I know you're cheating

Different remains one

Widya wiped the corner of the watery eye. He fixed the glasses he was wearing. Looking again at the upper arm and the chest of Dikta who looks with a concerned look. Slowly, her wrinkled hands trembled touching the skin surface of her grandson's arm. He felt that again. His grandson's wounds did not heal completely.

"You covered her scar with a tattoo. Is that enough?" lirih Widya was full of pity.

Dikta momentarily lowered. Clear crystal granules re-collect on the eyelids. He shook. Biting the lower lip to relieve pain that may never fully heal.

Yes, he does have a lot of tattoos. Almost filled the entire surface of his chest, abdomen, back, upper arms, thighs, even his right calf. However, it was not an option that he took to satisfy himself against art like a handful of people. Compared to far away, he filled almost the entire body with images that would never fade precisely to hide the wounds caused by the great fire.

"Once again, forgive Grandma. I'm sorry that you have to lose so much time with your family because of our selfishness" Widya said as she pulled her only grandchild into her arms.

It was not without reason that he had so much blame on his granddaughter. Because, behind a disaster, there will always be a scapegoat to relieve a little pressure felt. Moreover, Tama was the only child she had. Also, with Risma. She was Sani's only surviving sister at the time. They depend on each other. Form a whole family and share love in the warmth of the family.

And, when the fire broke out, neither Widya nor Sani, both were ready to lose the people on whom they were focused and their life expectancy. Then, upon seeing that only Dikta had survived, only that child they had considered fitting as a momentary emotional outlet without knowing the great repercussions that would follow.

There is always regret at the end of the story. However, a hot head is often too ignorant and ogah consider everything. Moreover, if the mouth is much faster to speak than the heart that should first weigh the taste. Then, of course, the doom that waits will be a punishment that will gladly give a wound.

"Dikta, who is this woman?" widya asked after the whole situation became a little calm. At least, Dikta was willing to forgive them even though his behavior was still seen trying to give distance.

"She's Varissa. My future wife" said Dikta proudly.

Widya's gloomy face instantly turned bright. Pun, with Sani and Wildan. A wide smile immediately filled their faces that were originally just wallowing in grief and regret.

A little awkward, Varissa moved to greet Widya, Sani and Wildan alternately. Indeed, the moment of his introduction felt very ill-fitting. But, what can I do? The goal here is to pride yourself on the family that once threw away her future husband that she is the woman who can most accept Dikta without caring about any lack. But, who would have thought, the ending was like this. He thought that the Dikta family would still hate Dikta. However, thankfully it turned out that bad premonition was not proven. On the contrary, the misunderstanding that had occurred over the years had ended.

"It's so pretty!" praise Widya while stroking Varissa's long hair as the beautiful woman shakes her hands.

Varissa blushed in embarrassment. Can only spread a smile while glancing at Dikta once in a while.

"The Borneo princess is beautiful, Grandma!" chirps Dikta praised his future wife.

Widya's forehead appears folded. That worries Varissa. Will Widya be the same as Retno? Does not like women from other tribes mixed in his family.

However, those worries instantly changed as Widya's crisp laughter sounded. Sani and Wildan also smiled.

"Well, the more varied our family is, Ni!" widya said to Sani. The biological sister of his favorite daughter-in-law.

"Yes, Mom! I'm the same Maakku is a Palembang mixed Tagalog, the original mother of Java, and now, we want to have a Kalimantan ghost. Sani can't wait to see what Sani's granddaughter will be like." The face of the woman in her 45s looks more sparkling.

Varissa's face suddenly turned red. Not married yet, we talked about marriage. He felt so very embarrassed. Although the second marriage, but it feels no less thrilling than the first marriage.

"That's great, having families from all kinds of tribes, Mom! Look at me, my son! Cross Palembang-Tagalog and Bugis make his face handsome like a soap opera artist. In High School, the girl who chased him a lot. They said, My smile is sweet." Sani began to boast of her son.

"Most importantly, moral number one. Whatever the tribe, where it comes from or whatever the family background, it doesn't matter. Badness does not come from the tribe you belong to. Badness arises from the self. There is no such thing as a better A or a better B. It's bullshit! One ugly, does not mean all become ugly," Wildan said at length mediate.

Varissa nodded excitedly. That's correct! I'm with you, Om!" he murmured in the heart. Yes, parents should be this wise. Not like his old father-in-law. Who only looks at the degree of a person through his tribe. What if it is different tribes? Don't all parents, religions, races and groups teach kindness? So why should we be distinguished?

"Varissa has been married before" said Dikta cut off the laughter of Widya and Sani who had sounded so crisp in the ear.

The two women of different generations looked at each other. Staring at Varissa for a moment then turning to Dikta asking for an explanation.

"Until now, her ex-husband still continues to terrorize her. And, for that, can I ask you a favor?" ask Dikta to Grandma, Aunt and Uncle.

The three parents nodded compactly. Widya quickly grabbed Dikta's hand. Gently rub the back of her grandson's hand with a smile.

"What do you ask for, son? Say it!"

"Please don't trust anyone who intends to vilify Varissa's name. I know best what my future wife is like. So, even if you oppose, this marriage will still take place with or without your blessing."

"Ta..," said Varissa. The happy atmosphere only lasted a few minutes. Now, gloomy back to shade.

"Grandmother has made a mistake, once. Do you think Grandma would do something similar and be ready to lose you again?"

Dikta turned his face. He's iba. He did not want the old face to be filled with sadness anymore. However, Varissa was the woman he loved the most right now. Even if the enemy he faced had to be his own family, he would not back down. Varissa he'll hold on until the last second.

*****

The cloud had already begun to hang on the ceiling of the city. He slowly bent both knees. Rallying between three centers that had long since been very longing for him to visit. Since that day, not once did Dikta ever see the navel of his parents and brother again. And now, that miss is cured. Along with the kiss of the headstone of the parents who had made him born into the world one by one.

"Dicta returned. I'm sorry, it took so long."

Varissa was not far from there. He left Dikta alone. Deliberately giving space, to let go of the longing that had been suffocating Dikta for many years.

Now, the story of Dikta's past is truly over. Thorough.