Why Should I ?
Nadhira's silence

...That painful day had already been gone by a few days. An old story that needs to be repeated. An old story of tranquility....

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Nadhira strives hard in front of Nurin and Santi. He tried to develop his sweet smile, although it was very stiff and pitiful. He stretched out his hand, kissing the backs of the hands of those he realized were so very affectionate to him.

"Nadhira says goodbye to Auntie..." He spoke with a forced smile.

Nurin and Santi could only stare at each other. The two took turns hugging tightly onto the little girl's body. Girls whose age is not yet how old, but have to face the test of life is so heavy.

along the way, Nadhira's tears were incessantly crying. The fate of Rama has, it turns out that it started from the rescue of him. Yes, Rama gave himself up to save the future of a depraved boy that a dozen-year-old Nadhira hates ! Abas, who is none other than his biological father. Huh, it's really heartbreaking indeed.

Four hours of travel passed. The time continues to turn, accompanied by the roar of tears that never subsided from Nadhira. The distance was not short, but not enough to calm his heart. How not ? The wounds that had been hiding for a long time, were revealed when his reason had been able to absorb everything.

"dad, have you arrived ? not down ?" sayup-sayup heard a voice from the bus he rode spread Nadhira's long daydream.

"ah, yes . Sorry to bang." Nadhira wiped her tears. He packed his things and rushed down.

This city, no longer a foreign place to Nadhira, and will probably be the city that leads him through time and age there. In his little heart, he was determined that he would no longer stay long in Surabaya. His heart had been scratched, his wound deep enough that he thought he could not heal it. Although time has been rolling for longer.

Not the fault of Surabaya, but the city reminded him of a disappointment that he could not forget. The city that brought bitter memories that he could hardly swallow. A reality she never missed. A true story, one he never crossed in his shadow.

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Nadhira let out a long sigh when he arrived in front of Rama's house. A simple house that looks beautiful in the eyes. A house that doesn't keep many secrets about it. Home, which may be a silent witness to the stories he has not yet begun.

"Sister..."

Rama suddenly stood before Nadhira's eyes. I don't know, since when did the little man walk up to him, which he knew he had developed a sweet smile while gently touching his shoulder.

"Ah, dad, sorry..."

"Let's go in, son. Why stay here ?" Rama grabs Nadhira's small suitcase, intending to help him bring in, but is gently rejected by his daughter, the adopted daughter more precisely.

"Nadhira could well "His little daughter stepped ahead of Rama. Sadness in his storage, it was very easy to read by Rama, a man who claimed to be his father since childhood, was not the father as Nadhira had understood. But even so, Rama understands very well how the attitude and nature of Nadhira is.

Rama didn't ask much, he pretended everything was fine. He chose silence, in the difference that Nadhira showed. Not wanting to add to his daughter's burden, Rama did not want to burden Nadhira with a series of questions that might be difficult for Nadhira to explain. He just waited, hoping his daughter would express his heart without asking why and why of him.

For days Nadhira did not open his mouth. It was very different from the days before. The same routine, he woke up early and helped grandma after performing morning prayers. When he is done, he will lock himself in his room, and come out if there is anything he needs to do.

"Ram..."

"Yes mom ?"

"sit !" tell Grandma to Rama who just passed in front of her. There is a difference between Nadhira and Rama. There was no problem, but the harmony between them seemed to stretch after Nadhira returned from Surabaya.

"What's up, kid ? Same story as Mom !"

"I mean Mother ? Rama doesn't mind ma'am."

Grandma smiled, then turned off the television that had been entertaining her since morning.

"Nadhira why Ram ? You guys don't usually keep quiet like this ? "

Rama smiled, then looked at Grandma even deeper. He wants to talk, but let time explain everything that happens. What Rama thinks is not necessarily the truth. He could only guess, because Nadhira himself had not spoken anything to him. Rama only heard a little from Nurin, he got stories about Nadhira who again met with Abbas, even about the words that were thrown from the bitter mouth of Kinanti.

"There's nothing ma'am. Nadhira again focused on learning, many new languages that he needed to memorize in order to immediately fly to Japan, as he wanted." Rama is lying.

Grandma nodded in understanding, then turned on the television again. He was not satisfied with Rama's answer, but chose to understand that his son was not wanting to share his story with anyone. Although her heart was turbulent and very curious, Grandma tried to hold back. There had been many small problems that made him and Rama argue, so Grandma did not want such a thing to happen again.