My husband never loved me
So she...
"Who's Bun?" ask Hanif. The man looked seriously at his mother who was still pecking while pulling her forehead. "Bun!" call Hanif because his mother doesn't answer his questions.
"Is it possible to have your Grandma dear, let's try to check Grandma's belongings in her room," replied Bu Tari and Hanif just shook his head. "Yes, you rest there!" he continued to tell his son to go to the room.
As per the order of her mother Hanif chose to go to the room. Maybe by resting for a moment his body, his mind can think normally. And he can look for Sisi's whereabouts. With slow steps, Hanif arrived at his room. The man walked to the table beside his bed and put his cell phone there. After that, he went to his room. But before going into the bathroom, Hanif took his towel first. When he got the towel, Hanif then went into the bathroom. Just half his body went inside, the ringing sound of his phone unbending his intention to go inside. Hanif chose to rush to answer the incoming phone from his cellphone. And his only hope was one, the number that contacted him was from Bilqis. However, her hopes were soon dashed as she looked from the screen of her phone, Veronika's name there.
"Assalamualaikum, Ver!" replied Hanif lazily.
They chatted for a moment, after which Hanif forced to close the call from Veronika on the grounds that she wanted to shower first. Veronica tells Hanif that Hanif will have to drive her to her subscription boutique tomorrow to pick up a kebaya that she will be wearing at the wedding ceremony that will be held soon. After putting his phone back on the table, Hanif went back to the bathroom.
Somewhere else.
Bu Tari was still observing the photo of her late father found by Hanif, earlier. While leaning her back on the headboard, Ms. Tari noticed the photo. His heart ached when he remembered the figure in the photo. It hurts not because he hates that figure. But, he was sad that he was not beside his Father, as his Father breathed his last. Without feeling the clear liquid escaped from the eye fertilizer Bu Tari. As soon as possible she wiped away the tears that started to wet her face.
Regret, always attacking the inner middle-aged woman. How not, if at that time he was not as selfish as it was to leave his parents and choose to move to Jogja, maybe he could still get sorry before his father closed his eyes. And that is very regretted by Bu Tari to date.
Looking at the photo, Ms. Tari remembered her late mother. Maybe the photo he was holding was a photo of his late mother. Finally, Bu Tari chose to get out of his bed and walk to the room of the late Grandpa Puspita.
Once there, her tears fell again. Recalling his last moments with his late mother. He continued walking until he reached the bed of the room. His eyes turned to a picture on the table, beside the bed. A photo of himself with Nek Puspita. Satisfied looking at the photo, now his gaze turned to a medium-sized box that was plastered near the picture frame. Bu Tari took the wooden box, and slowly opened it. After it opened perfectly, Bu Tari picked up one by one the items in the box. Like his father's diamond necklace for Nek Puspita. And some photos.
Bu Tari took some of the photos, and opened them one by one. The pictures are about him and his parents. Until the last photo that made him widen his eyes. A little surprised by the photo. Ms. Tari took the photo and put the other photos back in the box again. After he looked at the photo, he began to wonder and guess about the photo. What is Miss Sarah's relationship with her late mother. Why would Grandma Puspita keep a picture of Miss Sarah in that box. Ms. Tari looked for clues that could answer her question from the photo, until she turned the photo over and there was a handwriting there.
Read by Bu Tari. How surprised he was to know the truth. Ms. Tari knows that Miss Sarah, the one who will be her irony is her stepmother. Second wife of his father. He did not expect, fate was so toying with the lives of himself and his son or indeed it was a sign, that Hanif was a match with Sisi.
As soon as possible he took the photo, and rushed back to his room. His chest felt tight at this moment after knowing that truth. But, he still did not believe a hundred percent in what he saw. And tomorrow Ms. Tari will ask Veronika and her mother directly. Miss Sarah is the second wife of her father.
Hanif who just finished his bath, he immediately took his phone to check the message from there. But apparently there was no reply from Bilqis, making the man wipe his face rough. "Shift..why hasn't it been answered, anyway!" he threw his cell phone in bed. After that, she chose to wear her clothes.
After fully dressed, Hanif rushed downstairs, not forgetting he picked up his hanging briefcase, in a special window to store his bag. The man immediately stepped out of his room. Just now, he's out. His phone rang and a message notification came from Bilqis. Same with Faisal and Fatan, the woman also did not tell Sisi's whereabouts on Hanif. Upset with Bilqis, Hanif immediately called her.
"Bilqis, please tell me where Sisi is now?"
"Sorry doctor Hanif, I don't know where Sisi is at the moment" Bilqis said.
"You don't lie, there's no way you don't know where Sisi is right now" Hanif said in disbelief. "OK, if you don't want to tell me where Sisi is, tell me his number!"
"Sorry, Doc. I can't!!!" Bilqis closed his call.
"Dickhead!!? Why don't you all tell me where Sisi is at this time!!!" emotional talk.
Hanif continued his steps towards the dining room. Upon arriving there, how surprised Hanif was when he did not see his mother there. The dining table was empty, there was no food there.
"Mother, is Mother sick!" terka Hanif rushed towards her mother's room.
When she was in front of her mother's room, Hanif immediately knocked on the door of the room, but there was no word from inside. Hanif chose to open it directly, after the door opened Hanif went straight inside. But the room was empty, uninhabited.
To be continued
