My Father is Not a Criminal

The Part 60

Dika arrived in front of the shop owned by Bu Bakir who was a lot of buyers. It looks like the owner of the stall is busy serving, assisted by both his parents, Nabila's grandfather and grandmother.

For a moment, Dika hesitated. Will you go into the shop and eat? Or go find another food stall? Dika is still preparing mentally to meet the owner of the stall.

Bu Bakir looks very busy, pacing to bring orders from his customers. Grandpa was busy helping out by making tea, coffee, orange juice, or other drinks to order. Grandma looked busy on the back, doing the dishes. Nabila did not appear among the busyness. Of course, it's time for school. Not a holiday.

Dika sighed, before steadying his heart to step into the stall. In addition to the pressure of the middle village that asked to be filled, as well as worms who protested asking for nutritional intake. He has another purpose. Apologizing for all the mistakes. Either forgiven or expelled. His guilt and sins are too great.

"Sir Yu, I ordered rames rice and fresh tea, yes!" dika said after sitting ass on the stall bench.

Bu Bakir looked surprised. His eyes showed dislike. But it was only an instant. The woman then changed her expression. Friendly, typical shop owners who want to trade many buyers.

Before long the woman returned, carrying Dika's order in a tray. Then put it politely. "Please! And enjoy!" Back the woman seemed busy, serving the other buyers.

Dika sighed again. Then start eating. Instead of thinking of apologizing, the important thing is that the stomach is thrashed first filled.

Day is up. One by one the buyers left the shop. Continuing each other's activities. Go to work, trade or offer services. Now, only Dika was still seen sitting in the stall.

The three people looked at each other, looking at Dika who had no intention of leaving. Ms. Bakir seemed to feel uncomfortable. But reluctant to approach. My grandmother showed the same expression. He even seemed to want to throw the man away. Only Grandpa seemed more patient. Approaching Dika.

"Tumben once Dika Mas stopped by? What wind is it?" ask Grandpa friendly.

"Ah, Grandpa! How are you?"

Dika kisses Grandpa's wrinkled hands with reverence.

"Okay, Mas Dika. All in healthy and good. Nabila is also good. But he's at school. How are Tasya and Mba Vinda?"

"They're both good, too, Cake. Tasya is also in school, so you can't come here. Though the boy said he missed once with Nabila."

"Next time bring it here!"

"Yes, Cake."

After that, the two people kept quiet. No longer know what to say. Lousy. Grandma who was wiping the glasses and dishes, occasionally glanced at the two men. Likewise, Ms. Bakir was busy cleaning the stall.

"Grandfather, it was actually my intention to come here, wanting to apologize to Grandpa and the family. Especially on Ma'am Yu and Nabila."

Finally, there was also a sentence of apology from Dika's mouth. After the man strengthened his heart to say it.

"Mas Dika knows right, what is the fault of Mas Dika?"

"Yes, Cake! I know! Very know. But ... I'm too cowardly to admit it."

Dika lowered his face. Dare not look at the old face in front of him. Dika started shedding tears. Tears of regret. Grandfather sighed, before continuing to speak.

"To be sorry, Grandpa thought that Grandpa's son and granddaughter had forgiven him, Mas Dika. Grandpa always taught them to forgive others' mistakes. Even before the person apologizes. But ... "

"Yes, Cake?" Dika ventured to raise his face. Looking into Grandpa's eyes. Want to know the continuation of Grandpa's broken sentence.

"Grandfather knows they're disappointed, Mom. Disappointment that makes them have not forgotten the mistakes of Mas Dika. Forgive, but not to forget."

Dika sighed. The man knows. Bu Bakir and Nabila were very disappointed in him. Evidently when Pak Bakir died, they showed a very unfriendly attitude. Winda, who did not know her husband, was upset.

"Give yourself to the police?"

Dika shakes. The man didn't have enough courage to turn himself in. Too scared to crouch behind bars.

"Then, what would you do?"

"Either! I don't know either, Cake. Maybe I'll get out of town. Seeking a life elsewhere."

"Wife and your son?"

"They'll stay here. Here's their house."

"Why?"

"I'm an animal, Cake. I have done an animal deed that my wife probably will not forgive. Willa has kicked me out of the house."

Grandfather shook his head in concern. Never thought, the good man he knew first, turned out to be just an image. Bu Bakir and Grandma who were stealing heard their conversation, looked at each other. Without knowing what to comment. Hate, but also worry.

"That's your household problem, Mas Dika. Grandpa has no right to interfere. Grandpa can only pray that all your problems will be solved quickly."

"Amen! Thank you, Cake."

"Grandpa, don't run away from trouble! Finish it! Even though it hurts so much. Running away will never make you feel calm. You will always be burdened, and it will be difficult to step."

"Yes, Cake. I will follow Grandpa's advice. After this I will go home. Solving problems with the Winda. Whatever the decision is, I will accept it with the air."

"Good, Dika Mas!"

"Then, I say yes, Cake! Please send my apologies to Mbak Yu and Nabila. One day, if God still gives me long life, I will come again. Apologize again."

"Yes, be careful, Dika!"

Dika kissed Grandpa's hand, before coming out of the stall and leaving a red sheet to pay for his food and drink that morning. Bu Bakir approached Grandpa after Dika left.

"Why is he, sir?"

"There's a problem with his wife. Seems heavy, because he got kicked out with Vinda."

"Hem, there's-there's just. Wonderful, so people really like to sin."

"His name is also human, Ndhuk! Not turned into a fairy. But you've forgiven her, haven't you?"

"It's okay, sir. God will not forgive the guilt of man, who will not forgive the guilt of his neighbor. Isn't that right, sir?"

"Yes, Ndhuk. We forgive, not for others. But to ourselves."

"Yes already, sir. Let him be creative. Now Father's same Mother rest! The shop is also quiet. Thanks for helping."

"Don't thank me. We really need to help each other. We're family."

Grandpa patted his son's shoulder before it passed.