Why Should I ?
Mum

Nurin repeatedly paced in front of the door of Rama's room. The room that had been since the debate yesterday afternoon was not open at all. He deliberately did not knock on the door, or persuade Rama, hoping that the man would realize what he had to fix in him.

"You didn't say good to you to Nur ?" Mother who had just come out of the kitchen caught Nurin agitated in the living room.

"If Nurin persuades Rama to go out of the room, it's the same Nurin asserted what made him angry buk."

Mother just nodded, either understood or was not wanting to discuss things that only provoked a fight. For him, seeing Rama wanted to be separated from women he did not like was enough. Although his son was still often upset because of his stubborn nature.

"Mom, Nurin said yes . Take good care of yourself ! If there's anything, immediately tell Nurin ya buk."

Nurin warmly embraced the fragile body of the mother. As if reluctant to let go, he continued to kiss Mom's two wrinkled cheeks. The sad look he always missed, the warm love he could feel, Nurin always could not bear when he was about to leave Mom at home. Although now there is Rama, but the feeling of unbearable still perched as he stepped further and further away from home.

Mom just threw a smile, waving goodbye. A sad smile that she wrapped with sincerity. He knew he would be separated from Nurin. The daughter he expected was next to him for the rest of his age.

Everything is different. Her daughter has a family. I don't want to be a selfish person. He understood very well that Nurin already had a greater responsibility when compared to him. He smiled as his heart reminded him.

"The...."

I didn't realize Rama was standing behind him. I don't know since when, the story of which part he can capture from what he saw. Mom doesn't know that.

The call in a quiet voice I didn't mind. Even to look at it, Mom refused to do. He actually walked towards the yard of the house when Nurin was no longer able to see. Mom pretended to be busy with the vegetables she had grown there.

"Where are you going ?"

Rama repeated the question. He was still trying to seduce Mom, to talk to her again. Staying together in one roof, it feels uncomfortable if each other is silent.

"There is no iso no hope other than iki Ram vegetables. Ten thousand also Alhamdulillah."

Rama was stunned to hear Mother's words. There's a word that I accidentally pressed, to insinuate him. Apparently, the debate that happened yesterday so deeply imprinted on Mom's heart. Especially about Kinanti who asked for some money to sue Rama.

If Rama is not mistaken, from every sentence that I often say since long ago, since Rama and Kinan are still married, Mother always teaches Kinanti to be an independent woman. There is no need to make big money in a month, but being a smart woman in taking advantage of opportunities, it is enough to teach yourself not to always depend on others.

Rama reached into his cell phone from his pants pocket. There was a short message there. Named Nadira, his eldest daughter who really understands his heart.

"Yes, I'll be testing soon. Doain Dira yes yes !"

"Always darling. When do you go to the house, son ?"

"Patience Father. Staying two months Dira graduated, Dira will continue to live at home with Dad, as long as Dira has not worked."

Mutual exchange of news became a mandatory routine for Rama and Nadira. In between the jokes between them, became the most powerful medicine to cure the disappointment of Rama. Nadira is the only person Rama listens to. Every word that the girl said, Rama would easily do.