I'm waiting for your Candandamu

Mother's Diary

"I have checked the identity of the woman who was the victim of the accident, she was named Tah" said Rangga.

"Is he still alive?" asked Vino with a trembling voice.

"Unfortunately, he cannot be saved" replied Rangga.

Vino was silent for a moment, there was a sudden sense of sadness present in his heart.

"Have you checked where the victim's address is? Has anyone contacted his family?" ask Vino.

"I found the address. But it turns out he was just a kara, did not have a brother, one person," explained Rangga.

Vino was again stunned to hear Rangga's explanation about the accident victim who turned out to be his biological mother. All this time he did not know that his mother was alone.

Is it possible that after separating from Dinda's father, she has no relationship with anyone else? Inner Vino.

"One more Vin, the woman turned out to work as a cleaning service at the Elementary School near the scene. And he is a new worker there," said Rangga.

"Alright, try to send the victim's address to me" Vino ordered.

"Okay, I send it now" replied Rangga.

After getting the address sent by Rangga, Vino put his phone back in his pocket and walked back to the room where Dinda was being treated.

And as soon as he got there, he saw his papa coming out holding Arka.

"Where are you going?" ask Vino.

"Papa want to take Arka out for a while, let Arka not tense anymore" replied Mr. Aditya.

"Alright, Pa. Arka play first with Grandpa yes, Papa wants to look at Mama first," said Vino while rubbing the head of Arka.

"Yes Pa" answered Arka with a lethargic face.

Then slowly Vino opened the door, and he saw Dinda was already aware of the dope that had made him unconscious.

The woman he loved so much was chatting in a weak voice with his mother.

"Are you conscious, honey?" ask Vino while closing the door.

Dinda turned to him and developed a smile.

"Yes, thank God I am conscious" replied Dinda Sumringah despite looking weak.

Vino looked at his wife's smile with a sore heart, he could not imagine it would disappear after he told her the reality of his wife's present condition.

Vino walked slowly closer to his wife, he sat down beside Dinda while developing a smile. Slowly his hand grabbed Dinda's hand and grabbed her.

"How are you doing now, honey? Is anyone still sick?" ask Vino softly.

"I'm fine Vin, just the bottom of my stomach seems to hurt. Is it possible that I was injured in the accident?" ask Dinda.

Vino glanced at his mother. Dinda who saw her husband's glance thought that Vino wanted her mother to give an answer.

"I'm the same Mama, and Mama doesn't know how I really am. You just found a doctor. What does Dr Vin say?" Dinda asked again with a curious face.

Vino let out a heavy sigh, he clasped his wife's hand even stronger.

His brain was looking for a way to explain it in a way that would not shock his wife.

Because after all he had to tell Dinda the truth.

"Your stomach hurts from the stitches, baby, but the stitches weren't an accident. But since you just had surgery to remove one of your ovaries," explains Vino slowly.

Dinda seemed to frown upon hearing Vino's explanation.

"Egg removal? How could? I'm pregnant with Vin."

Vino lowered his head to hear Dinda's words, as if he could no longer speak the truth to his wife. But he had to stay strong to be a supporter for his wife.

"Our son-in-law can't be saved, baby. Because the impact you experienced was very hard, making your content can not survive. Even to injure your uterus, so you have to undergo surgery," explained Vino again while looking into his wife's eyes deeply.

Dinda gasped at Vino's explanation, she covered her mouth with her hands. And his eyes glared in disbelief.

It is really unexpected, the fetus that is being contained he can not defend. Even now, his womb was no longer perfect.

Slowly tears fell on her cheeks. He was so disappointed, and could not hold back his tears.

Why does this have to happen? If only I hadn't crossed that time. If only I had been more careful, Dinda regretted everything that happened.

His body shook as his cries broke. But her lower abdomen that had just been operated on again felt sore as she cried.

"Aauukh." cried Dinda in her tears.

"Why are you Din?" ask Vino and Madam simultaneously.

"My stomach hurts" said Dinda, grimacing in pain

Vino pulled back Dinda's hand and grabbed it.

"Don't cry darling, it's still not our sustenance to have children" said Vino softly.

"But it's my fault, Vin. If only I had been more careful when crossing," said Dinda still unable to stop her crying.

"Dear, it's nobody's fault. Maybe it is our destiny not yet to have children" comforted Vino.

"Yes, Vino is right. You are young, there are still many opportunities to have children" Mrs Aditya said.

"But Dinda's womb is not perfect Ma" replied Dinda, wiping her tears.

"But that doesn't mean you can't get pregnant anymore. The doctor said, there are people whose ovaries are one but still able to conceive, all depending on the Almighty, we can only pray to him," vino said as he looked into his wife's eyes to give her confidence.

Dinda returned Vino's gaze. He saw sadness in those eyes.

Yes, if the problem is disappointed, Vino must also feel disappointed and sad. But he was still trying to look tough in front of me. How selfish of me if weeping continues, while Vino must endure his sadness, inner Dinda.

He looked at Vino with pushy eyes.

Vino was full of hearing his wife's words.

"You always give me Dinda's happiness. I'll be happy forever as long as you're by my side" Vino said.

Madam Aditya smiled softly at the pair of people who love each other in front of him.

*****

Vino looked back at his phone screen. Read again Rangga's message that reads the address of an old house in a slum. And now he was standing in front of the house with a doubtful look.

The other hand held a key. He had just received the key from the side

Hospitals.

"Are you his family?" a nurse asked when Vino asked her where her mother's body was.

For a moment Vino seemed stunned, and could not answer.

"I am not his family, I am not his" Vino replied stammeringly, "i am the husband of the man he helped, until he himself was hit. So I'll handle the funeral process" explained Vino later.

"Oh okay. Because until now his family has not come, so the belongings of the victim will be handed over to you" said the nurse. Then he handed over the items in the form of a small old wallet, and a house key that was hung on his wallet.

"Thank you" Vino replied slowly as he took the wallet and key away with a giddy feeling.

And now he was in front of his mother's house and staring at the key in her hand.

Slowly he stepped hesitantly towards the door and set the key.

Once opened, a small room looks clean. But it looks a little broad because there are only a few pieces of furniture that fill it.

Vino stepped inside. He intended just to check, maybe there is something in the form of a wish or a will, before the birth mother was buried.

The small room was joined with the kitchen, and in the middle of the room there was a dining table equipped with two chairs.

Vino was almost surprised to see in one of his chairs was a doll in the form of a small and cute boy. He frowned, because he was astonished.

Did he use a doll as his life companion? Inner Vino.

Slowly he went around the table, and he saw a picture frame displaying a picture of a little boy wearing a yellow shirt and holding a ball.

Vino this time was really shocked. Because he knows the photo. Because it was a picture of him when he was a kid. And it turns out that the doll sitting on the chair was wearing the same clothes that he was wearing as in the photo.

The memory he had forgotten all this time.

"Vino, let's take a picture!" take her mother with a gentle smile.

"Come on Ma" greeted little Vino as he reached for his mother's hand.

"But if we take a picture of the two of them later there is no photoin dong, because our camera can not be automatic photo," said his mother with a disappointed face.

"It's okay, let Mama take a picture of Vino. Nih, hold the new ball," said Mama later while giving the ball.

Ckrekk

The photo was also taken.

Then the door opened, and his father entered with a staggered body like a drunk. His mother's face was pale. His mother quickly pulled Vino's hand and pushed him away. Because at that time his father was grasping a tonkat of wood and walked up to his mother.

Her mother's face was so frightened, and little Vino could only curl up beside the table. He saw his father then grabbed his mother's hair tightly until her mother fell.

"Close your eyes Vino!" his mother shouted while crying in pain.

Little Vino obeyed his mother's orders and closed his eyes with trembling hands.

That gloomy memory made Vino's tears flow without him noticing.

All this time he had forgotten all his memories with his mother, because the bad shadow he cast his mother once had buried all those memories.

He just remembered all his sweet memories with his mother. And now he just found out that's why his mother always angry if he called his father. Because her mother was always tortured.

But why should you throw me away? Why didn't you take me with you? Inner Vino weave. Her tears are flowing back.

He also recalled, a year before his mother threw him away, his mother's attitude had indeed changed towards him. His mother hated him like she hated him. He always stayed away from Vino.

That year little Vino lived in loneliness and fear, because his mother always turned violent when she saw him, and his father every day just drunk.

Vino walked again with weak legs towards a door that seemed to be a room door. He opened it slowly. In the room there was only a small bed with a mattress and bed linen that was already dull. And in the corner of the room there is a cardboard containing clothes folded neatly.

Vino stepped his foot into the room. On a small pillow on her bed lies a book that looks like a notebook. Slowly Vino sat on the bedside and picked up his book.

Vino opened the first page of the book, saw his picture when he was little there too. He took the photo slowly. Then he saw a letter written on his first page.

Dear Vino Mama's.....

Turns out this book was written for me, Inner Vino.

And he continued reading.

You know, you will continue to hate Mama until adulthood. But if you may want to express your true feelings to you. Mama loves you so much. Although at first Mama does not want you, because in your body also flows blood of people who Mama hates. The one who took away Mama's happiness by force, the one who raped me and forced me to marry her.

But after seeing your eyes when you were born, Mama immediately loved you, and could not refuse you.

Until five years of your age, Mama survived with a husband who always tortured and beat Mama. But finally Mama can not stem the hatred again. So that every time I see you Mama is traumatized and imagined your father's face.

Until that night, Mama*did kill him and dump you.

But after that Mama immediately returned, son. But unfortunately, Mama had an accident and went to the hospital. Maybe that's the payoff because Mama has the heart to leave you alone in that darkness.

After getting out of the hospital, Mama immediately searched for you, but Mama had not found you, Mama has been arrested by the Police for the murder of your father, and Mama must be in prison for a very long time**.

Vino could no longer hold back his tears, his hands trembling holding the book in his hands.

His body shook and his cries broke. He cried out with all his might, venting an incomparable sadness...

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