My Father is Not a Criminal

Chapter 18

Finally, when the wait arrives, Bu Bakir and Nabila will visit the prison where Pak Bakir was detained and reportedly sick.

Rio, Nabila's boyfriend, is willing to drive the mother and child in his car.

"Don't you know, your boyfriend wants to send us to jail?" ask Bu Bakir.

"Yes, Mom. Now, Brother Rio is walking here. Just now she chatted, this is her chat," said Nabila while showing her phone screen.

Bu Bakir took a heavy breath. Not to disagree Nabila has a boyfriend, but Bu Bakir does not want his son disappointed. After his girlfriend knew the state of their family and decided to leave Nabila.

"Why, Mom? You don't like having a boyfriend?" asked Nabila after seeing her mother was silent for a long time.

"Not so, Ndhuk. I'm just afraid you're disappointed. You know, your boyfriend can't accept our family situation. Your father was an inmate, often called trash by society."

"If you've told me everything, Mom. Brother Rio already knows, if if if if the child is an inmate, and he can accept it."

"Are you sure he can take it?"

"Related, Mom. Brother Rio is also the one who made it between us to Father's place. Time if he doesn't know, nawarin make delivery to prison, anyway? It's impossible, Mom."

"Good then. I don't think she knows yet. That's why I worry, people like us, sometimes make other people misunderstand. Many judge bad, but know nothing."

"Mother take it easy, Brother Rio already knows, and he doesn't judge us bad either."

A car stopped in front of a narrow alley leading to Nabila's grandfather's house. A young man got out of the car and immediately walked into the alley. When he arrived in front of a house, the young man saw two women sitting on a terrace.

"Well, that's Rio," said Bila while pointing at the young man with his chin.

"Morning, Mum. Morning Bila," said Rio while kissing Bu Bakir's hand.

"By the morning, son."

"August, Brother. My-this's mom. Mother, this is Rio's sister," Nabila introduced Rio to her mother.

"Thank you, son. I'd like to be made to bother Mom and If, to send to the Father."

"Ah, it's okay, ma'am. I don't bother, so Mom and Nabila don't feel shy. This is my own who offers, not Nabila who asks."

"Yes, I'm very grateful to you, Rio boy."

"Don't feel shy, Mom. Let's just go, instead of going for the afternoon! My car, I parked in front of the alley, because there's no way I can get in here."

"Yes, obviously. His alley is narrow like a gini. At least the bike can get in here," said Nabila.

After saying goodbye to Nabila's grandfather and grandmother, the three immediately went to prison. Grandpa and Grandma drove them to the front of the fence.

Meanwhile, Dika's house, it looks like the little family is enjoying their breakfast. Little Tasya, seemed to eat voraciously. Her cheeks were pinched, moving up and down as she chewed.

"Where, Tasya? It's good to cook Papa?"

"Such a son, Pa. Fried rice made by Papa emang yahud. This is only Tasya has added twice, " replied Tasya while giving her thumbs.

"Pinter papa's son, eat a lot ya, honey! Let Tasya hurry," said Dika with a smile.

"Today, Ms. Yu and Ms. Bila will visit Pak Bakir in the prison you know, Mas," said Winda while chewing fried rice.

"So morning Ms. Yu called Mama. How about we meet them too, Pa?"

"I mean, Mama? We go to that prison too?"

"Yes, Mama is free again. After all, since Pak Bakir went to prison, Mama has never even visited him. It's usually just Papa, right, who goes there?"

"Yes too. But today Papa is busy, Ma. There are some laptops to be taken this afternoon. Sueb also some days not nongol in the workshop. Try there him, Papa can nitip the workshop and take Mama to the prison."

"Where's Bang Sueb, Pa?"

"I don't know, Ma. Ever since he found his wallet that day, he never nongol again in the workshop. Cut the money times."

"A lot of it, huh?"

"What fists?"

"That wallet."

"lots. There were five million times, that time was counted in front of Papa anyway, same Sueb."

"Not returned? It's the kasian who lost his wallet."

"Udah Papa Saranin, but Sueb won't listen. He also needed money to do his laundry, maybe because of that, he didn't show up again in the workshop."

"It could be anyway. Is Papa no longer interested in trading cooperation with him anymore? Can the results of the motorcycle trade is bigger than opening a laptop service workshop."

Dika was silent at the question of his wife. During this time that Winda knew, Dika and Sueb worked together in the field of motor trade. Often times Dika went days out of town for trade. Maybe because he did not want to leave his son and wife too often, Dika then opened a computer workshop.

"Pa, how quiet is that?"

"No, Ma. Papa doesn't want to miss you often. Papa wants it every day to meet, so Papa opens the workshop," Dika lies.

"Father don't cooperate with Sueb again, Pa! Tasya did not want to be left again with Papa, later Tasya kangen," please Tasya who turned out from earlier to listen to the chat of his parents.

"No, my dear. Right now Papa already has a workshop, so Papa will not go out of town again," promised Dika to his son.

Tasya ran hugging and kissing her papa cheek. He sat Tasya in his lap. Pinched the cheek of Tasya because of anxiety.

"If so, I go alone, Pa. Tar Papa abis pick up Tasya, take him to the workshop, later after Mama gets home, Mama pick him up to the workshop!"

"What do you want to go up there? Take the car or ride the bike?"

"Bring the motor just let it be fast, if you bring the car will be afraid it will get stuck."

"Yes, if that's Papa who brought a car. Mama's gonna take her car home from the garage."

Winda nodded at her husband's message. Then Winda drove Dika and his daughter to the front door. Dika will go to the workshop, all of you deliver Tasya to his school.

Winda has not moved, although the car driven by Dika and his daughter has disappeared behind the corner. The woman sighed, to just stretch out her chest that felt tight. For some reason, Winda felt that there was something her husband was hiding.

After a while, Winda just went in, preparing to go to the prison, visit Pak Bakir and meet Nabila and his mother.