Mastenges

81. Contrition

Slekkk...!

The door of the inpatient room occupied by Berta was open. Instantly, the look on Berta's face looks cramped, when he saw the Typhoon walking into the room.

"You, you kept your promise," said Berta as he continued to stare at the Typhoon with an astonished look.

"Good morning ma'am. Yes, I came to keep my promise." Typhoon smiling sweetly. Then, he glanced at Bella who had just finished bathing and was about to apply make-up on her beautiful face.

"Good morning" said Typhoon to Bella.

Bella glanced at the Typhoon with an awkward attitude. Then, he simply smiled and re-applied a thin make-up on his face.

Berta looked at the attitude of Typhoon and Bella. Then, he smiled to himself. He remembers very well when he and Pongki began to knit romance stories. The attitude of Typhoon and Bella said that between them there was something very meaningful.

"Mom, we're just waiting for the doctor to come, about ten o'clock. Which means two hours from now. I hope you are patient.... I have also told my colleagues, to prepare a room, for mother and father when they meet later," said Typhoon.

"Alright," Berta nodded and smiled at the Typhoon.

"Mom's had breakfast?" Ask the Typhoon again.

"Here, it was fed to Bella."

Typhoon again glanced at Bella who had just finished dressing up, and now, the girl looks to be cleaning up her and Berta's belongings. Because soon he and Berta will leave the hospital.

Unasked, Typhoon moves in to help Bella. Until unintentionally, they both take one item that they will pack. Typhoon's hand touched Bella's back. For a moment, they looked at each other and began to appear a red hue on Bella's cheeks. While on the lips of the Typhoon, began to develop a sweet smile that became the hallmark of the man.

"You alone" Typhoon undoes his intention to take the thing.

Bella nodded and grabbed the object and put it in Berta's suitcase.

Berta who was still in bed, continued to look at the attitude and behavior of the two people.

"You guys dating?" Ask Berta.

Surprised faces appeared on Bella's and Typhoon's face, which had just turned towards Berta.

"I mean mam?" Ask Bella.

"You guys are dating, right? Mami knows,"

"Know where?" Bella asked again, but now accompanied by an attitude that seemed wrong.

"Mommy was once young Bella. and...what's your name?"

"Ah yes, Typhoon. Actually I prefer to call you Paijo," said Berta while smiling bitterly.

Typhoon was silent, he knew very well, the person named Paijo was very dear to Berta. Open up a person named Typhoon.

As for Bella, the girl returned to tidy things up and put them in a suitcase.

"Is it true, my husband asked you to look after us?" Ask Berta again.

The typhoon was silent for a while, then he nodded confirming what had just become a question for Berta. While Bella, stunned and began to lower her face. However, he felt that there was something strange about Pongki's request to leave his son and wife to the person who had betrayed him.

"Why did daddy leave us to you?" Bella asked with a stifled voice.

"I don't know" said Typhoon.

And silence..

..

Pongki's face looked so tired. This is the third day he is in custody. This morning, he was pensive with a bowl of chicken porridge in front of him. The chicken was still intact, not touched at all. In fact, the chicken porridge was already cold. Because, he let her be for over an hour.

The faces of Berta and Bella continued to be reflected in her eyes. Flashbacks of all his deeds and crimes also come to pass. It was like he was turning back his time during life.

Starting from his childhood. Pongki has a hardworking father. Pongki's father was a farmer. While her mother is only a housewife who helps her husband's daily work in the rice fields.

So great was the hope of both parents to Pongki. He succeeded in school to level S1. And so are Pongki's sisters. They successfully established themselves in university and earned their S1 degree.

"You're a good man. Remember, your parents fought for you like you. So the person who succeeds by sweat alone. Never do anything stupid. You can avoid trouble, but you can never avoid regret." That's what Pongki's father said when he was in junior high school.

Tears began to flow down Pongki's cheeks. Given how he had ignored the good advice given by his father. Not many children have great parents like their parents. However, no matter how good the parents are, the choice of life remains in the hands of the child.

Then, imagine back when Pongki died home to study in the capital. How his parents released him with a proud heart, but clearly sadness in the eyes of both parents. However, all of that can be redeemed Pongki with an immeasurable smile of pride, when Pongki successfully completed his education in the Capital.

The sadness was re-engraved on the faces of his parents when he saw Pongki coming home to his hometown in a state of disintegration because of love. Followed by the presence of Berta who was pregnant with his first child. Shame that he threw into the face of his parents made him ignored by his father and mother.

But he got a smile back, as he promised to fix it all. Again, parents are amazing creatures. They have infinite love and forgiveness. Finally, he was able to rise, despite having to take a dirty path, and managed to get the blessing of his parents and Berta's parents to be able to marry and step with a sacred promise.

Pongki started crying. When he remembered how much he tried to smile at his son and wife. He was the target of a police operation and suffered from extreme anxiety, so he chose to part ways temporarily with Berta and Bella. Finally, he met Anna who had stopped in his life. And now, his wishful thinking brings himself back to the reality of life. He is locked up and alone. To take responsibility for what he has done so far.

There is a truth to the saying, as high as the birds fly, finally to the landfall as well. How high do we fly or go above? Will it not land be destroyed? or overburdening? Moreover, what we have done is not a good thing.

Pongki wiped his tears. He stared at the porridge which was now starting to get soft. His life is like that porridge. At first the rice, until it becomes porridge. Now it is mushy and draws out water, want to eat also feels lazy. Finally he pushed the bowl of porridge away from before him. He got up from his seat and curled up on a thin mattress that some days accompanied the cold of his nights.