyan kissed the reverence on the back of her hand.

"Come, ma'am," Iyan replied with a friendly smile.

After that, Disha and Iyan left. Taking a journey of about fifteen minutes, they had already reached the front of the school gate. Disha got off the motor sport that drove her. Then, he smiled sweetly at Iyan.

"Mas Iyan, his college spirit, yes!"

"Sure dong, Deck. You are also passionate about learning. Let's pass, let's keep getting married. Hehe."

"Gee! Mas Iyan there-there's sa—"

Disha's words paused, because there was a voice calling out to him. Apparently, my colleague Disha just got out of the car, and greeted Disha enthusiastically, "Morning, Disha!"

She is Sisca, Alexa Fransisca. My dear friend Disha, from the beginning of entering High School.

"Again, Sisca!"

"Dec, Mas go first, yeah! I'll be back to Mas, what time is it? Who knows, we can pick it up. Okay?" pamit Iyan to Disha.

"Hu-um, Mom. Be careful on the road! "

Iyan turned the motor back on, and drove away leaving Disha still staring at him.

"Your boyfriend, Sha?" ask Sisca, who realized that Disha's gaze was still fixed towards the departure of Iyan.

"Eh, yes, Sisca. Emm ... Yuk, we're in!"

Both Disha and Sisca go to school. Arriving in class, Sisca still keeps wondering about Iyan and Disha's relationship, to Disha.

"Well, I hope you two can get to the guarantee, Sha! You guys are very compatible, you know," praised Sisca, who managed to make Disha's cheeks blush red.

"Yes, Sisca. Hopefully we can get to the park. Aamiin's."

Disha follows the subjects with passion and concentration. Until it was not felt, the clock came home from school. Then, when he was standing at the school gate, he accidentally saw Sisca, chatting with his heart, Iyan. Without a second thought, Disha approached the two.

"You guys, what chat? Oh yes, Mas Iyan why not know me, when I get to the front of the school?"

"We talked about you, Sha. Coincidentally, we're my countrymen. So, all I know about you, I tell her," Sisca replied, pointing at Iyan with a glance at Iyan.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, Deck. I forgot, not to forget you. Yes, let's go home!" timpal Iyan, who then hands the helmet to Disha.

"Sisca, I go home first! You, I hope the invitation comes soon."

Sisca nodded her head with a smile, and replied, "Yes, Disha."

Then Disha and Iyan went home. While Sisca, she was still standing at her place earlier, waiting for her pickup car. Sisca was playing mobile, and then she sent someone a message. Shortly after, the car that picked up Sisca arrived. Soon Sisca got into the car, and went home.

Sisca: I Love You!

Sisca sent a message to someone she thought was special to her. A happy smile rose from his lips. The driver, who saw his employer smiling to himself, asked, "Non, you're happy?" The driver glanced at the rearview mirror above the dashboard and smiled.

"Eh, Mr. Marwan knows. Hehe."

"Know, Non. You see, Non rarely smiles so."

The two talked throughout the trip. Until it felt like it had reached its destination. As Sisca was about to get out of the car, her phone rang, which signaled an incoming message from the green app.

***

At the house of Maryam ....

"Mom, I'm going to change clothes first, yeah! I'll help you again."

Disha who was folding clothes with Maryam, felt uncomfortable because she had not changed clothes. Maryam nodded at her daughter's words. Arriving in the room, Disha checked her phone, because it sounded.

Disha frowned, as she read a message on her phone. "But I didn't send any messages. Why did he suddenly send this message?" Disha muttered softly.