Love for Adita

Love For Adita 13

At six in the morning I had a shower. I was getting ready to meet a client this morning. Sometimes I fix my hijab. However this is a big tender that must be fought for Tristan, our most kind boss can smile with satisfaction and do not hesitate to give us this bonus employee.

Tok.dok..

Room door on tap. That must be Dani.

By walking a little lazily I opened the door.

Tara.....

Tristan's handsome face appeared at the door. A sharp nose, white skin with neatly lined teeth made her smile this morning dazzling.

" Good morning princess.." said kindly.

" You're here? Why?" I'm pretended judes.

" The boss doesn't have to be jutek." Struck annoyed.

I laughed, "wrinkle huh?"

" Ordinary. Ready already?" He asked while looking at my appearance.

" How do you think?" I asked her back for her opinion.

Tristan raised both fingers of his thumb." Mesmerizing." The compliment.

Because it was too busy arguing, we did not realize if there was a pair of neutrals who were watching us.

" Yuk is leaving." Tristan. He put his hands on his waist.

I walked in front of Tristan.

" Dita!" Call her.

I turned, there was Tristan's pouting face there. " We haven't been muhrim dear.." I was deliberately pretentious in front of Dani mas.

We finally arrived to the meeting room. There are some clients waiting for us.

I greet clients with courtesy and kindness.

Next, we begin a meeting discussing what ads are suitable for our clients.

It didn't take long to take our clients' hearts. After hearing and seeing the explanation from me helped Dani finally meeting this time is finished and fruitful sweet. Our clients agree with the ideas we offer. Tristan smiled sweetly at me. He blinked one eye. Wonderful! What's wrong with him.

We then relax to enjoy lunch.

" You've been working for a long time in Tristan?" Ask a middle-aged mother who claims to be named Ramita.

" In fact, not long ago ma'am, only I used to work in the company of Pak Tristan, but I had to resign from the job because my papi had a mild stroke."

" Oh yeah? So what about your papa now?" Ask him again.

" Thank God, it's starting to get better." My husband smiled politely.

" Your mom is still there?" Ask him again. It seems like Ramita's mother was curious about my life history.

I was confused as to what to explain... Should I tell the truth to someone I just knew?

" If you mind, I'm not forcing you to tell a story." Say Ramita again.

I just nodded. It's not time I told anyone I just knew, because it's a family disgrace that I have to take care of.

" Oh yeah, are you married?"

Uhuukk. I coughed at Ramita's question.

" Be careful Dita," Tristan thrust a glass of water at me. At the end of the room I looked at Dani. It was like watching me get the attention of others.

" Your husband died?" Guess Ramita ma'am.

Damnit damnit! Again, I have to look at Dani. I want to know the reaction to his face. And his face was already red. Maybe he's holding back anger.

" My husband cheated on me with my mom..."

Finally the sentence glided freely from my mouth.

Mas Dani who was drinking his tea immediately choked. Perhaps he was surprised to hear the sweet words coming out of my mouth.

" Same with your mom? A perfect woman like you is still beside me? Meaning your husband is a less grateful man, or he does like old women." Said Ramita laughing.

My aunt turned out like a joke. Indeed, if you think logically, there is rarely a daughter-in-law interested in her own in-laws. Then me? The world laughed at my story.

***

My heavy day is over. I prefer to go home early. It turned out that leaving Papi for three days was very disturbing to my mind.

What are you doing, Papi now?

I pulled a suitcase with dirty clothes. The house is locked. Fortunately, I always carry a duplicate home key.

" Str..." Call me a few times. But there is no lawfulness.

The house feels stuffy. So much dust stuck everywhere.

Bad thoughts began to fill my head.

I ran into the kitchen, there was the sound of bathroom tap water running. That means papi's in the bathroom.

" Str..." My yelling. There's no reason I hit the bathroom door again hoping papi's inside. But after five minutes only the sound of a water tap was heard. Not wanting bad things to happen to papi, I immediately asked the neighbors around the house for help.

They broke down the bathroom door.

Vaa... There is a papi who only wears shorts is sitting on the edge of the bathroom tub. The body was stiff, indicating that there was no more body.

Papi's body was lifted up onto the mattress, I hope papi can still open his eyes. Wishing there was still a sincere smile on his face.

The doctor came to check on Papi.

" How's papi doing, doc?"

A stupid question I still have to ask. Even though I know the answer myself.

" He is dead."

Papi..........

My world collapsed with the departure of the papi to eternal rest. Papi's funeral will be held soon. Tears of grief still trickled as mourners began to say goodbye. Even the rain also brought papi's departure.

***

The show at home is over. But these tears have not dried up. Even I still like to cry when I remember papi's departure. There is a sense of regret for being too willing to leave papi alone at home. Yeah, I'm not as good as I thought I was. I can't imagine a time when a papi died alone, without any guidance to pronounce God's word in the final seconds of his life.

After papi's departure, I took a week off from work. It was fortunate that Tristan understood my current state of mind that only needed calmness.

I cried again when I took care of the papi clothes in the closet. Since my mother chose to marry mas Dani, and papi chose to resign from her job, I never saw the appearance of papi senecis first. Papi's branded clothes just hang neatly without ever being touched. Expensive shoes owned by papi was only a useless display. Since his own papi chose to be a simple person. The important thing is that you are comfortable with your clothes.

The plan of clothes and shoes owned by papi I will give to the neighbors in need. Hopefully it can be a papi helper later. Amens...

When I was busy sorting papi's belongings, the door of my house was like knocking someone.

Who's coming?