
In the narrow alley to Aksa's house, Nada and her Papa walk.
Although hesitant when Nada stopped his steps in front of Aksa's house, but with the clutch of Mr. Teguh's hand on his shoulder made him sure to enter the terrace of Aksa's house.
"Assalamu'alaikum." said Mr. Teguh and Nada.
"Wa'alaikumsalam.." Mr. Rendra answered the greeting and came out. His face changed when he saw their arrival. "What do I need to do with my house?"
"Ren, we need to talk."
"Ti's.."
Mr. Rendra's words were immediately cut by Miss Diana. "Tone, let's go in.. Mr.." Lady Diana let them both in. She pulled her husband's hand to sit with him to listen to Nada and Papa talk.
"Well, this time press Dad's ego first" whispered Miss Diana to her husband. How stubborn a husband will surely lose to a wife.
Mr. Teguh and Nada are now sitting opposite the owner of the house. "Ren, I know you're still upset about our past. I'm sorry about you. It's not all my wish, Ren. My late Papa forced."
Mr. Rendra was silent. Actually he's pretty sick of this.
"Actually I wasn't a runner up in the grammy award, I've resigned because I felt I shouldn't be the nominee."
Mr. Rendra slightly widened his eyes. Is it really like that?
"Okay, if you don't believe the same I'm fine. I'm really sorry about you. I've been looking for your whereabouts, it's our son who managed to bring us back."
"Dad..." Miss Diana nudged her husband because her husband had just been silent. "I'm sorry sir. My husband is like this."
"I understand. Actually, this is not the main thing we want to say. Uh. na..."
Tone took out four envelopes from his bag. "Tante, I was going to meet Aksa but I couldn't. I want to deliver a deposit from the campus."
"You want what else? Aksa's out of college. Already, you do not affect Aksa anymore." this time Mr. Rendra voiced despite very hurtful Nada.
"Well, let Nada talk first."
"This is an official letter to Aksa's victory and an invitation to enter the competition again. And these two letters are apologies from the college and friends for misunderstanding Aksa." Tone put the letter lined up on the table.
Miss Diana picked up the letter and read it one by one. His eyes began to glaze over.
"Om Rendra, I don't mind if I have to stay away from Aksa, but please allow Aksa to achieve her goals. Aksa's hopes are huge. I'm sure with Aksa's talent, he can definitely be a great pianist."
"Na, you don't have to do this" said Miss Diana as she glanced at Mr. Rendra who was just staring coldly.
"It's okay aunt. Maybe this is the best. I just want Aksa to achieve her dream." A single tear now escaped from her eye patch.
"Na, yes already. Let's just go home." Mr. Teguh rubbed his daughter's shoulders to calm down a little.
Tone nodded his head. Before he stood up, he handed me a letter that he wrote. "Tante, I'll leave this for Aksa. It's from me because Aksa's phone from yesterday couldn't be contacted."
Miss Diana received the envelope and looked at Nada. He now stood up and approached Nada. "Na, you don't have to leave Aksa." Miss Diana hugged Nada. He could feel the sincerity of love for Nada's son.
Tone tightened the embrace of Miss Diana, the sense of hilarity more open when the warm embrace was like the warmth of the embrace of her Mother who had passed. "It's okay aunt." Although Nada actually wanted to feel the embrace for even longer but she had to take it off immediately. "I'm sorry aunt." Tone rubbed the origin of her tears that kept flowing.
"Ren, do you have the heart to see our children who do not know anything become victims of our misunderstandings in the past. They deserve to be happy, Ren. Their storyline shouldn't be like this." Mr. Teguh let out a long sigh then he stood up and followed his daughter's steps.
"We'll excuse you. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
Miss Diana kept staring at the departure of the two of them. After their backs disappeared, now Miss Diana was sitting next to Mr. Rendra who was reading the contents of the envelope one by one.
Mr. Rendra's heart felt pierced by a sharp object. All this time he was selfish just thinking about his endless heartache. It is true what Mr. Teguh and his wife who is next to him now say. At once Mr. Rendra's cry broke thinking about what he had done to his son. "Mother's right, Dad's selfish. Aksa shouldn't be the victim of Dad's past disappointments."
Miss Diana clutched the body that looked strong but fragile.
"What matters now is that we do our best for Aksa. Release all Well. Throw away all the heartache that runs in Dad's heart. God willing, our lives will be better."
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That night, at exactly 21:00, Aksa entered the house with a face that looked very tired.
"Aksa, you look so tired?"
Aksa kissed her mother's hand which greeted her at the door.
"Yes, there was a wedding reception."
"Aksa, sit down for a minute I'll talk." Mr. Rendra's tone began to softly at this time.
"Aksa, tired of taking a break."
Before Aksa stepped into the room, Miss Diana pulled her hand to sit next to him flanked by her father.
"Aksa, answer honestly. Do you still want to continue your studies?"
Aksa simply fell silent and lowered her gaze. To be honest, he still wanted to.
Mr. Rendra grabbed Aksa's shoulder. "You continue your fight. You continue all your goals. From now on I won't ban you."
Aksa gasps. He looked at his father's face in disbelief.
"Dad won't be selfish anymore and sacrifice your dreams. Nada and her Papa were here, handing this all over." Mr. Rendra showed me 4 envelopes that Aksa immediately opened one by one. "The problem is you're done. From tomorrow you go back to college, son."
He smiled slightly with his eyes glazed over. He was so grateful that God had given him a way out so quickly.
"Aksa, do you love Nada?" ask Miss Diana who made Aksa's chest pounding.
Not even Aksa replied, Mr. Rendra had chimed in that sentence. "If you love Nada, go after her before it's too late. I'll bless your relationship."
Smile knots on Aksa's lips.
"But, Tone was a letter to Mom."
"Letter?"
Miss Diana gave the sealed letter to Aksa.
Aksa received the letter and opened it. There was an uneasy hunch after Aksa read the letter, would Nada leave?
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