TOAST
* Slice 268, Regrets

Qeena fell asleep in her room. Dafi who had just returned from the Clinic immediately took a shower first because of the smell of sweat and there was the rest of the soil attached to his body. After finishing the bath, Dafi fell asleep in bed with Qeena.

"Every night did not eat, this morning also did not look like breakfast, already this afternoon Dad's son has eaten yet huh?" ask Dafi while rubbing Qeena's stomach.

Qeena is still a manyun.

"What's? not eat? What does Dede want to eat? rice, fried noodles, kwetiau, gado-gado, ketoprak, soto, pizza or what?" dafi continued to talk to her stomach Qeena.

Qeena pretended to be asleep.

"Would you take a walk? or want to buy food via ojol? Dad was hungry too, the food that was given by the citizens had been spoiled for the people who buried Rian. Now it's under the wheelbarrow meatballs, chicken noodles the same siomay .. Dede want?" continued Dafi.

Qeena was still pretending to be asleep.

"Where did Dede eat it? maybe if you can do magic, you can enter the food into the stomach" said Dafi still talking to himself while kissing the stomach Qeena.

Dafi's phone rang, there was a call from the number of his father Zahwa. Dafi accidentally pressed the loud speaker button and fell asleep behind her Qeena.

His father Zahwa thanked Dafi for his help to Zahwa last night, as well as conveying his condolences for Rian's departure.

"Now want to go straight home, sir?" ask Dafi.

"Tomorrow to get on the plane the morning, we just arrived at the hotel this afternoon, do not know the fate of Zahwa if you do not meet. Again thank you very much" said his father Zahwa.

"Yes I happened to pass there sir, maybe if someone else could do the same thing, what is the condition of Zahwa now Sir? last night I was afraid until my hand was held. Want to ask also I did not have time because I want to rush to the house" said Dafi.

"Alhamdulillah has been calm and can tell all the events" replied his father Zahwa.

"What happened sir? yes if you can know anyway, if you can not know also gapapa" continued Dafi.

HP taken with Zahwa. He will tell you, there is still a heavy sound like crying out.

"Mas ... thank you" said Zahwa.

"Yes .. Are you okay? if you do not want to tell a story also gapapa" replied Dafi.

"Mas still remembers many studies of new people in the area around Wa residence. The story is after returning from Semarang at that time, active again in the study of the mosque, invited by high school friends. A little far from home. Yes because we will need to continue to upgrade knowledge, finally join deh, itung-itung adds Wa insight about religion. Three weeks into the study, there was nothing strange, now we were finally invited to join his graduates to Jakarta, there was a mass circumcision event reportedly, he said, we were asked to help because there would be two hundred orphans and a dhuafa who would be mass circumcised. It is very reassuring that we have pamphlets and photos of registered participants. The same permit Papa can come to Jakarta, finally on the specified day, we are invited to use the car, there are several other High School friends also come. All accommodation and transportation is responsible. The road trip is good enough to be in Jambi, continue to take a plane to Jakarta. From Halim Perdanakusuma Airport we were picked up the same bus responsibilities so as to go to a house that is quite luxurious, a level house with a neat household and behind his house there is a swimming pool. There seems to be a gathering place from various regions. There were about fifty people. Not so long came a father, his stature was high, white and clean looking like a pious man. Her husband is ustadzah. He gave a lecture. Dengerin the reflection of the Father frankly none of whom Wa believes, because it does not connect using logic. Even so, listen. Keep our HP collected first to be more focused on worship, because if you hold HP must be a lot of interference in worship. Finished the lecture turned out the Father told us to take ablution, we want to pray together. Well the invitation to pray together, of course, we all accept. One by one the people present took turns to take ablution, finished taking ablution, some asked to borrow mukena because they did not bring it. Eh answered prayer does not need to wear mukena, so tuh pray wear ordinary clothes even though not wearing hijab also gapapa. Each person must stretch the hand first as a distance of prayer, so ga meeting shafnya. Men and women can be anywhere do not need to be separated, because in Mecca in front of the Kaaba also agreed not to cancel the ablution. Wa who feels this weird is not very good. This is not our religious teaching. Finally he fled while the prayer was still going on. Wa ga bring nothing because in mind Wa had to leave the house. Yes, the plan was to run to the police station. There are chasing but Wa managed to escape from them. Run no course because you do not know where to go, do not remember to Mas Dafi's house. Actually also confused about whether to run away, do not know how to escape, but see the strangeness, Wa does not care and must be able to leave. Armed with legs, Wa ran as fast as he could without footwear. After far away and felt safe ya sit because of cape. Sampe finally met Mas Dafi to nolongin. The grieving condition of Mas Dafi could not help Wa any further except waiting for the family to pick him up" Zahwa said.

"Oh Allah .. How do your friends live?" ask Dafi.

"This Wa wants to go to the police station, yes still remember a little bit of the way. Although there is a slim possibility that they are still there" Zahwa said.

"Is this a misguided recitation for criminal acts or human trafficking?" dafi said.

"Ga tau Mas" replied Zahwa.

"Yes .. I hope your report can be followed up, sorry Mas can not help, there is still a study tonight" said Dafi.

"Gapapa Mas ." said Zahwa.

Qeena opened her eyes and turned her body towards Dafi.

"Aamiin ya rabbal'alamin" replied Dafi.

Then Dafi continued the conversation with Zahwa because Zahwa was crying again. His father Zahwa had also transferred the used Dafi money, had asked for Dafi's account number.

The phone connection has been cut off. Dafi put his HP on the table. He was about to sleep because the drowsiness started to attack. Just wanted to close his eyes. Qeena hugged him from the side.

"Mas ... hungry." said Qeena.

"Well .. take your meal, already know who ate both" said Dafi.

"You eat" whined Qeena.

"Yes eat, it's under there's still a cart selling it" replied Dafi while bristling.

"So aja nawarin all sorts, now even cuek. Mas mah so, no dear to Qeena" said Qeena lash.

"Amun deh Neng .. don't do it dong, Mas cape right from last night the driver himself continues to take care of this, just a moment Mas want to rest first" said Dafi.

"Tuh De ... Your father mah so .. his promise to take a walk, wong down aja ga want. Yes, we have a walk together, yes De, look for good food. Who knows in the restaurant we meet the chef or his handsome owner" said Qeena while talking to his stomach.

"Wait .. wait .. wait .. come on. Come on. Anterin Mas down. If it does not fit the new ojol message. Still doesn't fit, too, yeah we're looking out. Kelar dong ya nambeknya? trust Neng .. Mas ga may not be the same kind of Zahwa, we still know the limits" said Dafi, holding Qeena's hand and guiding her down the stairs.

"Yes no story" insisted Qeena.

"Why tell me if the situation is like that plus you have been burned with jealousy" said Dafi.

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It turns out that regret sometimes comes too late, once we waste someone and finally he leaves before we can apologize to him and change our attitude towards him, time will turn around and never go back to the past as we please. This is what Miss Fia felt. You could say that in the past Bu Fia's attitude towards Rian was very cruel and did not even deserve to be called a mother.

Bu Fia differentiates Rian from his other children because of the privileges he cannot accept. Ms. Fia always subordinates Rian. Although after the departure of Mr. Dzul, slowly everything changed, because of the intervention of Qeena of course. Rian's death was like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, Bu Fia's heart was completely broken, not knowing what to say.

Especially this morning, Miss Fia found Rian's diary. Writings disheveled. This book began to fill up not far from the date of Dafi's wedding. At that time, Rian was able to read and write.

#Why is Mother always angry with Rian?#

#Sorry Rian ya Bun. When will you play with Rian?#

#Rian wants to be hugged by Mother#

Around that, just fill in each sheet. Apparently Rian's memory is full of thirst for affection from a Mother.

Seen from his writing if Rian is very excited to learn to be a "normal child" in the eyes of Bu Fia. Remembering the words of Qeena that once made Bu Fia aware.

"Over the years he's learned so many things to look normal, he's special, but he's also a human being and he's the child born of love in this family, why ignore it?" said Qeena at the time.

Ms. Fia was crying in Rian's bed, regretting all the mistakes of the past, why could that person do all the wrong things to a child who was as innocent as Rian.