I'm Not a Wingless Angel

DISAPPEARS

He glanced back at the clock on the wall of the living room, it was almost magrib but Azi had not yet returned from football practice. Many times Di tried to call her, but Azi's phone was off.

" Ashlammualaikum."

At once stood up and approached Dimas who had just entered the house.

" Waalaikumsalam.. Dim's.."

Dimas looked at Di, then frowned looking at Di's face.

" What's up?"

" Awl.."

Dimas then turned his head up, towards Azi's room. Then I turned back to Di.

" Why Azi?"

" Azi hasn't come home yet Dim."

He looked at the wall for a moment,

" He went to practice today, right?"

He nodded his head quickly,

" But he never came home this late as Dim.."

Dimas sighed heavily, understanding Di's feelings. Dimas believes Di is still traumatized by the events that happened to Iza, he said,

The new Dimas will come out again to look for Azi,

" Ashlammualaikum."

" Neylorda."

Dimas and Di answered Azi's greetings,

" From..."

" Just got back to Zi?"

Dimas quickly cut the question in

" Yes pa. sorry pa, Azi played first."

" Yes, no pa pa.. Your HP is broken?"

" No, the battery's low."

Dimas nodded his head, while Azi was still standing waiting for another question from Dimas.

" Oh yeah, take a shower. I want this magrib."

" Yes pa. ma.. Azi to the room first."

Azi immediately passed leaving Di and Dimas towards his room on the second floor. Dimas again continued his steps towards his room, but stopped for a moment as soon as he was about to pass Di.

" Don't overdo it, he's a teenager."

Dimas said to Di very quietly, almost whispering. Silence does not answer. Overharvesting.. Is that what Dimas thought of him? " Is it any more that I'm worried about my children?" Ask In the heart.

It had been a few days since Iza's incident, but Dimas was still annoyed and angry at Di. Dimas did not even talk much to Di, only occasionally asked, never again invited him to chat or joke.

Iza too, the boy increasingly gave quite a distance with him. He only talked to Dimas, but not with him.

*

On knocking on Azi's room door, there was no answer. He then pressed the door handle down and tried to open the door, locked. After trying to knock again several times, there was still no answer. Finally Di gave up, he passed to Iza's room.

" Sister."

Iza looked quickly at Di, though,

" Yes ma."

" When did Azi like to lock her bedroom door?"

Iza frowned at Di's question, Iza who was busy with her laptop immediately got up and walked out of her room, passed Di and towards Azi's room. Iza did the same thing that Di had done, again - again he knitted his forehead.

" No idea, sister."

In a heavy sigh, he was really not ready to face the changes that happened to his children.

Di passed leaving Iza who was still standing in front of Azi's room, while Iza directly entered his room after seeing Di turn and go down the stairs.

*

Early in the morning, Azi had asked permission to practice football on Di, but today was Sunday, and today was not his training day.

" Koq Sunday training too?"

Ask at heart, heart,

" Additional practice ma, there's a tournament."

In looking at the old Azi, the boy avoided Di's gaze by disturbing his younger siblings

" Azi doesn't lie to you anymore, does she?"

" No ma.. Azi was training today."

" Yes, let mama deliver."

On the stand about to go to the room change clothes,

" Eeehhh... Mama ni, usually also mama let Azi go alone. Don't embarrass Azi ma..."

In his frown

" Azi is ashamed of my mother?"

His heart suddenly felt pain when he heard Azi's words earlier

" Azi is big, Azi does not want to be treated like a child!"

Azi ran away from Di and went into his room. He stepped into his own room and sat on the sofa. The children have dared to argue and this is surprising and sad. He was really unprepared for a situation like this. The problem with Dimas was still in his heart, now the children were scratching his heart. It was like a wound sprinkled with salt and a squeeze of orange, poignant.

He cried while covering his face with both hands.

*

Dimas came home almost midnight. These days Dimas spends more time outdoors. He still felt annoyed at Above his attitude towards Iza on that day. Dimas really did not think, why Di could be so angry with Iza. Iza has apologized.

" You just got back, Dim?"

She was waiting for Dimas to come home to the park by the pool. Dimas looked at Di for a moment,

" Hmm."

Dimas replied as he passed to his room leaving Di

A few days ago, Iza. This morning, Azi. Tonight, Dimas. The three of them no longer needed him. Looking up at the dark sky, tears flowed from the corner of his eyes. How much he loves all his family members, but his love is considered too excessive. Dimas and his two sons no longer needed him. He wiped away the tears on his cheek, then rose towards the baby's room. She decided to sleep with her three other children tonight.

*

Today He woke up early in the morning and prepared breakfast for all his family members. After finishing, Di returned to the baby room and took care of one by one his babies, including Zya who was a toddler. He took over all the baby sitter duties this morning.

He heard Dimas' morning chat with Iza and Azi in the dining room. They were joking while throwing ridicule and laughter, none of them asking for Di's absence in the dining room this morning. Slowly, Di's tears flowed, immediately feeling that he was no longer needed in this house.

Before long, one by one husband and children say goodbye to the union to go to where they are doing today.

Then out of the baby's room after hearing Dimas' car out of the garage, Dimas did decide to take the children to school every morning starting a few days ago, and that was without talking about it first with Di.

*

Di again wiped the tears from his cheeks that did not stop flowing since he took a taxi on line with Zya. His heart was completely broken at this moment,

" Mom's okay?"

He turned towards the taxi driver who was driving while occasionally glancing at him through a small glass above his head.

" I'm fine sir."

The driver took the tissue box from the top of the dashboard and stretched it out to Di

" Thank you sir."

He picked up the tissue box and placed it next to his seat, then pulled out a few pieces of tissue to wipe his wet face.

*

He glanced at the glass next to his seat. " Maybe this isn't the best way, but if it wasn't this way, you wouldn't understand what I'm feeling."

The iron bird carrying Di and Zya inside began to move slowly over the runway, then ascended slowly splitting through space.