Muhasabah Love

Namira

By the time Dad found this letter, I was gone from home.

Mr. Tirta's heart was like being hit by a stone from behind to make it collapse. The man walked limp and sat on his daughter's bed.

A few seconds ago, when the door was perfectly open, the sight that Mr. Tirta had obtained was just a void. There was no Myria in the room. The room is quiet and dark because the window curtains are not opened. The man had traveled all over the room until the bathroom and ended up finding a letter on the nightstand.

I'm not going to chase Space, Dad. I'm just not ready to see Dad because I know you're home today. From yesterday I deliberately didn't pick up my phone because I didn't like talking.

I'm not angry with Dad, it's me who should be sorry if I've been defiant with Dad. Also, Dad is my family. The father of the man who helped me make the dream of college in Turkey to work alone. I'm sorry if I haven't been able to touch Dad.

Dad, maybe my attitude this time is childish and not pantes done for women whose age is already a lot like me. But all I have in mind right now is this, Dad. I was determined to leave the house this morning with the reason to go to Mom's grave and to the apartment, but actually I was not there. You don't have to be mad at Auntie or the Guard. They don't know anything.

You don't need Friska, either, because I'm not there. Dad doesn't have to look for me anywhere. You also do not have to worry because I used to live alone. I'm strong, really, Dad, even if I like to cry.

Again, I'm sorry that yesterday I was angry with you. I didn't mean to volunteer, I just wanted to make it clear that Kasa wasn't wrong, Dad. I work where he is also of my own accord. I called his best friend to take him to the company. I'm back in Space life, Dad. She's not.

Please stop blaming him. If I'm impressed to defend Kasa, it's not. I speak for what I am because it is my fault. Kasa has been quite tortured as much as it hurts, I feel sorry for him.

I'm sorry, yeah, Dad.

The letter in his hand was packed strong. Mr. Tirta covered his face and pulled his hair back. He was bowing in the abyss. Not thinking the child will leave him, but was desperately sought.

Seeing her husband grieving, Nyoya Caroline approached. The woman rubbed Mr. Tirta's back without saying anything.

The two old men were silent. Then, Mr. Tirta moved up and exited the room. He shouted loudly calling his assistant.

Daniel who was in the back house hurriedly walked over quickly. The man half ran through the pool to get to the main house. With his makeshift clothes due to just finished bathing, Daniel asked, “Master called me?”

“Myria lost. Find people to find it.”

“Nona lost?”

“Quick search!” Mr. Tirta did not let Daniel ask. The man was confused and still worried about his daughter even though he was given a message not to search. Which father is calm when one of his favorite children goes without saying goodbye especially in a fight condition.

Daniel ran back to the room to grab the blazer and the car keys. Then, he hurried away to accompany Mr. Tirta while calling many confidants who often helped. The man of one child still works even though he has not had time to rest.

The car started to leave the house. Mrs Caroline let go of her husband with worry. The woman recalled Friska and immediately contacted. When the call is connected, the sound of greeting greets the hearing.

“Waalaikumussalam, Friska.” Madam Caroline replied in a trembling voice.

Friska who was monitoring the development of her boutique development stepped aside for a while. He needs calm to hear more clearly. “Yes, Aunt.”

“Friska, where are you? Is Myria at your house?”

“Myria? There's nothing, Tan. From yesterday I was at the boutique, keep track of the workers. At home there is only Mom.”

Sure enough, as written in the letter, Myria was not at Friska's house. Where did the boy go? Mrs Caroline's mind is getting more and more unsettled.

“What's up, Auntie? Doesn't Myria work?”

Miss Caroline just realized that Friska doesn't know what happened to Myria. It is evident that his daughter's best friend asked him that.

“Oh, yes, already then. Aunt shut it down first, yes.”

Although actually confused, Friska still agreed. He'll call Myria himself and tell his best friend. However, several times, Myria's number turned out to be inactive. “Tumben really, anyway, this is son.”

***

Just arriving home and greeted by Mrs Nasita, Mr. Aji's phone rang. The man who had just taken off his shoes asked his wife to get a cell phone in her briefcase.

“Who, Ma?” asked Mr. Aji when he saw the phone was in the hands of Mrs Nasita.

“Number not saved, Pa. Try Papa see, maybe Papa forgot to add to the contact yesterday.”

“Papa don't feel familiar with this number.”

“Just give it a try, Pa. Who knows important.”

There is no harm in hearing the advice of the wife. So, Mr. Aji received the foreign call. Before replying, the man loudspeaker calls to both hear.

“Halo, assalamualaikum. Aji, this is Caroline.”

The two Space parents were both stunned to hear Mrs Caroline call. So shocked that he forgot to respond.

“Aji, hello!” Miss Caroline called again. “Sorry I got your personal number from your secretary earlier. I called receptionist Kalastra Group, he said you're home. So, I'm asking for your phone number.”

“Pa.” Mrs Nasita patted her husband's arm because Mr. Aji was stunned.

The father of two children was excited and just said, “Oh, yes, Brother. Waalaikumussalam´s chat. Doesn't matter. What's up calling?”

“Look, does your wife exist? I want to talk to him.”

The views of Mr. Aji and Mrs Nasita are back together. Then, Lady Nasita interjected, “I'm here, Brother. This Ayu.”

“Oh, yes. “ A breath sounded briefly from there and made the two recipients of the call again confused. “Ayu Nasita, has Myria come to your house today?”

“Myria?” Mistress Nasita's lips muttered. He shook his head as Mr. Aji asked in a gesture. “Nobody's here today, brother. Myria has not had communication with me for a long time. Is there a problem?”

Again, a heavy sigh sounded. Mrs Nasita's feelings turned unpleasant.

“Myria ran away from home.”

“Kabur?” Ms. Nasita could not cover up the shock. He took the cell phone out of the husband's hand to hear it himself. “What does it mean?”

Ms. Caroline took a deep breath, then explained the problems Myria and Mr. Tirta had experienced yesterday. He spoke at length without covering anything up because he felt there was nothing dangerous about telling Mrs Nasita.

Mother Space is the mother-in-law of Myria. Therefore, Lady Caroline thought that Lady Nasita must be close to Myria.

“Tirta is looking for him now with Daniel's help. I'm calling you, who knows Myria went there because she wanted to tell a story. She didn't dare to tell me, maybe worried that I was talking about it to Tirta.”

“What's been trying to call?”

“His phone was left at home. I called Friska too don't know. Later that night, if he comes home, please send me a message secretly so I can talk to Tirta first before picking him up.”

“I–iya, Sister.”

Call disconnected. Madam Nasita's strength suddenly disappeared and her body turned limp. Worries of course whack can be news, even though the son from yesterday did not say anything.

Not long after, the awaited child arrived as well. Angkasa said his greetings and astonished to side with his parents sitting on the living room sofa.

“Ma, Pa, really relaxing tumben here.”

“Kasa, tell Mama, was it true your uncle yesterday to the company and brought Myria home?”

Space jerks. He sat down and was still bowing. However, can a demanding gaze from the mother, inevitably have to confess. The man nodded weakly.

“Why didn't you tell Mama Papa?”

“I'm done with the problem, Ma. I follow Uncle Mandala's will to stay away from Myria. So, I don't think I need that story so Mama and Papa don't worry.”

“But Myria ran away from home because of that problem?”

“What?”