Why Should I ?
Uneasily

"Huff, so tired."

Nadira threw his body on a single bed that he had not occupied for a long time. The room is a patch, which since childhood has always been a witness to all the feelings that raged in Nadira's soul. This room, the room that becomes soft when his heart is twisted. Calm, when the ears must hear thousands of debates that always and always occur in his family. Maybe, it's not there anymore. Because Kinanti's dream of parting with Rama had been achieved. So, there is no longer any reason for any commotion that occurs inside the house of his grandfather, the husband of Grandma Wati.

"Oh yeah, I haven't told you that I graduated."

Nadira got back up from the bed. He forgot the tiredness that gnawed at his body. His feet, he dragged towards the old study table, to reach for his cell phone. His fingers are agile playing on the screen of the phone, his eyes are observant looking for ID with the name "Dear beloved" in the row of contacts he keeps.

tut....

"Where the hell is it ?"

Three calls seem to be unable to respond from Rama. Yes, maybe the man is at work, or busy with other things. Otherwise, he might not have rejected the princess's call or even intentionally not to answer it.

'Yes, I'll send you a message.' Inner Nadira. He looked back at the screen, and wrote down something he wanted to say to Rama.

"Sister...Sis....."

However, had not had time to send a message, Nadira was surprised by the voice of Kinanti who shouted calling her name. His voice was hysterical, impressed that something was happening to him.

Nadira throws her phone. He forgot about the message that had not been sent. With a quick step, the girl approached the source of the voice. Along with the two Kinanti brothers who were also shocked by Kinan's screams.

"What's Dir ? Why is your mom screaming ?"

"Dira doesn't know Auntie either. Better, we'll soon samperin Mama..."

Nadira, Wulan and Santi rushed towards the source of the sound. The closer, the clearer Kinan's scream. Sobs and she keeps saying the word "Mother".

"Ma, Grandma why Ma ?"

"Mother....."

Nadira's body was limp when he saw Grandma Wati had been lying in the bathroom. The middle-aged woman was unconscious with her head in Kinanti's lap.

"Mother fell...."

Shouted as if in disbelief. Ma'am Wulan checked Grandma Wati's pulse and breath.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un."

Wulan broke out after she learned the fact that her mother was dead. Seeing Wulan's response, Nadira and the others screamed. Her crying echoed, inviting people around to come to their homes.

People are quick to respond to what is happening. They embrace the bodies of their family members, and bring them a little backwards to make it easier for other residents to evacuate the bodies.

Here, Kinanti's cries could not be held. The youngest of the three siblings, is the favorite child of Grandma Wati. Until, it was the hardest hit once he knew his mother had gone home first.

Several times Kinanti fell unconscious. He did not think, if so soon he had to part with his mother.

Nadira continued to hug Kinanti's body. Although his heart was also broken seeing the incident, but he seemed calmer than Kinan. Perhaps, because he had not been so close to Grandma Wati since childhood. Although sad, he more legowo accept the reality that exists.

"Age, no one can guess."

*****

"Three missed calls ?"

Rama opened his phone. Since the morning, he was too busy to work so he could not hold a cell phone.

"Nadira ? What is this, how to tumben to the phone many times."

Rama spoke alone. He tried to contact Nadira. Several times, but no answer. He also sent a message, but there was also no response from Nadira.

"What's up, brother ?"

"Sorry, I was working."

"Aren't you okay, are you ?"

Rama repeatedly glanced at his cell phone. His fingers also pressed the power button more often, to just make sure if his daughter was okay. In fact, occasionally he tried to contact Nadira by phone. But unfortunately, until the morning before, Nadira still no response.

Rama began to fidget. His heart raged no matter what it felt like. Nadira has never been like this before. He must always send a message, even though it is just a word of encouragement for the father.

"Where are you, brother ? Since yesterday there has been no news."

Rama is getting worried. She was afraid something bad might happen to her daughter. His heart and mind did not stop praying. He constantly and constantly cried out to the Creator, for the safety of his daughter.

He had not been able to sleep all night, and even during the day at work he could not focus. His mind continued to be busy with Nadira, who lost news after his phone did not have time Rama answered.

Rama hurried to get his things done. He was getting ready to go home to his mother. Rama has been staying at work for a week. Perhaps, if not the restlessness of his heart, Rama would not have decided to go home.

"Mom's Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikum hail...."

There was the voice of Mother who answered the greetings with a slight shout. Maybe he was busy at the back, so his voice first turned on him before he showed his nose.

"Loh Ram ? You want tumben to come home ?" Mother asked as she opened the door and saw that Rama was standing in front of her. His face was gloomy, it was easy enough for Mother to guess the state of Rama's heart. However, to find out what happened, Mother could not see only from the look on her son's face.

"Yes buk."

Like the ogah-ogahan of the road, Rama dragged his feet to enter the house after he kissed the back of Mom's hand. The sad face, he could not hide it. He did not show a smile even though he looked into the eyes of the mother.

"Huffa"

Rama threw his body on the living room sofa. He threw a black hat on the table.

"Is there a problem with le ?"

I came back with a cup of warm tea. He laid it before Ramah. Calmly, he tried to ask Rama slowly. Fear, as it always happens. Rama could be suddenly angry if his mood is erratic as it is now. This incident, greetings like when Rama only accepted the reality of his separation with Kinanti, a woman who had made him crazy, to forget the dignity of a man.

"Nadira, what's calling Mom ?"

Rama looked towards Mom. Inside the dim eyes, there was hope from the question he had just asked Mom.

"No." said Mom, shaking her head. "What's up to le ?"

"Yesterday, Nadira called Rama buk, but Rama did not have time to answer because Rama was still working. Continuing at night, Rama called back many times without an answer. The message Rama sent has not been read until now. Rama is afraid buk, Rama is afraid of something happening to his brother."

Rama gave a long explanation. His fingers held my mother's hand. I could feel how deeply Rama's fear was. His hands were very cold, his face was pale, his eyes were soft. Rama hasn't eaten since yesterday. He must be busy thinking about Nadira, to forget his own needs.

"Maybe Nadira no duty le. sopo ngerti, indeed banned by his teacher. Can't hold hp. Wes, don't think of the elect. I'm sure Nadira's fine now."

I tried to make Rama calm. He rubbed his son's back, saying things that could relieve Rama's heart. Although I was confused, I tried to calm down. I don't want to add to Rama's burden.

"But ma'am, if it's like that, Nadira is not sure to tell you before."

"Nadira has been trying to contact you le. But, you're busy. Already, you don't think strange ! I'm ready to eat yes, surely you haven't eaten."

Mom got up from the bench. His step towards the kitchen, preparing a delicious dish Rama's favorite. I know very well, Rama likes chicken opor. Incidentally, he had stock in the chicken in the refrigerator. He deftly prepared various spices and cooked for Rama as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Rama still slumped in the living room. He repeatedly glanced at his phone. I hope Nadira will tell me soon. Hopefully, his daughter gave him some good news. Although he tried hard to think positive, but his heart still could not be lied to. Rama was very anxious to think about Nadira.

"Ram...."

"Rama...."

The seductive aroma was already smelling from the direction of the kitchen. Mom screams to say her son's name. Rama closed his eyes, enjoying the delicious aroma of the mother's cooking.

"Come Ram, eat first."

She stood beside Rama. His hand gently brushed the child's hair. Seduce him, so that his son would bribe the rice even if only a few spoons.

"Rama is not hungry yet." elak Rama.

"You're not kasian to the same mother ? Wes' mom is tired of cooking for you."

Rama looked at his mother's face. A face that often calms him. Fine wrinkles, which made him unable to return to hurt his heart like before.

"Yes, Rama ate. What are you cooking ?"

With a forced smile, Rama carved on her beautiful lips. He got up, grabbed the mother and walked to the dining room. There is a complete menu of Rama's favorite. There is chicken opor, tofu bacem and tomato sauce terasi that always makes Rama addicted to go home.

"Well, if it's like this Rama must be eating ma'am."

Rama pulled the chair, and so did Mom. Quickly, Rama opened the plate, filled it with two rice puffs, and all the side dishes served on the table.

Rama forgot about Nadira. He ate very well, like someone who was starving. Ah, that's right ! Rama was starving because since last night, he did not bribe rice at all.

"Don't you like le ?"

Rama closed the spoon, then gulped down some water. A plate full of it he ate quickly. Even he was belching because of the satiety.

"Nake a buk. This is what Rama always wanted to go home." Praise Rama, who is said to have a happy smile from his mother.