
After leaving the court, Iwan headed to the parking lot with a feeling of relief and guilt in his heart. Relieved that he had escaped from Mira, while the guilt he felt for Wati. A great woman who had been willing to accept him back, even her children from Mira.
Now, for some reason his mind was fixed on Kiran and Tita his step-son. If now Diki and Diva have been 'saved', how will the fate of Kiran and Tita next?
Thinking about that, there was a sense of compassion in both. However, they once lived one roof, and Iwan loved both just as much as his affection for Diki and Diva. Now that Iwan has divorced his wife, maybe Kiran and Tita will be more abandoned after this. Mira would be less likely to be at home because she felt free, as Diki told her.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to one of the wholesale centers of clothes and fabrics to meet Uda Irman, Kiran's father and Tita. At least, he must be responsible for separating Father and son due to the betrayal he did with Mira. May his heart melt after hearing the explanation from Iwan.
Arriving there, Iwan just went straight to the jongko where He and Mira had met. There's not much change, it's almost the same as six years ago. He also sees Uda Irman writing a bond recorder on the storefront, just as he used to when kissing Mira secretly on both shelves.
Iwan stood sculpting, his memories like being sucked into the past.
"What are you looking for, sir?" Ask a veiled woman who came out from behind a clothes hanger. Maybe Uda Irman's employee. Instantly, Iwan's daydream instantly froze.
Awfully, Iwan shook his head slowly. He went in to meet Uda Irman in a jongko.
"So." she said nervously.
"Yes.." He answered while looking up his face. Then his eyes narrowed, looking at who was now standing before him.
"You...." Uda Irman shouted furiously after recognizing who had come. His face was filled with hatred. "Why are you here? Not satisfied you destroyed my family?" He shouted again as he rushed out through the side of the storefront.
"So, listen to my explanation first." said Iwan stammering.
"Ahh, no need!" Unexpectedly, Uda Irman's punch landed heavily on Iwan's face and made him stagger fall on the display clothes rack. Inevitably, the clothes shelves fell scattered.
The commotion that occurred at the Uda Irman store, invited visitors and fellow traders to come there.
"What's this?" They asked in unison when he saw Uda Irman was still beating Iwan fiercely.
"Quick call security" shouted the other while trying to separate this unbalanced fight because Iwan did not fight.
Shortly thereafter, two security came with a rush to get there.
"What's this about? Any maling?" Ask them when they see the commotion. While the fight has been successfully broken up.
"Bring this accursed creature out. I won't see him again.. Ohhhh!" Shouted Uda Irman scolded while spitting on the floor with extreme hatred.
"She. Listen to me first. I'm sorry for destroying Uda's household, but please take Kiran and Tita with you. They are innocent Uda.." said Iwan while kneeling holding the leg of Uda Irman who immediately flapped firmly to make Iwan fall down.
"I'm divorced from Mira, Uda. I'm broke.."Iwan said in a choked up voice "I'm worried about the fate of Kiran and Tita going forward if it stays nurtured by people like Mira.." Iwan pleaded with tears.
"You can hate me and Mira, but Kiran and Tita are innocent of anything. Have pity on them Uda." he continued.
"Go... Go you, basic brengs*k shameless. You used to take my wife and children, now you lightly say that. Pant*k, don't know yourself! Go there. go...!" Shouted Uda Irman, he kicked whatever was in front of him without mercy. Some of the adult men holding it looked overwhelmed.
"Uda. please consider my words...!" He shouted before disappearing from the crowd.
After Iwan died, Uda Irman fell on the floor. His breathing was still hunting, his hands were still trembling signaling that anger was still controlling him. It was seen that a father gave Uda Irman a bottle of water, but he was subtly rejected.
"So, is it okay?" Ask while rubbing the back of Uda Irman. Uda Irman shook his head weakly.
"Too once we go first, huh?" The man left along with the crowd with people dispersing one by one.
"Cari.. Saris.. Please help Nita finish jongko Uda" heard someone shouting for her employees.
The person in question also came with several other people, then immediately helped Nita - an employee of Uda Irman - to clean up the mess of the former fight.
While Uda Irman who had moved to the place he used to sit behind the storefront, looked pensive. In fact he had time and time again intended to take Kiran and Tita from Mira's upbringing, even before Iwan came here. But I don't know, there's always something in his way.
The pain in his heart had not completely recovered. Many times Kiran and Tita came to see him here, he always greeted coldly, never even ignored at all even though they had tears.
His little heart actually wanted to hug them, caress their hair, or even just stare at them with affection like it used to. But when his mind was reminded of Mira's betrayal, his heart was instantly petrified. Just anger and hate there.
Many times Uda Irman rubbed his face while beristigfar. The arrival of Iwan made him a little more relieved because at least he had resolved the anger that he had been harboring for years. Simultaneously, slowly the hatred began to erode in his heart.
True said Iwan, his children do not know anything. They remain holy from the sins that their parents have committed.
After pondering for quite a while, he finally weighed in to bring Kiran and Tita, even Aril - the first child who now lives with Mira's grandmother - comes home and lives together in his house like he used to.
*****
While Iwan, on his return from meeting Uda Irman, his condition was very alarming. His face looks bruised. The corner of his lips was broken, while the buttons of his shirt were seen loose in some parts. But he looked relieved, had conveyed what he wanted to say to Uda Irman, and hoped Uda Irman knocked his heart.
When he was about to pick up the motorbike in the parking lot, his gawai sounded. He was going to take the elevator to get to the fifth floor where his motorcycle was parked. But for some reason, he chose to walk down the parking lot that way up and down and winding it.
While walking he reached into the pocket of the jacket where the device was. When he was about to pick it up, the device slipped out of his grasp and fell into a slump in the street of the descending parking lot.
Rushing Iwan ran to pick up the dropped device. His eyes were too focused on looking there, so he did not realize there was a car riding at high speed was driving towards him. Inevitably, he was hit. His body slammed into the wall before falling violently on the road. Suddenly, his body seemed to be motionless.
While at home, Wati looks so agitated. She kept the device in her ear, hoping her husband would pick up the phone. Many times she pressed her husband's number, impatiently. Shortly after, the phone was picked up. But it was not her husband who answered.
"Who is this?" Ask with a strong sense of uneasiness that dominates.
"Hello, this is the wife of the owner of this phone? The owner was in an accident, and is now taking an ambulance to the hospital..."
As soon as the device in Wati's grasp slipped off, his legs began to waver, his gaze darkening instantly. Shortly after, his body fell to the floor.
"Mothers... Mother.." her children who were watching television, immediately ran around shrouding the body of her mother who fainted.