I'm Not Taking It Again

Lied

It wasn't just Deri who felt the loss of Septi. Dirga felt the same. Part of his heart was empty after being away from his mother. There is a longing that cannot be expressed. There is an unexpressed love. DIRga was all his strength to hold him. Although, it was very difficult for him to do.

Dirga was looking at a picture of himself with his mother. Her heart pinched when she saw the warm kiss Septi gave her. Plus a very soothing Septi smile.

"Well, I miss Mamah" he said. DIrga wants to feel again the kiss and warm touch of the mother on her forehead and also her head. Dirga wanted to hug her mother's body.

Dirga was the first child who knew the love of a mother from the hands of Septi. Dirga felt her life was empty without her mother by her side. Sometimes there was a lump of sipping in Dirga's heart because it had put his mother into the bars. Though his mother is a person who loves him very sincerely, even though he was not born from the womb of the mother. However, his report to the authorities because his mother was wrong. Shouldn't the law be enforced?

Dirga had visited his mother in the washroom, but the mother refused to be visited often by Dirga.

"Why, Mah?" dirga asked with a confused look. "Is it because I'm not Mamah's son?" he continued with a slightly trembling voice. Sometimes Dirga talks about who he is.

"Why are you talking like that, son? You and Nindy are Mamah's children. The mother who has taken care of you and looked after you. Don't talk like that" Septi said with tears. Septi hated the most when Dirga said such a thing.

"You are the son of Mamah. You are Mamah's first son" he explained, cupping Dirga's face.

Dirga hugged her mama body very tightly. He had no power to hold back his tears. Her lips came out because she was unable to reveal everything.

"Don't cry, son. You are a boy. You have to be strong" Septi said with a hand that had gently rubbed Dirga's back.

"I will be a crybaby if it comes to Mamah. I love Mamah, I don't want to see you suffer like this" he explained.

Septi broke his embrace. He stared softly at Dirga. Her soft hands wiped away the trail of tears that had soaked Dirga's cheeks.

"You don't suffer, son. Even here Mamah got a very valuable life lesson."

Septi deeply felt the sincere affection of this adopted son of his. Dirga's gaze and speech warmed Septi's heart.

"You come with me, yeah. I promise I'll get Mamah out." Septi shook his head quickly. "No need, son. Mama deserves all of this" he continued.

"But, Mah ...."

"The guilty man must be punished, son. Mama has accepted this punishment. Mama has been mean to your wife, the woman you love so much. The punishment of Mamah is not commensurate with the wounds that Mamah has inflicted on your wife. Mama, I'm sorry, son. Mamah is a very bad mother" she regretted, bowing her head.

That was the last time Dirga met her mother. He could only look at his mother from the photo. Once Dirga visited his mother. She brought all her mother's favorite food. He also brought a lot of food. But his mother would not meet him. Dirga felt very sad.

He had to return to the office disappointed. It turns out that the mama's speech was really realized.

Only a rough sigh escaped from his mouth. Missing a mother is different from longing for a partner. This miss cannot be said with words.

"Flum," call Niar.

Dirga immediately changed his face. He didn't want to see his wife see him sad. He smiled towards Niar who was now approaching towards him,

"Where's the art, Mih?" ask Dirga.

"Go to sleep" answered Niar. He was now behind Dirga and rubbed Dirga's back.

"White why?" ask Niar. Her husband could not hide anything from her.

"Why what, Mih?" ask Dirga.

Niar sat on her husband's lap and stared at her husband's sharp bead of eyes.

"The wean knows one thing that Papih can't do." Dirga's forehead shriveled, he stared in confusion at the wife.

"Lying to Mamih" Niar said.

Dirga was silent hearing the ambush from Niar. He's terrible at lying. The gentle touch Niar gave to Dirga.

"What expression do you want Papih to express. Don't be held up like that. Not good, Pih," said Niar.

A long breath came out of Dirga's mouth. He looked at Niar with a sad and bitter look. His wife knows, Dirga is holding back longing.

"Why doesn't Papih look at Mamah then?" Dirga shook his head quickly. About him rejected by the mama had not been able to tell Dirga. Niar's forehead shriveled at Dirga's words.

"You don't want Papih to visit Mamah often." His voice sounded very weak.

Niar was a little surprised by what the husband said. However, Niar does not blame his mother-in-law or Dirga. Mamah Septi definitely had a strong reason for that.

"Why?" Niar's curiosity was very high.

"You're ashamed of me for almost hurting you." Niar hugged Dirga's body. She knew her husband was not okay.

"Patience is yes, Pih. Mama will accompany Papih." Only that word came out of Niar's mouth. Naturally, if Septi does not want to. meet with Dirga out of embarrassment. When Dirga forgave her mother, Dirga was always kind to Septi. I see him almost every day. It was as a feeling of regret to the mother.

Arshen's crying voice sounded. They rush out of the workspace to the room. The son was awake with tears flooding his face.

"Why, Son?" ask Niar. He immediately carried Arshen and petted him.

"Don't be naughty dong hotshot Papih. So the son of a henchman." Hearing the voice of his father Arshen who was about to fall asleep again is now looking for the figure of his father.

"How come you're getting up again?" niar was confused.

He took over Arshen from Niar's hands. He kissed the cheek of the kingpin Arshen until Arshen laughed.

"Why does his smile look so much like Papih, huh?" Niar was confused, ninety-nine percent of Arshen's face was very similar to Dirga's. She's only at one percent, her hair rations only.

"Arshen's Papih's son, Arshen's time is like a neighbor" joked Dirga.

Niar snorted in annoyance, but Dirga instead laughed out loud. His life felt very happy because of the presence of Arshen to the face of this earth. Plus the woman who had been pregnant with Arshen for nine months was Niar, the woman he loved most when the white age was gray.

Long enough Arshen played with Dirga, now he began to whine. It seems he is thirsty.

"Mimi was, son, yes" added Dirga. He handed Arshen over to Niar.

Niar who was about to be closed also widened his eyes again.He grabbed Arshen and began to suckle him. Dirga's hands gently stroked the wife's hair. At a moment like this Dirga felt the service of his wife was very important.

Niar put Arshen in their sleeping.temoag. Dirga just smiled looking at Arshen who was sleeping in the middle between him and also Niar. He was his favorite was asleep with his peace. Dirga kissed his wife's forehead and son alternately.

"The wean will not waste you."

For Dirga Niar and Arshen is the most beautiful gift that TUhan gave to him. The two of them are Dirga's solace for now and forever.

Instead of sleeping, DIrga was busy staring at his wife who was sleeping so was Arshen. A smile curvature was present on DIrga's face. He did not expect that he would be given gifts by God in a quick way.

"Healthy two heroes, Mamih."

Dirga could not close his eyes. He still remembered the words of the mother who forbade him to visit her. The mama's twilight face is clearly visible, the effects of never doing treatment and too much burden carried by her mother.

Dirga got out of bed, he sat on the sofa and leaned his body on the head of the sofa with his eyes closed. The shadows when she first went to school danced in her head.

"Well, don't stay with me, yeah," whined five-year-old little Dirga.

Septi's gentle smile and hand rubbing made Dirga feel a little calm. Septi aligned his body with the body of the son.

"Don't be afraid, son. In school and later you will have many friends, can sing with the teachers there also play. School is not scary or fun." Slowly Septi explained to Dirga . He understood why Dirga was afraid because he was not used to the crowd. At home, he always plays with his house assistant without and anyone else there.

Septi grabbed his son's tiny land. He placed Dirga's hand on Septi's slightly enlarged stomach.

"You must be a brave child, soon you will be a sister to Dedek who is in the belly of Mamah. The brother should not be afraid. Must be brave and able to take care of his brother. If her brother is a coward, what about her fate?" Septi was a distance away with a smile etched on his face. He Snagit knew this son was an intelligent child and was able to catch what others described briefly.

Little Dirga finally nodded with pushy eyes. "I-I have to be brave. I want to be the protector of Mamah as well as the younger brother."

A promise that Dirga still remembers to this day. Her tears just fell when she remembered that. She seemed to have a great mistake to the mother who had taken care of her sincerely. He had become a disobedient child because he had put his own mother in prison.

Behind his stubbornness, Dirga has a fragile side that not many people know. He would feel fragile when it came to his family. Hearing Isak's small cry, Niar opened his eyes slowly. She's afraid Arshen's awake. However, his son was still sleeping very soundly beside him. Her eyes squinted slightly when she did not see her husband on the big bed. The situation was dim, only the sleeping lights were on.

When he was about to get up the droid of the bed, he saw the shadow of someone sitting on the sofa with a bowed head plan. Niar got out of bed without a sound. She was sure that this man was her husband. His steps got closer to the sofa, his body stiffened instantly upon hearing such a heart-wrenching remark.

"I'm sorry, Mah. I love Mamah very much."

Niar's chest was very tight to hear it. She could not hold back her tears because the first time she saw her husband was this fragile. It was so heartless to see her husband cry like that. Dirga was like carrying a lot of heavy burden on his shoulders.

"White," called Niar with his heavy voice.

Dirga who was looking down, now straightened his head and looking for the original voice of his wife. Dirga stared at Niar and Niar.

"Cockpoke ...." Niar slightly ran over and hugged her husband's body very tightly.

"Don't save Papih's sorrow and sorrow alone. Mamih will be a good listener for all the complaints Papih. Papih can share his story with Mamih. Who knows Mamih can help," said Niar very softly.

DIrga returned Niar's embrace very tightly. He's very lucky to have a wife like Niar. He was always there when Dirga needed him.

"It's not good to keep everything alone. When Papih feels he can no longer, say it!"

We also heard the words of Niar. Then, he broke his embrace with tears flooding his face.

"Excuse Papih who has lied to Mamih, Forgive Papih who was not forthright about Papih's feelings all along." Niar shook his head to hear the words of his husband. Niar's hands gently wiped the tears that soaked Dirga's face.

"Missing the child to his mother is very natural. After all, Mamih had forgiven Mamah. There is no need to talk about Mamah to Mamih. Mamah is a mother to Mamih as well" Niar said.

Niar did not think that her husband could cry. It looks very fragile. He also really saw how sincere Dirga love for the mother.

"Now, Papih sleeps, yes. Tomorrow Papih must work," added NIar.

They are like little cats that are obedient. However, this time Dirga slept right next to his wife. She needs calmness, she needs warmth and her wife is the one who is able to give it all away. Niar did not mind it because Dirga really needed it. Sell, considering the story of Dirga little heart very sliced. He also even thanked Snagit because his mother-in-law wanted to take care of Dirga and raise Dirga very sincerely. When the flesh and blood of Septi and Deri came to the world, they both still loved and cared for Dirga without distinction.

Dirga hugged Niar's body from the back with her stairs coiled in Niar's stomach. Niar's hand was holding Dirga's hand so tightly, too,

"The wean is a very powerful and powerful man. Not everyone can go through everything like Papih. Not everyone is also able to succeed like Papih without the help of family. Don't cry anymore, Pih. Mamih's heart hurts so much to see it." Niar muttered in his heart as he gently rubbed her husband's hair.

"Mamih and Arshen will love Papih sincerely."