Why Should I ?
Delivering News

Since hearing the mother's screams when the late Grandma Wati fell, and was pronounced dead, until three days passed, Nadira did not touch her phone at all. He left his hand-held phone, lying just on his study table that was used by Alena, his little sister.

Nadira was still pensive on the small bed in her room. His eyes were puffy looking outwards from the rusty window, a very worn out window. I don't know, I don't think if his presence there brings disaster to the grandmother. Ah, no one said so, but Nadira continued to curse herself. Wati's grandmother has always disliked her since long ago, even though Nadira is so fond of her. He should not have come to the house again, as Wati's grandmother said a few hours before he died. Nadira did not think much before, he considered the curse of the dead Grandma was a common thing, the thing he always did to him, even became a habit so that Nadira never put into the heart. Nadira was never hurt by that. Moreover, Nadira knows, Wati's grandmother is so affectionate with Kevin and Alena, unlike him. For Nadira it has been pleasing his heart, it has made him much calmer, it has made him much calmer, nadira was no longer in the house.

Regretting everything that happens will not bring back what has been lost. Nadira rubbed his two eyes that still faithfully let out tears, clear crystals in the eye fertilizers never dry up.

Nadira walks to the study table, to reach for a phone that may already hold a lot of messages from those closest to him. From friends, from family who heard about the news of Wati's grandmother. One by one he opened the message, making his tears wet again because of the crying that he could not weep. Self-pity, more than the insults he always heard from someone he now cries. Heart-piercing meaning, no matter how painful it is to lose the person we love, even though that person never thinks we exist, not even expecting our presence on the side of his life.

nadira's eyes were fixed on a single message, centered on someone's writing, which jolted his heart. Nadira opened it very carefully, very slowly reading one word at a time, even counting the missed calls.

"Astaghfirullah, Dad ? why can I forget! "

Nadira immediately pressed the phone button to contact Rama. I know the man must have been very anxious waiting for news. In fact, it could have been a few days not soundly sleeping, not even greedy to eat.

"Assalamualaikum brother ! Wherever you go, brother, I'm worried about you. "

One long sentence, with a worried tone, did not have the heart of Nadira to listen. his voice was so hoarse, probably because he had been staying up for days, so his health was disturbed. Nadira again felt guilty, but at a different person.

"Wa'alaikum greetings Father."

Nadira could not hide her tears. Rama could hear that.

"Sister, why are you baby ?"

"I'm fine, sorry Nadira, Nadira always makes Dad cry, Nadira fails to be a good child..... Nadira forgot."

The tail of the long sentence that Nadira said, bore small grains in the corner of his eyes. Nadira could not hold back her crying alone, she let her tears break in front of her father.

"Well, baby, you don't have to cry. Now I'm relieved, because I heard you're okay."

Nadira was still a bit of a whim.it was not only his negligence on Rama that made him cry. Nadira also still crying over the departure of Grandma Wati, because at the end of his life, grandma Wati still mention and show how much he hates Nadira.

Not the pain of being hated, but the presence of Nadira there, making Grandma Wati harbored hatred in the rest of her breath. That is what makes Nadira so sorry, back to his homeland.

"Why brother ? Why is my sister still crying ?"

"Dad....."

"Yes ? Why Brother ? There's a problem with my sister's education ?"

"No yeah. Brother graduated, brother will leave in February."

"Alhamdulillah O Allah. I am proud brother. I'm proud of my brother."

Hearing Rama's confession, Nadira's cries became increasingly. He ducked, then dropped his body on the study chair made of wood. He was lethargic, not even having the strength to deliver the bad news that befell the Kinanti family.

"Will you still care about Grandma Wati who hates her so much if I tell her this news ?" Inner Nadira.

"Aren't you sad about leaving ?"

Rama softened his tone, fearing that what he said would hurt his daughter. Rama is confused, Nadira should not show feelings so sad when he reported that he graduated and will soon fly, to the land of Sakura, the country he always dreamed of.

In Rama's mind, Iya knew, his daughter was hiding something. There are things that hurt his heart, but Rama does not know what it is.

"Dad... "

"Why son ? Dad to where you can ?"

"Not yeah ! Nadira is gone. Nadira, it's not on the course anymore."

"Where is it now ?"

"Nadira in Surabaya well..."

Instantly, Rama silently heard his daughter's answer. He hesitated to say anything more. Nadira, already dare to go there without saying goodbye to him. Nadira lost the news because she was happy with her mother. Rama realizes that Nadira is not his own. However, his heart still hurt to hear the reality that Nadira said.

"I'm sorry, Nadira forgot to say it to me."

"Yes Dir, it's okay. How are your brothers there ? Everything should be ?"

Rama's tone has changed. He was no longer as warm and worried as before. Even the affectionate call that he always gave off no longer sounded friendly.

"They're fine. But Grandma Wati....." The crying broke again. Nadira was unable to say that, his sentence halted in the esophagus. It all hurt to him. Moreover, hearing the response from the father who sounded dislike if Nadira was in the environment of his birth. Yes, Nadira understood, if it was also a painful thing for Rama. He realized, his decision to leave without saying goodbye was a mistake that scratched the wound in his heart.

"Why Grandma Wati ? She's angry with you ?"

"No yeah. That's not it !"

"Then ?"

"Grandmother Wati......Grandma Wati, it's not there."

"There is no ? What do you mean, son ? Get out of the house, or how ?"

"Wati's grandmother fell in the bathroom, then died well. Nadira was wrong, Nadira shouldn't have come here. Grandma doesn't like yah. Nadira is wrong....."

"Shhhttt....Brother, don't talk like that, brother. It has become the destiny of the Almighty. Already, have given my greetings to mama with your aunt yes son. I am so sorry for the passing of Grandma Wati. "

Nadira nodded his head.then, he took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Following the instructions of what Rama said.right, it made his heart a little relieved. Rama taught him how to calm down, to cool down, to make things easier. It was not supposed to let his heart fall into solitude. Not necessarily, Kinanti would care about that. Nadira must be smart and in determining the direction where his heart should sail and sort out the things he needs to regret, even with the things he needs to listen to.

"Whose phone is the same ? How to cry ?"

The innocent voice with the innocent nothing made him shocked. Nadira turned to the source of the voice, right behind him stood a small child with unraveled hair, round eyes looking at him in wonder. Yeah, who else if not Allena. Little princess Rama, who always misses her father in the joy he always shows.

"What is Father ?"

Nadira is still tight-lipped. He was afraid that if he said something honest, Kinanti would be angry with him. As far as Nadira knew, during the breakup Kinanti did not allow Alena and Kevin to talk to Rama. Never mind to meet him, saying a word about Rama will cause Kinanti's anger. But Dira was also unable to lie to Alena, however Nadira knew, if her sister was very longing for the affection of her father.

"This.this...."

Allena ran with pleasure. He snatched the phone from Nadira's grasp, without first hearing Nadira's answer. He was impatient, telling his father at length. He was also impatient to convey the greeting of longing that he had been keeping alone.

Allena took the phone to the bed. He stretched out his body, like a girl drunk in love. Not in other men, but in the figure of the father who used to always make him laugh.

"Dad, Allena's kangen. When do you come home ?"

The first question Allena asked. Her face looked warmer waiting for an answer. Nadira was still stunned near the study table, his mind wandered to think of bad things if it was discovered by Kinanti.

I don't know what Rama said. Nadira could not hear clearly. To be sure, that answer made Allena smile. There was hope at the corner of his lips.

A lot of Nadira's fear suddenly approached. Rama must be telling lies to his sister. To comfort, so that Alena does not always whine asking for her return. But, what is Nadira worried about now, what is the tomorrow of her sister ? Nadira is afraid because Allena is often injured because being lied to makes him grow into a figure that is difficult to believe the circumstances again. Nadira was also afraid, if Alena continued to be lied to, she would continue to keep the wound.to form a puddle of grief, which was difficult to heal. Nadira knows how that feels. Keep it alone and let it all look fine.

Almost an hour of conversation between Allena and Rama was unfinished. Increasingly suppressing the red day in an uncertain fear.

"It's sister. Thank you, sister, for letting Allena talk to you. Allena promised, Allena won't tell me anything."