Why Should I ?
Honest

Nadhira cheered. He jumped up and down after reading a piece of paper he had just obtained from the post pack. His face that had been moody for a few days now shone. The sadness that was there seemed to be swept away, vanished with a charming smile that for days he had hidden. Rama knew that, along with a smile of relief despite not knowing what makes Nadhira so happy. In fact, he did not want to directly ask, he quieted for a while, only to see a long-sinking laughter, watching a smile that never appeared after the storm that hit.

Nadhira passed Rama just like that. His eyes continued to focus on the piece of paper in his hand. It was not that he had not seen Rama there, but that his heart still felt strange, he had not fully recovered. Scratches of wounds embedded since childhood, as if new pain. Yes, although it is not Rama's fault, but Nadhira's ego is still soaring that he still does not want to start the conversation.

"Sister...."

Nadhira stopped at the doorway. His footsteps were silent, his hands still glued to the doorknob.

"Dad's sorry if dad .dad's wrong." Rama bowed lethargic. His heart was no longer able if it had to withstand the longing for his little daughter. Rama could not remain silent for too long in ignorance of his daughter's troubles.

Clear crystal fell in the corner of Nadhira's eyes. He ran back to Rama and hugged him tightly. His sobs he spilled so much in the warm embrace of the father.

"Why haven't you ever been honest with Dhira ?"

"Honest ? What you have to say honestly, son. I never lied to you..."

"Even until this moment, I still give in to my lies ! Why is yah ?" Nadhira stretched out her embrace. He stared at the twinkle of Rama's eyes full of question marks.

Their cries intertwined, making the grandmother who was busy cooking in the kitchen run in tears because she was shocked to hear Nadhira yell.

"grandma opo to Ram ? Dhir ? it's still early in the morning when wes storm wae ?"

Nadhira let out a long breath. He walked straight to the long sofa in front of the television. His body he put down violently, while hitting the sofa hard.

"Opo nduk ?" Grandma approached Nadhira, then stroked the girl's back.

"Grandma know that Nadhira isn't grandma's granddaughter ?"

Like in a lightning strike, Nadhira's question really spurred Rama's heartbeat. His eyes widened as a simple question was thrown from Nadhira's tiny lips. The bad shadow that had haunted his dream had now come true. The gift that his daughter brought from the Kinanti residence was a truth that he had been shut for a dozen years.

"Sister, why did you ask like that ? Are you thinking that Dad's grandma's adopted son ?" Rama is still pretending to be stupid. He gave up covering his own heart.

"Dad, stop this drama..." Nadhira pleaded with a look of sadness. "Sir, please tell me honestly "

"Anu..piye yes .mm..."

"What did your mama say sister ?" Nadhira put his foot up. His weak voice, now turned firm and loud.

"Nadhira just needs dad's honesty...."

"Tell me first, what did your mom say there ?"

Nadhira took a deep breath, "Mama said, Nadhira should respect that son of a bitch's father. Mama said b* son of a bitch it's Dhira's father..." Nadhira's tears broke again. He was unable to accept that reality. His hatred for Abbas has filled his heart, how he can accept, and then respect the man he has branded as the destroyer of the harmony of his family.

"Now, tell dad ! Please....."