The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 005

"We're going home now?" ask Disha to Iyan, when he finished eating lunch.

Iyan nodded and smiled. He put his hand on Disha's hand, gently rubbing the back of the lover's hand, with his thumb. Then Iyan held Disha's hand.

"Wait a minute, honey. I've asked Mr. Bejo, to pick us up." Iyan turned to look at Disha and Sisca.

"Later ... Sisca, let's get you home first. After that, take you home. How's it?" connect Iyan by giving a suggestion.

"Emc ... How huh? I really want there to be a minute, Mas. I want to go to—" Disha said. Disha thought of a reason to give to Iyan.

"Where, Dek?" ask Iyan.

"hu-um. Where are you going, Disha?" Sisca asked.

"To the bookstore for a moment. I want to buy something. Hehehe ..." replied Disha, with a clumsy smile.

"Is that so? Sisca, you go home by yourself?"

"Lho.. I didn't get delivered, did I? Yes, it's the same with me." Sisca sulked, folded her hands to the front of her chest and put on a sullen face.

"I paid the price, deh," Iyan persuaded.

Sisca weighed in on Iyan's offer. Until finally, Sisca received to be paid the fare. Then, Sisca immediately went out of the cafe, to wait for an online taxi that had been booked.

Stay now, Iyan and Disha are still both silent. Iyan's hand was still clasped between Disha's fingers. His gaze was not separated at all from the face of the lover.

"Mas, I'd better go home alone. I'm probably a little later at the bookstore."

Iyan shook his head slowly. "It's okay if Mas has to accompany you for a long time, Dek. In fact, it's really fun. Hehehe," said Iyan.

Disha put on the smile that he forced. Because actually, he was currently feeling mixed feelings. Want to believe in Dio, but Iyan's treatment is still very sweet on him. Want to believe in Iyan, but the lover had been caught in the eye by him, was playing code with Dio.

After thinking for a long time, Disha agrees to Iyan's request to accompany her to the bookstore. Then, the two of them escorted the driver Iyan to the place to be addressed. Upon arriving there, Disha headed straight to the section of the book she was looking for, with Iyan trailing behind her.

"Oh, so this is what you're looking for? Is there anything else?"

"No, Mas. This is all first. I pay first, right?" said Disha, stepping towards the cashier. However, Disha's steps came to a halt, while her hand was held back by Iyan.

Then, Iyan shook off a smile that displayed a neat row of his teeth. "Let's just pay, Dek. You wait outside, accompany Mr. Bejo to chat first."

Disha nodded slowly, and went out to meet Bejo. Bejo, who was sitting in the coffee shop next to the bookstore, immediately stood up to see Disha's presence and asked, "Eh, Mba Disha has finished looking for her book?"

"Again paid the same mas Iyan, sir. Can I sit here?"

"Of course you can, Mba. Please ...."

Bejo pulls a chair for Disha. Then, the two exchanged stories. Until a few minutes later, Iyan came and joined the two of them.

"What's the matter, laughing?" iyan asked, after landing her ass on the chair next to Disha.

"This, Mas Iyan ... Mba Disha again a story about her childhood that was always colonized by her brother." Bejo laughed again.

All three.. Disha, Iyan, and Bejo continued chatting for half an hour. Then, Iyan took Disha home, because it was getting late. Before returning home, Disha ordered coffee to take her home.

Arriving at home, Disha found her mother's bedroom door half open. There was the sound of soft cries, which made him want to peek into the room. "Father.how to explain to our child.. Hamzah and Disha, if now his mother is not okay? I can't say anything about this disease to either of them...." Monologue Maryam, taking a photo.

Hearing that, Disha reflexes shut her mouth. While one more hand, he was carrying the coffee he bought in the shop. His eyes condensed, as he could not bear the pain in his heart, after hearing his own complaints from his mother.

'Why am I so stupid? Mom's sick, and I can't even notice it? I'm sorry, ma'am.' Inner Disha.

Disha again walked towards the main door, with a step settles. He rubbed his face slowly, to remove the hue of sadness. He gave her a sweet smile and called her mother, "Mother! Mother where is it? I've come home ...!"

Maryam jerks. Quickly, he wiped away the tears that were still left in his eyes and cheeks. Then, he walked out of the room, to approach his daughter. He acted as if nothing had happened, and kept smiling.

"Well, my daughter's gone home. Have you met Iyan?"

"Already, Mom. I was also accompanied to a bookstore and had coffee. Here, I bring it to Mom and Hamzah's mas too." Disha picked up the coffee he brought, and showed it to Maryam.

"It's all warm coffee, ma'am. Safe to drink. Hehe."

Mary received the coffee and said, "You are always...." Maryam rubbed Disha's arm gently.

Disha hugged Maryam and cried. He was no longer able to hold back the tear dam that he had been forced not to drip. Every now and then, Disha took a deep breath, until the more clearly heard the cry.

Maryam leads Disha into her room. Maryam sat her daughter by the bed. Even with Maryam, he sat next to Disha. Having calmed down a bit, Maryam asked, "What's up, Nduk? Why crying? Did Iyan hurt you?" Maryam rubbed Disha's back.

"I-I'm confused, Mom. Ta-tadi, when we had lunch together, there was something new I knew, Mom," said Disha with her head lowered. Then both his hands covered his face.

"Whatis that? Tell me about it to Mom, Nduk."

Disha swept her tears, then looked at Maryam. He tried to muster up the courage to tell what he was up to at lunch with Iyan and Sisca.

"Mom, earlier.I was accompanied by Sisca, pick up mas Iyan."

"Yes... Then?"

"The three of us had lunch and —" said Disha, because accidentally her eyes were fixed on a photo and paper on the nightstand near the bed.

Disha got up, wanting to take the photo and the paper, whose nightstand position was behind Maryam. While Maryam who realized that Disha would approach the nightstand, immediately held her daughter, by pulling her wrist slowly.

"Mother.... He said he wanted a story?"

Disha turned to Maryam and immediately lowered her mother's hand from her wrist. "Let me see first, what's on that table, ma'am," replied Disha, who approached the nightstand.

After seeing what was above the nightstand, Disha rubbed the photo which turned out, it was a photo of her late father. And there was a folded paper, which when Disha opened, turned out to be the result of her mother's medical checkup.

Disha began to read the contents of the paper carefully. Then he rounded his eyes. Her face implied worry, when she had finished reading the results of her mother's health test."Ma'am.... Since when did you get sick? Why didn't Mom ever tell me and Hamzah, Mom?"

Maryam bowed lethargic, unable to say anything. Then, he took a deep breath before finally deciding to explain his illness. "Nwbt ... Actually—"

"What exactly, Mom? How serious does it look?"

Maryam and Disha turned their heads towards the source of the sound together. Apparently, Hamzah was already standing in the doorway of Maryam's room. Hamzah walked up to his mother, and kissed her on the back of her hand. Maryam and Disha looked at each other. This made Hamza suspicious.

"What's up, Mom.. Deck?" Hamzah looked at his sister and mother in turn. "Last you acted that way, because you hid my father's departure. Now, what are you guys hiding?"