Treasure, Throne, Renata
Admire Rania's Story

07.30 WIB – Home Rania

I noticed Kian sitting on the porch calling a stray cat. His hands were waving at anyone passing by, his crisp laughter always made anyone turn and tease him. He is almost 10 months old now, he has learned to propagate and his mouth does not stop babbling every day.

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

Ivan Calling

“ Hello. Morning Rania”, sweep it warmly.

“ Hey. Morning Van”, I replied.

“ Busy again?”, he asked.

“ Not really. Again watch Kian on the front porch”.

“ What is he again? I can walk?”, he asked.

“ Again learn the way, still to be held his hand”, I replied.

“ Her brother on why?”, she asked again. I haven't been able to answer the sound of a motorbike arriving on the porch of my house.

“ Misioniiii..mau take the Bu” package, said driver Ojol while looking at home.

“ Bentar yes Van, there is an ojek want to take Brownies”, I said while putting the phone on the table. I took out the Brownies box for the customer's order and gave it to the driver.

“ Hello Ivan, sorry there was an ojek just now. How was it?”, I asked Ivan who was waiting on his phone.

“ Nothing, just a Saturday on why ?”, he asked.

“ Oh I want to see Mas Dipta”, I replied while glancing at the wall clock.

“ Who Is Dipta?”, he asked.

“ Psychologist. He wants me to do traumatic kids”, I replied.

“ Practice where?”, ask again.

“ In Cilandak Van “, I replied.

“ Deket my Aunt dong's house. Who's the same who's there? Naek what?”.

“ Today want same kids. If you own naek ojek if bring children take a taxi online”.

“ Accompanying him why? Have a certification? Have a license to practice?”.

I haven't been able to answer a series of questions, Kica came over while pulling my hand.

“ Mamaaaa, what time to home Om Dipta? Said I wanted to be taught a picture of Little Pony”, his whine spoiled.

“ Yes Son, Mama again receive the phone first. You take a bath first gih”, I replied while telling them to take a shower.

“ Horeeee, we're going to Om Dipta's house. Kakaaaaak we want to learn a picture today?”, cried Kica to her brother. I just shook my head to see the behavior of the children, then came back to greet Ivan who had been waiting there.

“ Ivan sorry. The kids are so excited to go. How was Van? What is it?”, I asked while remembering Ivan's question.

“ Nothing really. Udah kebayang you must be busy taking care of children while selling. I am amazed by Lo Ran”, he said.

“ Loooh, amazed what the hell. All mothers are like this, Nadine is just as busy taking care of Sean”, I replied while misbehaving.

“ By the way, what was the psychologist named? If in Cilandak, of course, I often pass situ”, he said.

“ Pradipta Erlangga. He is the owner of Rumah Damai Foundation, he happens to like the love of free assistance for certain cases. I was also surprised when I was selected”, I replied.

“ Hopefully it can make you better. If you need something do not hesitate to ask for help with I”.

“ Thanks yes already so support system for me and the kids”.

“ Equally Ran. Oya please send us a photo of Kian dong, again what is he now?”.

“ Again playing alone while dancing cat like. I'll send you a picture of ya”, I replied.

“ Okay take care Ran. Bye”, the cap ends the conversation. Before I rushed to the bathroom, I photographed Kian sitting on the porch alone.

Sent message.

10.00 WIB – Peace House

The online taxi I was riding stopped at the beautiful Rumah Damai parking lot, but today the atmosphere looks different. Many children of different ages are playing on the porch. The three of us went inside and greeted Tiwi who was sitting behind her desk.

“ Morning Mbak Tiwi, tumben today is very crowded”, my broom while looking around the room full of small children.

“ Today there was a visit from the children of the orphanage, it happens to still be one ” foundation, he replied kindly.

“ Many are also held by Mas Dipta”, I said.

“ Yes Mbak. Originally the orphanage was held by the late wife of Mr. Dipta. After his death, Mr. Dipta was the one who took care of all alone”, he replied.

“ Mas Dipta's wife has died?”, you are surprised to hear his words.

“ Yes it was two years ago. Since then, she has loved free counseling. Mr. Dipta learned to treat his inner wounds by helping his fellow”.

I was stunned to hear Tiwi's words just now. I never thought such a calm man had been abandoned by his late wife. Warm smile, calm style of speech, does not reflect someone who is struggling with his inner wounds.

“ Morning Aquilla, Morning Keysha. How are you today?”, said Pradipta who just emerged from the back garden.

“ Good Om”, answer them in unison.

“You guys play behind the same new friends huh. Aunt Tiwi would like to invite you to play games exik”, invite him while holding the hands of children to the back garden. There are already dozens of children their age who sit shyly.

I followed them while standing watching the activities of the Tiwi and the children. They sat on a carpet neatly, then Tiwi gave paper and pencil to each child. Kila and Kica look enthusiastic about the games they will play. I haven't seen their laughter like this in a long time.

“ Nice to see their laughter”, he said as if he could read my mind.

“ Yes Mas, it has been a long time I did not see them this series”.

“ All this is thanks to you. Thanking yourself, you are the one determined to treat their wounds”, he replied with a smile at me.

“ These kids from where ya Mas?”, ask me to be careful.

“ They are from the orphanage I built. My late wife ran the foundation before she came home”, she replied calmly.

“ Innalillahi, I am so sorry Mas. Sorry if my question made sad”, I said sorry.

“ Sorry, if you can know the late hospital or how Mas?”, ask me curious. I don't know why that question just came out of my mouth.

“ Cuterine cancer. She only learned of her pain 3 years after we got married. He was diagnosed at stage 4. Our hearts are broken, my wife's emotions have been unstable ever since. He was crying every night. He considers that he failed to make me happy, especially we have not been blessed with momongan”, he said with a sad face. He opened his glasses, his eyes were shady as if holding back tears.

“ Then Mas Dipta take care of wife alone?”.

“ Yes, assisted sisters at home. She asked me for polygamy, because she thought she could no longer fulfill her duty as a wife”.

I was still stunned to hear the story. I tried my hardest not to shed tears.

“ Then Mas Created by yourself how?”.

“ My heart also crushed Ran. I am confused too. Every night my wife always told me that if she was called God, I had to quickly find a replacement. I tried to hold back the crying in front of him. In my heart, what if I were called first?. I also have no intention of polygamy. How can I establish heaven above his suffering”, he answered while wiping his eyes.

“ 6 months after that incident, God finally lifted all his pain. Today is exactly 2 years my wife died. I deliberately brought the orphanage children here, I want to give happiness to them, according to the mandate of my late wife”, he said while returning to wearing his glasses.

“ Almarhumah must be proud of Mas Dipta. There have been many people who Mas Dipta helped during this”, I said.

“ Insyaallah. I will help as much as I can. Seeing others happy is my greatest happiness. You yourself how are you? I even told you from earlier”, he said while returning to throw a warm smile.

“ Good Mas. Well in the truest sense”, I replied with a big smile towards him.

“ I can see that. The three of you are calmer and no load today”.

“ Since diligently filling the journal, my heart is better Mas. Turns out writing is the most pleasant medium to remove all toxins in my mind”.

“ That's what I did Ran. Don't stop writing, I always want to read your writing. I am amazed by your development, the children also seem happier now”.

“ Papa Diptaaaa, please teach a picture of dong” beach, said a child of Kica age who called Dipta with Papa call.

“ Oh do you want pictures now?. Papa follow the picture can?”, just while taking the paper in the child's hand. Pradipta gave me a code to join the garden.

We approached the crowd of children, I saw Kila and Kica were drawing with fun.

“ Friends, we have a new friend. This is Aquilla's brother and Keysha's sister. Sister Aquilla is smart pictures, want to see their drawings?”, say Pradipta to her foster children.

“ Want to see Paaaa”, replied the children of the house in unison.

“ Brother, can you stand while showing the picture?”, pinta Pradipta. Kila stood up while showing a picture of a meadow and a white horse standing upright.

“ Waaah, very good Sister. The story again where tuh?”, asked Paradipta while staring in amazement at the picture.

“ I don't know. Anyway somewhere the most beautiful”, he replied.

“ Nice Brother. Thank you yes. If Brother Keysha where is the picture?”, ask Kica

“ My picture is not finished, I can not make a good horse Om”, he replied slowly.

“ Here Om help make ya”, he replied while inscribing pencil strokes to Kica's paper, he easily drew a horse with a beautiful mane, Kica to be amazed to see it.

“ Thank you Om. Very good horse. Can I take it home no?”, the door was excited.

“ Can coke. It will be colored at home with Brother Ya”, he replied while stroking my son's hair.

Just as the sight shook my heart, Pradipta's gentle attention to the children swept me away. Kila and Kica seemed happy sitting with Pradipta, the same laugh as Rayendra was still beside them.

“ Yaaaa, it's 12 noon now. It is time for friends to wash their hands, then take the lunch box inside. We'll all get ready for lunch”, take Tiwi while shepherding the kids to the sink.

“ Mas, it's 12 noon. I can not for long, kasian Kian I live at home”, I said while saying goodbye to Pradipta.

“ Well, eat first Ran. Kasian kids haven't eaten” yet, sahutnya prevent me from going home.

“ Thank you, next time only. Afraid Kian nangis nyariin me “, pamitku.

“ Alright then. See you again Brother and Keysha, later continue to learn the picture ya”.

“ Yes Om “, answer them both.

“ Rania, order me only one. Please hug your three children every day. All they need right now is just that”.

“ Good Mas. God willing I will hug them every day and every time”.

I threw a smile at the figure of the man who was looking at me with his warm gaze. Not forgetting I ordered a taxi online on my phone, just seconds we got the car immediately.

“ Good afternoon, with Ms. Rania ya”, greet the driver.

“ Afternoon Sir. As per the application yes address”, I said while sliding my body. Slowly the car we were riding drove into the toll gate.

“ Mama, it was really exciting playnya”, said Kica.

“ Yes, I am happy when playing at home Om Dipta. We will play there again, right Mam?”, asked Kica.

“ Wait Om Invited yes, will we come if called just”, I replied while stroking their heads.

“ Om Dipta is good yes Ma, the picture is also very good”, said Kica while observing a picture of a horse made by Pradipta. Kica's eyes have begun to slur, his head has also fallen due to drowsiness.

“ His son sleepy yes Mom, want me to turn off the radio?”, asked the driver who observed my son in his middle spy.

“ Don't need Sir. It's okay “, I replied.

I look at my children who have closed their eyes, they must be sleepy because of fatigue. The picture Pradipta made was still tightly grasped, my heart warm to see the smiles of my two daughters today. I heard a song playing on the car radio. I began to close my eyes while enjoying the beautifully-tuned song.

I'm hooked on your word

I bewitched your soul

Admired at your sight

The way you see the world

I hope you know that I inspired your heart

I don't have to have you

But may I always be near you

Falling Heart - Raisa