
Sabrina Magfirah
The ringing sound of Abi Afnan's cell phone broke the silence on the breakfast table.
"Mita?" Abi Afnan.
"Tumben really Mita called Abi this early" said Ummi Aisya with frown.
"Maybe there is an urgent, Ummi" Sela Bina.
"Remember, Bi" Bina said to Abi.
Abi Afnan also obeyed the words of the princess "Assalamu alaikum, what are you calling me so early Mit?" Ask Abi Afnan.
"....."
"You don't joke Mita, why didn't Dinarti contact me first" A shrill voice came from Abi Afnan.
"....."
"Yes, please prepare my return now" Abi Afnan hung up.
"What's wrong with Madam Dinarti, Bi?"
"Auntie Dinarti why, Bi?"
Ummi Aisya and Bina both poked Abi Afnan with the same question. While Mina she was just busy chewing her breakfast without caring about Grandpa, Grandma and Mother.
"Critically, she has advanced brain cancer. Dinarti can no longer help Abi run the company" Abi Afnan explained.
"Mas Raka..."
"Om Raka's..."
Ummi Aisya and Bina again moaned at the same time.
"How come you're doing nothing here by yourself?" Ask Abi Afnan.
"Bina and Mina will join Abi and Ummi in Indonesia" Bina said while glancing at the princess.
"Where's nda?" Asked Mina with her lisp voice.
"We are the home of Grandpa and Grandma, we can also meet Opa Satya more often there" explained Bina.
"We're going to see Dad too?"
Hearing Mina's words made Bina unable to shed her tears. She hugged Mina, her body began to shake. Bina kissed Mina's head with a guilty feeling.
Every time Mina asked about her father like that, it always caused a sense of guilt in her. Not once twice did Mina ask about her father, and as much as possible Bina gave understanding to the princess. But his daughter refused to understand.
How long did it take for Mina to understand? When is Mina going to stop asking about her father? Is the presence of the mother not enough? Bina has tried to be the best in raising Mina. Bina has become the figure of Mother and Father for her daughter. Does Mina really need her father?
Bina remembers Malik. How's Malik doing now? Is Malik okay? Has Malik found his happiness?
"Nda?" Mina's call breaks Bina's daydream.
"Do you mind if we go home with Grandpa and Grandma?" Bina asked her daughter once more.
"Yes nda" he said in his lisp.
"Are you ready to go back to Indonesia, son?" Ummi asked Aisya because she still saw doubt in Bina's eyes.
"Yes Ummi, maybe Aunt Dinarti has opened a way for me to come out of this hideout."
"Yes, you and Mina are ready for the next two hours" Abi Afnan said. Bina also invited Mina to pack her things.
Three hours have passed now Abi Afnan, Ummi Aisya, Bina and Mina have set foot back in the homeland. A place of a million memories. Before their departure, Abi Afnan mandated Dimas and Sari to take care of Mina's transfer papers at her school. Dimas and Sari also responded to Abi's request.
"Nda kebelet" said Mina while tugging at the Mother's robe.
"Dear, let's go to the toilet."
"Come, Ummi, I'll take Mina to the toilet first, yeah" Bina took Mina's hand.
Without Bina realizing there was a pair of eyes watching him.
Czechoslovak... Czechoslovak... Czechoslovak...
After Mina finished her defecation Bina again took the hand of the princess to go back to Abi Afnan and Umm Aisya.
BUGH
"Sorry..." Said the man who hit Bina.
Bina looked closely at the man and finally "Al-al-dita" Bina said with nervousness.
"Breasurement Officer?"
Then Aldita's eyes led to a small figure in Bina's arms.
"Who is this, Ma'am?" Aldita asked while pointing at Mina.
"Eh dear salim used to be the same aunt" Mina also obeyed the words of the Mother. He grabbed Aldita's hand and kissed the back of his hand.
"This child, why does it look so similar to Malik?" Inner Aldita.
"Dit, I was first well Abi same Ummi was waiting for." Bina and Mina leave Aldita still confused.
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Malik Ibrahim's
Yes, the photo is a photo of Bina and Mina when they want to go to the toilet. Aldita sent a photo with the caption "Lady is back."
After sending the photos to her sister she turned off her phone. Looks like Tengil Aldita mode is in On state.
Darma Corp
Monthly meeting of shareholders began, Andra the assistant acted as the meeting leader that morning. The meeting participants who attended without fervently hearing Andra's presentation. Not with CEO Darma Corp.
I don't know where his heart and mind wandered. He was not focused on what Andra said.
Drr... Drr... Drr...
His phone rang he immediately opened whatsapp message sent by his sister.
Malik's body was stiff, the phone in his hand fell to the floor. Distract Andra and other meeting participants.
"Andra hand over the car keys, I have to go now" Malik ordered Andra after picking up his dropped phone.
"Now Sir?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"But we're in a meeting."
"Can disperse. Continue tomorrow" Malik walked out of the meeting room in a hurry.
Malik calls his sister to question the photo he sent just now. But alas, Aldita has turned off his phone.
Up in the car Malik was still glued, his eyes continued to look at the photo of Bina.
"Is this really you Bina?" Malik Rintih.
A bunch of tears fell down Malik's cheeks. The woman he missed, the woman whose heart he had left.
Not wanting to waste a lot of time, Malik spurred his iron train at maximum speed. This time it was the main house.
Fifteen minutes into the streets of the capital, Malik arrives at the Ibrahim's Family residence. The house that became a silent witness to the growth and development of himself and his brother Aldita Ibrahim.
"GRANDCHAM!!!" Shouted Malik.
"Are you why is that so?" Mama Naya.
"Where is mah?" Malik asked as he spread his gaze around the entire corner of the house.
"In the bedroom again" Malik immediately ran towards the sister's room.
BUGH
Malik opened the door to his sister's room.
"Don't just go into someone's room, knock on the cake or greetings" Omel Aldita.
"Where are you going to meet Bina?"
"My payment is expensive, your homicide detective ngak becus nyari Mbak Bina for six years" Goda Aldita.
"Whatever you ask Brother to fulfill."
"Apartment and car?" Tawar Aldita's.
"Yes any deck."
"I suspect information about Mbak Bina is this expensive."
"DAD."
"I've met Mama Bina at the airport. But who should you ask me, who is the little boy that Mbak Bina is holding?"
"Little child" Malik's forehead immediately wrinkled.
Aldita grabbed her phone on the nightstand while showing a photo of Bina holding Mina.
"Why is this kid's face so familiar to my eyes?" Inner Malik.
"Sister may be too focused on Mbak Bina to not see the child who was taken by Mbak Bina" Celoteh Aldita.
"Whose son is that?" Ask Malik.
"The reason I asked Mbak Bina was whose child, he immediately dodged" explained Aldita.
Malik grabbed his phone in his pocket. Looking for contact informant "I sent you a photo, your job is to investigate him. I want very detailed information. Bring me your data for a while at my apartment" Malik decided to call.
At night.
Malik's body trembled violently, he squeezed out all the papers the informant gave him. His mind and heart refused to believe all the information he had received from the informant.
"AKKKKKKH" Everything on his desk he threw. All the stuff on the table fell out.
"SABRINAAAAAA" Malik covered his face with both hands. It is clear that sadness and heartache now envelop him. Malik could not accept the fact that Bina had had a child from another man.
"Your Path is to Build. You can hurt me" Malik muttered alone. A wisp of disappointment stifled his chest. Told in his heart did Bina not love him anymore?
The information that Malik received, for six years Bina lived with his family in Singapore. Sabrina has a daughter who is called Mina every day. The boy is now four years and six months old.
"Who is the brengs*k man who married Bina? Why can't the informant get information about Mina's father? Why did the man leave Bina pregnant and let Bina alone raise her child? Where is brengs*k's man now? Data from the hospital doesn't show information about Mina's father?" Inner Malik.
NB: Warming up before the author brings together Mas Malik and Mbak Bina. I took a sniff from their meeting but could not promise a quick deposit. Wait, well, they'll be found soon.
*Happy Reading*
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