Why Should I ?
Nadira's wishes

It was the third month that Rama separated from Kinanti and her two children. However, it became the month he was looking forward to. It was Nadira's graduation day, so there was a hint of happiness she was waiting for.

The sadness over the failure of her marriage was over. Although his heart still hurts when he remembers the incident, but Rama continues to try to harden. There have been many other women who he tried to know, either through cell phones or in-person meetings.

"Well..."

Nadira was stunned in the doorway. The view is straight, right on the face of the father who was enjoying the beauty of twilight on the terrace of the house. There are no more fine lines that describe sadness. The picture gradually disappeared from the face of Rama who began to age. Rolling as time goes by.

"Eh, brother. What's the matter, dear ?"

Rama turned his head while moving his hand, asking Nadira to come closer to him. He told his daughter to sit next to him. He felt a chill that he had long forgotten. Yes, the gripping sadness made him forget that the earth is still very wide. There are various divine scratches that he can still be grateful for in addition to the woman who has managed to scratch the wound in his heart.

"Dira...Dira..this is..."

"So why ? Is there a problem ?"

Rama did not understand why Nadira suddenly had trouble speaking. He seemed hesitant to say, even difficult to string words to he hurl to Rama.

"Sister ? Is brother okay ?"

Rama repeated his question, because Nadira instead daydreamed after he asked his purpose. The girl, ducking down did not dare to vanish what she was trying to say.

"Nadira wants to talk, I don't get mad at you."

"Did you ever get angry with Brother ?"

"Nadira wants a job to Japan Well, it just so happens that from school there is a vacancy. But, Nadira had to go to language school first, and it cost a lot Well."

Rama continued to stare fixedly at Nadira's face filled with hope. It seemed, he did not have the heart to refuse it, but on the other hand he had absolutely no income. He doesn't hold money. To eat, Mother bears. Rama had worked in the capital for two months after his divorce papers came out, and the money he gave all to Nadira. Rama did not dare to ask about the money, still or already used Nadira. Nadira never talked about it either. In the past, he had said that the money was in the tube, but when Rama cleaned the room of his eldest daughter, he accidentally nudged the cat-shaped plastic piggy bank, which turned out to be empty.

"How many brothers ?"

"Thirty million Yah. That's for early education."

Rama rounded the eyes of disbelief. Thirty is also not a small nominal. Where can he get that kind of money in such a short time ? Nurin would definitely not lend her any money, let alone Mother. After all, you can't possibly have that kind of money.

"Daddy can lend that money to Dira ? Later Nadira will pay his debt if Nadira has worked well."

Rama did not understand whether Nadira understood what he was saying. Borrowing ? Thirty million ? Heh, that's not an easy thing. What can Rama guarantee ? Lives ? Self-esteem ? Or honor ? No one wants to guarantee it because not many people want to appreciate Rama. In fact, his own family is not necessarily lightly handed over such a large amount of money.

"You'll try to do it, son."

Rama rubbed Nadira's head gently. I don't know where he's going to look for her. What matters now is the happiness of her daughter. Yes, that's all Rama thought. He did not want to know about anything else, even about the mother who was giving birth to him though. Even if the money was the mother who asked, Rama would definitely curse and be angry with his high tone. There will be no promise to give or to make.

"Nadira took a shower first Yeah."

"Yes dear."

Rama's eyeballs followed Nadira's footsteps up. Keep hunting until both feet disappear behind the door.

Rama took his personal cell phone. His fingers danced agilely over the tiny screen. His eyes were fixed on the name "Nurin". Trying to muster up the courage to hit that number.

"Hallo mas, why ?"

"Call...."

"Mas Rama's...."

Rama is still stunned. Still don't believe in himself. There were no words he had spoken to answer Nurin's call.

"Hallo Mas Rama !"

Nurin was impatient. He could no longer wait for Rama to answer his questions. He began to be provoked his sense of regret, to yell at Rama to immediately answer his words.

"Hallo Rin's..."

"Didn't hear or was it intentional ?"

"Sorry Rin, mas.mas..."

"Mas why ? You're okay, right ?"

"Good mother Rin."

Rama took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, to prepare to hear Nurin's answer that might not be in line with his expectations.

"Why did you ?"

"Rin, I want to talk."

"From now on Nurin has been listening, just talk." Ketus Nurin because Rama is constantly convoluted.

"Rin, Nadira said to me that she wanted to work abroad. Go to japan Rin."

"That's good. Got it from school or how's mas ?"

"Yes, Nadira was chosen from her school. But, the cost is not cheap Rin. Can you lend thirty million to Nadira ?"

"Thirty million ?"

Nurin had not answered, and Rama still wished for him. However, he was surprised to hear Mother yelling and repeating the nominal he just mentioned. Mother's eyes were round and staring at her sharply. The vegetables in his hand had already fallen on the floor. His steps were swift, stepping closer towards Rama sitting.

Mom snatches the phone in Rama's hands. Then spoke to Nurin very loudly.

"Mother will be angry Grandma Kowe love money to Rama Nur !"

Mom hung up the phone unilaterally. He threw the cell phone at Rama, then walked back with a look of annoyance and anger.