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After careful consideration, finally Gita and Indra decided to return to Indonesia to visit the Papa, all Indra's work he handed over to Jhon Lucy's husband, of course they did not mind at all, even Lucy financed their return, because Nathan was there.
This tiring journey back they feel after a long time they do not feel, longing for the land of birth is increasingly becoming when the iron birds they ride have entered the skies of Indonesia.
They go home without telling anyone, deliberately wanting to surprise the truth, but they have to feel a little disappointed when they get to Papa's house.
"Seriously? Since when was Papa brought to Singapore? Why don't you tell me?" ask her to Revan the younger brother.
"Just three days ago anyway. Mama deliberately did not tell Brother, afraid you were worried," replied Revan.
Gita let out a heavy sigh, she soon had to go to Singapore to visit the Papa, but if she continued the journey in the near future would feel sorry for the three boys who were with them.
"Mate habit, we will go there later, but not today. I want to see Mama first." Gita misses the woman who has given birth to him, if only she knew the Papa was already in Singapore, of course she will go directly to Bandung to see the Mama.
"Now you guys rest aja, pity the three leaks, they're like still jetlag. I'm going outside for a minute with some business." Revan said goodbye to his brother who had just come, not the intention of leaving them but he did have an appointment with someone and could not be canceled.
Gita dribbled the three leaks to enter a room on the lower floor, she did not want to take the risk if the three boys had to sleep upstairs, afraid they ran to and fro and went up and down the stairs. He also decided to sleep in the guest room downstairs alone, along with the three boys. Even so he still saw a room that holds many memories there, his room was still a girl.
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Hearing her daughter back to Indonesia, Sinta rushed to Jakarta, she missed her daughter. Although he often came to them in London, still the longing was always accompanied in every step.
The first thing he did when he met the little family, he immediately kissed the two cheeks of the two girls who were none other than Aline and Alice, did not forget to do the same to Nathan. Sinta already considers Nathan as his grandson, because he is like a son of Gita, everywhere always go with Gita and Indra.
"Don't ask about your brother, if he already intends to return, he will definitely return. Because Mama doesn't know where she is at the moment, she's on the phone and her number changes when she calls Mama" Mama Sinta replied when she got a question from Gita about her twin sister.
"But does he know what Papa's current condition is, Ma?" ask Gita again.
Mama nodded, "She already knows, Mama already told, but she has no intention of going home. Let it be, all this is also your Papa's fault. If only he had approved of your brother's marriage, none of this would have happened" Mama replied.
Gita can see the look of sadness in both eyes of the mother. Because they have to get back apart after a dozen years apart first. Which mother is not injured when she sees her child injured, especially if the one who hurt is her own father.
"Prophey well Ma, I'm sure that if Mama asked for Brother to come home, surely Abang came home Ma," Gita hoped that the Mama would do that.
Mama shook her head, "No dear, Mama won't tell you to come home, before it's all clear. Mama doesn't want your brother to suffer again" he said.
Although the Gita does not really understand what happened, but he hopes that the problem will pass soon and they can regroup as before.
Two days in Jakarta, is enough for Gita and Indra to rest. Today he will fly to Singapore alone, because the three little boys have come with Omanya to Bandung yesterday. At first Gita objected to having to leave the three of them, but because her twin daughter whined to stay with Oma, she finally gave up and promised her daughter not to fuss while with her grandmother.
A trip not so long compared to his trip three days ago. Only about two hours of air travel, they were already in a vast country, almost the same as the capital of Jakarta, but the country was included in the list of developed countries.
"Later in the afternoon we go to the hospital together, now you rest. Mama wants to prepare our dinner to be taken to the hospital" Mama said as they reached the apartment.
But Gita did not stay silent, she felt she did not need rest, finally she helped the mother cook. They spend a lot of stories while cooking, making Mama a little relieved because there are friends telling stories and complaining, because all this time he only complained to himself, because he was just complaining to himself, it is impossible to pour out his heart to Reva, even though Revan is his son is still not as good when telling stories with fellow women.
By dusk, the three of them left for the hospital in a taxi, just a few minutes before they reached the hospital. Gita can't wait to meet Papa.
From the doorway, Gita looked at the face of one Papa with a sad look, the man looked thin and his face looked pale, inversely proportional to the last time they met. But a smile rose in the dry lips of his first love.
"Papa, why is Papa like this?" Gita immediately approached the Papa in a hasty step, hugging the thin body so tightly. Her tears poured down the hospital clothes worn by the Papa.
"I'm sorry, Dad, and thank you for coming here. Papa misses you and your brother. But it looks like your brother hasn't forgiven Papa."
To hear the words of the Papa, after this place he promised to find his brother, asking his twin to go home to see the Papa.
Papa did not let his daughter dissolve in tears, he deliberately took off a hug, then smiled at Indra. Now alternating the two men of different generations facing each other, Indra kissed the back of her hand in-laws and sat down where Gita had been sitting.
While Gita, sitting on the sofa side by side with Mama Sita. The woman had the daughter, he continued, while continuing to say the word if sant Papa will be healed and fine.
In the evening, Gita saw two of her beloved men had fallen asleep, only her and the Mama were still awake, when the time was still afternoon, not yet two and one night, he said, but Indra was already lulled in a dream, perhaps her husband was exhausted.
"Ma, I want to buy coffee, where are you?" ask Gita to her mother.
Mama also told where the cafe is located in the hospital.
Gita also went to the cafe which is located not too far because it is still in the hospital area, she is confident to walk alone at night, because the hospital still looks crowded. After buying coffee, he deliberately went through the road that looks still a lot of people passing by, and when in front of the lobby, he looked at a man of the same age as the Papa, but the face of the man was familiar to him. The man sat in a wheelchair with an infusion hose in his hand, and a young woman pushed the wheelchair.
He remembered the man's face as far as Papa's treatment room, but he had not found an answer. Until when he saw the face of the husband who was already stunned his mouth gaping wide in surprise.
"Yes! Bang, that guy looks like you. Seriously I see a Father, very much like you, plek ninety-nine percent." Enthusiasticity says.
"Where is there, baby? You may be tired to see people face similar to me," Indra does not believe, she does not want to think no-no, especially when remembering if the Papa is a person from a neighboring country who does not know what country it is. And now he's in a neighboring country too, right?
But his distrust was answered the next morning when he and Gita took Papa for a walk to the park in a wheelchair. From a distance he saw a fairly old man sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by a young woman. It was not the woman who was his concern, but the face of the man who was very similar to her. No, he couldn't believe it, it must be just a similar person, he thought.
But the young man and woman also looked at Indra with a look of disbelief, because their faces were very similar, only what distinguished the wrinkles on the face.
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