Why Should I ?
Birthland

Clunting

Nadira's phone sounds, he who is focusing on reading a large dictionary containing foreign languages, the country he will go to immediately grabbed his phone lying on a pillow.

It says a message from "Mama".

"Mama ? Tumbens."

Batin Nadira, while opening the message without waiting any longer.

"What's the news, brother ? Mama misses you."

Piece of sentence. Yeah, just being two lines in his phone screen. However, for some reason made Nadira so happy. He smiled, then his eyes began to focus on watching his fingers send a reply message.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy ma. Mama how are you ? Dira also misses mom"

That was the reply Nadira sent. It also includes heart emoticons and loving feelings. For months Nadira had not received the attention of Kinanti, the woman he loved so much. I don't know, as bad as Kinan's attitude to Rama and Nadira, it doesn't make Nadira hate Kinanti. He still loves him, especially if he remembers, Kinanti has struggled so that Nadira can see this world.

"Mama good brother. Your brothers are good too. They miss you so much, like Mom. Brother when to play to Surabaya ?"

"Late this Sunday, Insya Allah Nadira graduated ma. Later, if you can go home, Nadira will go home to Mama."

"Wait, baby."

The message Nadira always waited for. A call of love that touched his heart. He smiled sweetly, as soon as Kinanti wrote a love to him. He's never heard it before. After Nadira decides to stay with Rama.

Maybe, this is a good road. Nadira will be able to get closer to Kinan, if Nadira prioritizes Kinan for now. That's what he's got in his mind.

One day, two days, three days, Nadira can't wait for the weekend. Not only waiting for an announcement that will bring his future much better, but he is looking forward to meeting and letting go of longing with Kinanti.

"Nadira, congratulations ! You're through, and February's leaving for Japan."

Nadira widened her eyes as soon as her guidance teacher mentioned her name. A prayer that he always asked for in every bow. God is good, he quickly answered the prayers. Although, it had to go through a winding road.

Gratitude he did. Even those happy tears were dripping down her red cheeks. How proud he was of himself. With so many people not supporting his dream, he could achieve it without giving up.

Nadira grabbed her phone. The first name he had in mind was Kinanti. Yes, it was her mother who made her happy in the past week. Nadira forgets Rama, he did not send a message even if he just informed if he graduated and will soon fly to the land of sakura.

Nadira's hands were shaking violently. The feeling of pleasure, of being moved, made him unable to regulate his own heartbeat. In fact, the tears that continued to flow, did not show the depression that he always passed throughout the journey of life.

"Ma...Nadira graduated ma. In two months, Nadira will fly to Japan."

Nadira said enthusiastically, when his phone was connected to Kinanti.

"Alhamdulillah. Mama is happy. Mama always prayed for your success all this time, sister."

"Mama, thank you. Nadira loves Mama."

Like the girl in drunk love. Nadira seemed so fascinated by Kinanti's attention over the past week. As if he does not remember someone who always wiped his tears. Who always fought for his happiness, who never thought of himself, for the sake of Nadira and his family.

"Nadira direct way yes Ma. Nadira goes straight to Mama's house now."

"Yes dear. Be careful on the road."

Nadira forgets Kinan's bad attitude. He believes that women who are getting older are changing now. Nadira also believes, Kinanti is no longer the woman who is crazy about the treasure as before. What Nadira knows now, the woman who holds the title Mama, already loves him very much now. In fact, Nadira thought that Kinanti, began to realize the mistakes he had made in the past.

Along the way to Surabaya, Nadira was inseparable from the face of sumringah, cheerfulness and impatient feeling of wanting to arrive soon. An hour, feels like a day. Even a trip that did not spend a day, really made him feel like he had been many days on the trip.

Nadira breathed a sigh of relief as soon as her feet stepped on her homeland.

"Finally, I'm back in town"

He looked around. Everything is still the same as before. Nothing has changed since Nadira left.

Nadira calls Kinanti, as she does not see the woman coming to pick her up. Honey, Kinanti's number was busy for an hour. Nadira arrived in the city.

"Madira ?"

That guy ? Nadira's shadow returned to reveal the memories he had been through before. The times he always tries to forget. A man with a large stature was waving his hands while shepherding a warm smile to him. Nadira was still stunned, he remembered very well with the man who greeted him kindly.

He walked, getting closer from where Nadira was standing.

"You're Nadira, right ?"

The man did not give up. He still looks friendly in front of Nadira, although he knows Nadira's facial expression indicates that the girl is not accepting her presence.

"Nadira, know me Abbas. You can call om, or any call that makes you comfortable. "

That man is Abbas. The man Nadira knew as the one who had destroyed his family. The man who made Kinanti tried to release Rama. That man, maybe he is an evil man in Nadira's shadow.

Nadira ignored him again. He threw away his face, his eyes wandering around. He hoped to see his mother there. Or at the very least, there is a public transport that can take it from that place. He was eager to leave immediately, and did not want to care about the man who had just introduced himself so kindly.

Abbas took his breath in. He mobilized himself to remain patient in the face of Nadira's hatred. A beautiful girl, whose real blood is her flesh. Abbas was eager to shout that fact before Nadira's ears, so that Nadira could appreciate it. But again, he abandoned his intentions. He was afraid that his beautiful growing daughter was getting harder for him to conquer his heart. He was afraid, if Nadira increasingly hated the reality.

"Nadira, I'm just here to help your mama."

Nadira glanced at him. There were things that attracted him to Abbas's remarks.

"Mama ? I didn't see Mama from that moment. So om, do not make Mama as an excuse om only."

"That's exactly Dir, your mama asked om to pick you up."

"Heh" Nadira smiled wryly as she looked away.

"Don't hope, I can trust you. Better, now you're gone. "

"But Dir..."

"Oh, or did I go Om ?"

"Hmm, just gini. Your mom is sick now. There is rarely an ojek. Public vehicles are doing a demo today. Now, the choice is on you. Want to come with Om, or still insist on waiting for your sick Mama here?"

"Mama is sick ? Haha"

Nadira chuckled at Abbas's statement.

"I know, Om is lying right now !"

"Whatever, you want to believe it or not. What is clear is that Om is well-intentioned to help your mother. If you don't accept it, yes. Om will go."

Nadira was silent. The sound of laughter echoing, suddenly disappeared instantly. Abbas's tone was very clear, not joking. But, is it possible that Kinanti is sick ? What kindness and care did Kinan give during the week is because of this ? Because he is sick ? Or the....

"Om, wait !"

Nadira pulls out her mini-copper. He ran after Abbas. The guy who really isn't going to leave Nadira. Just a decoy for the girl to think immediately, then accept her good intentions.

"Alright, Dira's coming with Om."

"I have guessed." - Abbas.

"What Om ?"

"No ! Come, up. Your suitcase let Om get in."

Only the roar of the AC of the vehicle fills the silence in the car. No words reciprocated, no music was busy accompanying. Nadira's mind drifted. Between sadness and unsettling anxiety. But, dominant with doubt that he could not read why.

While Abbas ? He was clearly lying. He was out of his mind to seduce Nadira. Now, his mind is busy with the anger of Nadira later if he knows he is lied to.

"Nadira has eaten ?" Abbas's voice broke the silence. Highlight the sharp eyes, the middle turned to look at the beautiful face next to him. The girl he had rejected with contempt. A girl he never expected to see in the world. However, after seeing him grow up, Abbas regretted ever rejecting him as a child.