Look at Me, My Husband
S2 Mother of my son 1
PW Group Office.
The meeting room of the property developer and real estate company looked gripping. A man in a black suit is seen tapping on the table with all five fingertips. The rhythm is so intimidating. Sitting in a central position, he was observing all his subordinates with his eagle eyes.
On the left side, it looks like his assistant Kevin is busy noting some important points on his tablet. While on the other hand, William was listening, occasionally whispering something in the ears of the leader of PW Group, Pratama Wirayudha or commonly called Wira.
Half an hour put on a serious face, suddenly the leader stopped the meeting unilaterally. Uncompromising, without reason and without ado. Not even a word came out of his lips. Just walk out of the meeting room. Without a word.
“Pak, is there anything that is not in accordance with the wishes of the father?” ask William, one of the assistants of the Hero. Follow her boss, come out to find out what happened.
“Begging Kevin to continue. My head is dizzy.” The hero stepped in without looking at it one bit. He was waiting for information from his people about the whereabouts of the woman who almost three years ago disappeared just like that in his life.
“Good Sir.” William, according to him, turned back to the meeting room.
Walking hastily towards his room, Wira could breathe a sigh of relief when he threw his body on the soft chair of his.
Staring nanar all over the corner of the room, the heart of Wira felt hollow. For three years, his soul was empty. Like a no man's body. No one can fill it. Meet a lot of people, handle projects during the night. From Sabang to Merauke, even the last year Wira spread its wings to Southeast Asia.
Great achievement for the company, but not for him. His success at work, unable to restore his old self. The hero disappeared along with his divorce from his ex-wife. He died when Naina also disappeared like swallowed by the earth. Yes, Naina Pelangie, a woman who is still reluctant to leave her heart even though the seasons have repeatedly changed.
Leaning back and closing her eyes, Wira recalls the good times with her first and last woman.
“You still don't want to make peace with me, Nai?” said Wira slowly. There was a tone of half-desperate loss in each of his breaths.
There's nothing left, everyone's gone. He was only left with a letter, Naina's hand scratches that are getting worse and worse because they are repeatedly read. Seemed Wira pulled the drawer of her workbench, again took out a small box that was so valuable to her. The place where he kept his ex-wife's relics.
He took out another piece of paper whose writing was almost washed away by tears. Reread. Repeatedly reading, she still cried. Satisfied by Naina's last message, Wira again issued another letter, along with a test pack with two red lines.
Open it slowly, as if afraid that the fold will tear.
Mr. Hero,
Forgive all the mistakes of Mbok so far. Mbok did a lot of wrong and cheating during his stay with Mr. Wira and Naina's mother.
Congratulations, Sir. Naina's mother is pregnant. Sorry, again Mbok cheated on Father and Mother. Mbok promises to take good care of Naina's mother and her content.
Greetings, greetings,
Mbok Sumi's.
Staring at the test pack with tears, Wira still hopes one day to see Naina with their child. Asa and hope it is always tucked in every prayer of the night.
“Where are you Nai? Are you guys okay?” whispered Wira slowly.
“My son has grown up? I hope you take good care of him. Not lost as I have. That's all that's left of our relationship,” continued Wira.
Tears are back in the eyes. It was just about to go down, but it came to a halt with a surprising phone ring.
“Mama ...” said Wira, smiling wryly.
With a heavy heart, received his mother's call after this whole day of resisting.
“Wir, today you go home, right?” There was a loud voice from across, even when the Hero had not yet opened his voice.
“Depends.” The hero answered briefly.
“What do you mean depends, Wir?” todong the mama.
“Depends on what Mama invited someone to the house or not.”
“Wir, you've been 30 years. Should have started again. Who's gone, let it go. You have lamented enough. Let's just say your soul mate is done. Start opening your heart with a new one. The success you are pursuing now will be in vain without any family. The wife who accompanied you, Wir.” The advice of Mama Wira was long.
Without saying much, Wira turned off her phone suddenly. Not only did it turn off, it also disabled it. Tired of her mother's desperate plans. Tired of all the babbling of mama and her motivating wise words. Tired of seeing dozens of girls brought home just to be betrothed to her.
***
Bandung.
A black sports pajero is seen stopping right in the yard of the house that is still beautiful. With a row of plastic pots mixed with cans of milk used as planting containers. There are many flowers and leaves to decorate the terrace of the house.
A handsome blue-eyed man covered in sunglasses, looked down with a giant teddy bear in his left hand. Step into the terrace of the house slowly, preparing to give a surprise.
“Vienna!” suddenly shouted. Already crouching in front of the door. Prepare to welcome his two-and-a-half-year-old daughter.
“Daddy!” screaming girls, running from inside the house slumped into the man's arms.
“You missed daddy?” asked the man who was none other than Dennis Wijaya, carrying his little daughter sitting on his lap.
“Emmm.” Vienna nodded. Twisted his two tiny hands around Dennis' neck. So possessive, as if afraid that the man he called daddy would disappear. Plied a wet kiss all over the face of the grown man.
“Bonekamu, Darling.” Dennis handed him a giant teddy bear that was even bigger than the little girl.
“Maacih daddy,” said Vienna, with the typical style of his children. Wiggling his two feet that did not touch the floor while sitting on Dennis' right thigh who was still loyal squatting.
“Rindu daddy?” ask Dennis again.
“Lindu.”
“You missed Mommy?” ask Dennis again.
Vienna seems to think, not understand the word mother. Since the age of a year more, he had been left behind by his mother working abroad. The little girl was not very familiar with the figure of the mother other than, Mbok Sumi who took care of her all this time.
“We video call with Mommy now.” Dennis took out his cell phone from his pants pocket, then carried Vienna to a wooden bench under a mango tree.
The connective tone was only heard a few times before finally the face of a beautiful woman filled the screen Dennis.
“Nai, how are you?” dennis asked for a moment to see Naina's waking face. Still in his sleeping pajamas.
“Good. Where's my daughter, Mas?” Naina hurriedly asked. Almost a week can not contact Mbok Sumi, his longing for the princess has piled up.
“This, please you guys talk.” Dennis pointed his phone screen at Vienna.
There was no conversation whatsoever, only the sound of Naina calling her daughter's name repeatedly. The woman's voice shook with the cry. Vienna did not respond. The little girl was busy with the doll in her hands.
Almost five minutes after Naina spoke to herself, Dennis pointed the phone at her.
“When to return to Indonesia, Nai?” ask Dennis, take over the conversation.
“You don't miss your daughter?” with Dennis again.
Naina fell silent, wiping gently the tears that were dripping down her cheeks. Reminded of her daughter, she instantly collapsed. Which mother can bear to part away from her baby if not for the circumstances.
“My contract is still a month, Mas. After that, I went home,” Naina said.
“Go home and stay here. Take good care of your daughter. No need to think about anything. I'll take care of you guys,” Pinta Dennis.
“When to Bandung? How long stay?” ask Naina, switch the conversation.
“Barusan. I'll call you soon, Nai. In a week, I have to go to America. Maybe two weeks back. Want me to pick you up in Austria? I'll take care of your return.” Dennis gave me an idea.
Naina shakes. “No need, Mas. I can go home by myself. When will you return to Jakarta?”
“Tomorrow or the day after, depending on Vienna. Your daughter won't leave me. Every time I go to Bandung, he doesn't even let me go home.”
“Because you always spoil her, Mas,” grumbled Naina.
“If it wasn't me who spoiled my daughter, then who else. Coming home to Indonesia soon, I miss you, Nai!” said Dennis smiling nosily.
***
TB
