The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 006

Hamzah urged his mother and sister to explain what he had accidentally heard earlier. After that, Hamzah was sad and confused.

"Mom, how about we use that money? There's still an ATM card, right?" Hamzah looked expectantly at the mother. While Maryam turned to Disha who was surprised to hear Hamzah's words.

"Mom, what is the meaning of Mas Hamzah's words? What ATM, and who's it got?" Disha is still standing by the nightstand.

Mary rose up and approached Disha. "Relax, Nduk. Sit down, I'll explain."

Maryam sat down with Disha by her side. Hamzah stood before the two mothers and the child. Slowly, Maryam assisted Hamzah, explaining about the ATM given by the son of the hit-and-run Adam.

"What?! So, Mom and Mas Hamzah want to receive help from him? Ck!" Disha was annoyed by the proposal from her sister.

"Disha ... It's not, for the sake of our mother's recovery." Hamzah tried to persuade Disha who was still tight on his stance.

"But, Mas ... Is that the only way?" Disha turned her face away. He stared straight at the floor. "We can still do it another way, right, Mas ... Ma?" said Disha, turning to her sister and mother alternately.

Mary took a deep breath and resigned. "Sir, I have the same decision as you."

"Tuh, Mum. I don't want to use that money!"

"So, you have money for Mom's surgery, do you?" Hamzah half yelled at Disha. "Jawab, Deck! don't just shut up!"

Disha was shocked to hear the rebuke from her sister. His eyes began to condense with heartache. Then, without answering a word, he stood up and ran out.

"Hamzahs.. Nang ... Don't be so hard on Disha. He's your only brother. It's just you and Mom that he's got, Nang."

"Mom, Disha is too selfish to think only of the prestige of receiving help from that person. He should be able to come up with a solution, if he doesn't agree with my opinion, ma'am."

Maryam touched Hamza's hand and told him to sit down. Then Hamzah obeyed his mother's orders. Maryam rubbed Hamzah's back gently.

"Mrs ... It is only natural that Disha refuses. He's gonna lose his first love, your father. So, let it be if Disha disagrees. Don't force him, will you?"

Soft words from the mother, managed to soften the heart of Hamzah who was emotional. He took a deep breath and took a three-fold stand, wiping his chest. "Mom, I'm sorry I spoke so hard to Disha. I should've been more patient and didn't have to talk to him in a high tone." Hamzah hugged his mother and shed tears. Tears of regret, for hurting his sister.

Maryam rubbed up and down her son's back. "I'm sorry to your sister, too, Nang. He was more sad and sick. He must be in a difficult position, too, having just learned about the ATM, and about Mom's illness."

Secretly, Disha eavesdropped on the conversation of the two people who were still inside the room. He closed his mouth and cried without a sound. Feeling guilty, but also not accepting if you have to use the money given by the coward. Yes, Disha labelled the hit-and-run offender against her father as a coward.

Then, Disha went back into her mother's room. It made Maryam and Hamzah take off each other's arms. Then, with her head lowered, Disha said, "Mom ... Mas Hamzah, I'm sorry?" Disha sat down and wept bitterly in front of her mother and sister.

After he finished apologizing to each other, Disha finally agreed to Hamzah's proposal. That is using the money given by the coward, for the cost of operating the mother. Maryam was also relieved after seeing her two sons get along.

***

A few weeks after the operation, Maryam was back to health as usual. He has started doing activities, but can no longer work by his two sons and daughters. Disha and Hamzah always work together in completing homework.

This morning, Hamzah was cooking and cleaning the house. While Disha, washing as well as drying clothes. Disha also cleans the front and back yard of the house.

"Prepray...! Cook it yourself, let it go! Huh!"

"Iww! Hamzah Mas must always be gini if the cooking part. I'm cooking again, like I've done." Disha sat in the kitchen amben, kneading the seasoning her sister had prepared. "Yes, right?" Disha raises his eyebrows and puts on an evil smile in the style of a flying fish soap opera drama.

"What the hell. Chick-about girls, so talk like sen—"

Hamzah's speech paused, because his head was hit with a vegetable spoon by Maryam. "Open the Mak e ... Is that it, why am I even being stopped?"

(Ow Mother ... Why am I being hit?)

"Inget Mom's message, Nang! keep the same words of women. You're a long time cooking too." Maryam took a knife from Hamzah's hand and continued the activity her son was doing, cutting vegetables. "That's it, let Mother be with your sister who cooks. You can do the other work!"

Disha looked at the older sister and stuck out her tongue. Then, Hamzah who felt mocked, immediately approached his sister while carrying a small pot.  Seeing that, Disha directly left the kitchen amben and ran outside.

"Hamma!" Maryam's voice was a little high but still soft.

"Sendika, Kanjeng Ibu," replied Hamzah accompanied by a bowing motion.

***

After breakfast, Hamzah and Disha are preoccupied with their respective activities. Coincidentally, Disha's college day is off. So, he can accompany his mother at home.

"Mom, can I tell you something?" Disha who was combing her mother's hair, again wanted to tell her who had been delayed.

"Of course you can, Nduk." Maryam, who was turning her back to Disha, still had a smile on her face.

"Mom, according to Mother.. mas Iyan how is it? That is, in terms of his nature and attitude, ma'am." Disha put down the comb and started massaging the head of the mother.

"According to Mom, she's nice, Nduk. He's polite, responsible and unkind." Maryam answered while closing her eyes, as she felt comfortable when Disha's hand was seeping on her head. "The value he added, he was also not picky women. Just like you, he didn't mention social status, did he?"

Disha mangosteen, though it was not seen by his mother. "But, Madam ... Yesterday, when I picked him up, something was different."

Maryam immediately turned around, looked at Disha and asked, "You mean, what's different, Nduk? I don't understand."

"Look, Mom. yesterday when the three of us stopped by lunch at a cafe owned by a friend of mas Iyan, there's something new I know." Disha squeezed the end of the t-shirt she was wearing. "Yesterday, his friend mas I who thought that I, not his future wife, Mom."

"Why did his friend Iyan say that?"

"I don't know, Mom. He just said that Iyan mas often take Sisca to his cafe."

"Mother.maybe he's just joking with you." Maryam tried to calm her agitated-looking daughter.

"No, Ma. I think he really thought I wasn't his future wife Mas Iyan." Disha tries to smile. "Yes, Mom. Later if you are a mate also certainly will not go where, right?"

Mary scooped up Disha's cheeks and said, "God willing, Nduk...."