Nadira (forgotten)

*She really loves you, son

NICE POV

Today I deliberately asked the office for permission not to go to work, I wanted to take my daughter to work, because she left later than me and usually I have left before she left. Therefore, I better ask permission not to enter the office to give all the affection that should always be obtained, he said, but because of one thing or another I cannot always give her attention and affection, only able to steal time, for example midnight when she is fast asleep. I will go into her room and stare at the face of my daughter, my daughter. After being satisfied looking at him, I kissed his forehead, apologizing for today's mistake. Always was, almost every time I had a chance I would steal time from her deep sleep. Because that's the only time I have. The rest, just a time that must go according to his wishes.

When he saw Putri was about to take out his scooter, he saw me at a glance and it was common all this time. Before his scooter actually came out of the garage, I immediately approached him

" Let's go between the boys" I said at the time, a little awkward because indeed I never once drove him anywhere, even to school though.

He looked at me in wonder, I could have guessed it, it must have been like that response, but nothing was my fault that was never there for him, then there was no wind no rain suddenly I invited him to the car together, let him think what.

Finally with a lot of consideration Princess wants me to deliver. He said he did not go directly to his workplace but to the halfway house first. Actually I wonder, why the Princess can have the association up to the halfway house which incidentally is a slum and dirty and true as I suspected. The place is a little slum but here it is clean, ad trash and public bathrooms are fairly clean for the size of densely populated settlements.. Arriving at the halfway house, the Princess was greeted by people around then the children ran around to gather around the Princess, it looks like the Princess is very familiar and familiar in this neighborhood. Since when do princesses know people like them?? I don't know because ever since I talked to Papah Hamzah at that time, I wasn't close to my daughter and kept a distance from her.

I follow the Princess who has entered the small house, around which there is a creative playground in the middle of this densely populated settlement, it could be an alternative vacation for those who are less able.

Upon entering the house, I saw the Princess talking to a fairly old woman, perhaps the caretaker here. But there was one thing that troubled my heart, My daughter was called Dira by him. There's a throbbing moment here, pressing on the chest that feels like something's stuck up.

"Dira?" suddenly the question just came out of my mouth.

They turned, I saw the Princess a little surprised but not with the person called Amak by the Princess. He approached me and asked me with his smile, very friendly. But I did not answer the question, instead I saw my daughter who had just stayed in her place.

"Who's Dira?" mine again. This time Amak looked at my daughter.

"I" said. My chest is getting crowded, Dira?

"Why the name Dira?" Ask again. He did not know that the name was my Anjan's favorite, reminding me of him who had been in heaven.

Question after question in his words, all his uneg-uneg in conveying it. Why haven't I considered it all this time? why have I never been there for her? I couldn't answer it, I could only say that I loved him, I loved him.

Talking from heart to heart with her was not bad, all circumstances melted away instantly and I was grateful, at least I could give her a little happy day. My Anjaniku, I love our Princess, what I said in my heart.

I decided to ask her to spend some time together today. I give happiness to my daughter who has always been expected. Let my other business be thought of later, the important thing is that my daughter is happy.

My daughter fell asleep in the car due to exhaustion all day walking.

I looked at his father's face, like a drip of Anjaniku.

I smiled to myself. Tears Suddenly plunged just like that into this cheek,

I elus his head,

Papah loves you very much, son.