The Angel Behind the Veil

Cantika

The next day Cantika was intending to find the address she found last night but suddenly Mr. Rohim called her and said that today there was a special meeting in the publishing office of her novel and Cantika also had to attend.

Cantika decided to attend the meeting so as not to disappoint Mr. Rohim.

arriving at Cantika's office was surrounded by many reporters.

"Are you the legendary writer? tell us a little about you novel readers embracing Islam are very curious about you." The reporters kept asking Cantika and made Cantika confused.

"Sorry please give way, today we all have closed meetings and cannot be interviewed first." Mr. Rohim said then brought Cantika into the office.

In the meeting, the owner of the novel publishing office asked the writers present to express their opinions about the novel writing competition that will be held next week with the theme "Islam It's Beautiful".

"How will any of you be willing to enter this race?" Ask Mr. Saeful as the office owner.

Everyone looked at each other, they were eager to enter the race but the race was to be held next week and the novel had to be completed in at least 20 chapters as a condition to enter the race when race time began for the judges to determine who will advance to the next round and will get a chance to record the writing. So if you want to come from now on you have to write and it only has a week, then, who could write a novel of 20 chapters in such a short time with a predetermined theme, because usually the author can write quickly if the theme and style of the story he himself determines.

Seeing all the silent writers, Mr. Saeful said.

"I beg of you that there must be someone who follows this race, this is for the good name of the office and also for the progress of all of us."

"Sorry sir but it's impossible for us to finish a novel in a week. We haven't even determined the frame of the story, and if we've determined the frame it would still take at least a month to complete 20 chapters and up."

Said one of the authors present.

Seeing everyone confused Cantika said.

"God willing, I will try to write more than 20 chapters before the collection time ends."

All of the writers present looked towards Cantika, some are impressed by the courage of Cantika and some are underestimating in their hearts thinking that he who has long joined the novel publishing company is not able to how Cantika who just joined could do.

But Mr. Saeful and Mr. Rohim were very impressed with Cantika, they were sure Cantika was really able to see from the extraordinary work of Cantika which they just published.

"Then thank you and we pray that you succeed. You only need to write at least 20 chapters and about registration and the other companies that will take care of it, just focus on your writing." Said Mr. Saeful.

"Thank you for your prayers I will do well. Then excuse me first." Cantika.

"Let me drive you." Said Mr. Rohim.

"No need sir I can't trouble you."

"No trouble, come on!"

"All right."

Mr. Rohim takes Cantika home. Although Mr. Rohim does not know where Cantika's house is but Mr. Rohim knows Cantika lives in the complex near the cafe they once occupied first met.

"Can you stop in front for a second, sir?"

Mr. Rohim stopped the car immediately.

Cantika came down and came back with a white rose.

"Do you like white roses?"

Mr. Rohim asked with a focused gaze on the white rose in Cantika's hand.

"This is for my mother, when she was alive she loved white roses so every look at white roses I remember her." Cantika remembered her mother who loved white roses.

Mr. Rohim is reminded of the woman of his past.

"i used to buy white roses every time I saw them."

"No, not me but someone in my life." Mr. Rohim is like going back in time, he remembers his memories when he was with his ex-wife.

"Then this, give it to him." Cantika then gave a white rose to Mr. Rohim.

"No, we've been apart for a long time."

"Oh sorry."

Cantika feels bad for opening up Mr. Rohim's past that he might want to forget.

When he arrived near the public cemetery Cantika asked Mr. Rohim to stop again.

"Don't mind if I drop by my mom's grave first?"

Tanya Cantika felt bad for taking a lot of time Mr. Rohim.

"Of course not, I will also accompany you to pray for your mother can?"

Asked Mr. Rohim, somehow he felt anxious to see the tomb of Mother Cantika.

"Of course, as long as my mother did not come to visit her grave.

Just me and my best friend. Even my mother's brother, my own uncle, never visited my mother's grave."

Cantika said, for some reason she wanted to share her story with the middle-aged man she had not known for a long time.

Mr. Rohim feels sorry for Cantika, a kind and passionate girl but now lives alone without family.

"Oh, are you here to visit your mother's grave and then your father's?" Ask Mr. Rohim who makes Cantika confused what to answer.

"I never saw my awyah." Cantika lirih.

"Why and where is he?" Ask Mr. Rohim curious.

"Either the story is so long, that even until my mother breathes her last she tells me nothing about Dad, I'll find him probably soon."

Cantika said she remembered the address she found last night.

Mr. Rohim is increasingly curious about the story of Cantika and his mother but he does not feel good asking a lot.

"Mom see Cantika brought Mother's favorite flowers." Cantika sat down and put a white rose on his mother's grave.

Seeing the sign of overtaking on the grave of Mr. Cantika Mr. Rohim was not surprised because he already knew Cantika a convert. But seeing the name written there he shook.

"Alisa Christian!" Mr. Rohim muttered the name of Cantika's mother.

Then Mr. Rohim read the date of birth written there and Mr. Rohim trembled even more.

"Cantika, your mother's name is Alisa Kristiani? what is your house on orchid road no 46 next to an old, unused church?" Ask Mr. Rohim with a trembling body.

Cantika was surprised why Mr. Rohim could know his old home address.

"i did, but..." Not yet finished Cantika spoke Mr. Rohim directly hugged him.

"What was your date of birth like in 2003?" Ask Mr. Rohim with wet eyes.

"Yes January 01, 2003." Replied Cantika was increasingly surprised by Mr. Rohim.

"My daughter." Said Mr. Rohim while hugging Cantika. "I'm your Dad, son. I'm sorry, I didn't know that when Dad left your mother she was pregnant. Forgive me, forgive me, I'm sorry." Mr. Rohim cried hugging Cantika, he really did not think that the woman he divorced because of religious differences was pregnant with his child at that time.