The Crown

Sweet memories like ice cream

Indeed, humans are sometimes more terrifying than animals. At least the animal does not have the sense, another thing with humans. However, it was a pity that their wits were used to act like animals.

"Women who are jealous are very surprising. Can do everything out of control."

"Why should I be jealous? Don't they have feelings for each other. Or is it just Arzhan who doesn't have those feelings? Or maybe they both lie and love each other?"

Mr. Raga couldn't answer anything to some of the questions I asked.

"If it wasn't for her being Arzhan's wife, and or not for her being pregnant, maybe she'd have been snuggled up in the bars."

There is always a side of compassion in every day that people have feelings. Although upset, I still want to forgive because of her condition that is pregnant.

"Let's see this first." Mr. Raga gave me a video.

"What the driver said at the time was this."

"Where did Mr Raga get this video?"

"I have some skills when it comes to scaring people."

The video shows the woman who was the guest that night. He confessed that he was asked by Alea to look for her.

"I was asked to corner Iksia about her pregnancy and her status in that house. It was all because Alea wanted everyone to know that she was Arzhan's real wife. She said that she was the mistress of the house, not Iksia who was only Mr. Indra's stepson."

That's what the woman in the video said.

"I'm still wondering why Alea did all this. He forgot that I was holding his ace? Is he not afraid if I tell his family who the father of the child he is carrying."

"Please yourself first. Drink this." Mr. Raga offered me a glass of sweet iced tea.

"Sir Raga, you know? I feel like this guy is not just a bodyguard for me. Every time there's a problem, when people are far away, and when I need to, the first father is always there."

Mr. Raga smiled.

"If my father had been as good as my father, maybe my life would have been different. Maybe I won't be in as much trouble as I am now. Mama probably won't die because of me."

There will be different stories with different people and times. Sometimes I think that if you were still around and not as bad as you used to be, I would definitely be a happy only child.

"But that means Sakya and Chana will never exist. And maybe the two of us will never meet."

True, there will be something missing from a story in another place and time.

Of all the paths of life I regret, it was their existence that I would not want to lose even if I lived in a different story. I want Sakya and Chana to remain a part of my life even if I live on the other side.

"Don't regret what happened. Our job is to fix our next life."

Raga and I returned in silence. I see him sometimes. The more often I see the more I miss the figure of an old man. For the first time I missed my father. Even though he was so evil, there was a sweet side that I had once felt when I was with him.

"Tomorrow we'll go somewhere."

"Where?"

"Pater's grave."

Mr. Raga looks surprised to hear the place I am going.

It's a secret how my father behaved to us, me and my mom. Maybe Mr. Raga was surprised because I wanted to visit.

"Mom, bacain fairy tale, yes." Chana whines as I try to put her down.

"One more time, okay. After that you're bobo because tomorrow has to be school."

The little girl nodded.

I read the dongen to Chana, while Sakya has been asleep since.

"Mom, may I ask you a question?"

"Yup."

"What's that bastard, anyway?"

My heart almost fell off hearing a question from Chana.

"Why?"

"Say I'm a bastard. Am I a pig?"

"No! of course not."

"Then why do they say I'm an illegitimate child."

What the ....

"Who said that?"

"Tante was angry. The one in her stomach is baby."

Alea? The insolent!

"Forget the guy's words huh. Now you're bobo, tomorrow mom take you to school. We'll see opah, will we?"

"Ssttts. Don't be noisy, you'll wake up."

Chana shut her mouth. Behind her tiny hands she was smiling happily. After all, Chana was very close to Papa. He must have missed his grandfather.

After driving the kids to school, I went to my dad's meal.

"Why would you suddenly want to visit my father's grave, Non? We still have a job and it's a long way from here."

"Just want to apologize."

"For?"

"Because you never visit even once."

Trees, yellowing rice fields are the sights of the trip this time. Dad died in the rest area at his new wife's place at the time.

Getting closer, I felt ungodly. Confused what to say there. Should I blame him for everything that happened? Or will I apologize for being an ungodly child who never prayed for him.

The car goes to a steep road. The cobblestone road that makes the car and its passengers sway. Even a few times my head hit the glass. Several times Mr. Raga reminded me to stay away from the car window.

When I opened the car door to get down, the road was still dirt. I was confused because I was wearing high heels.

"Come on." Mr. Raga crouched down in front of me.

"What?"

"Relse. I'll carry it."

"That's right."

Even though I rejected it, Mr. Raga is still in the same position.

"Let's go up."

"No. Yes shame times, sir."

"Most often why? Let's just say I'm a big brother, emmm no, dad."

"It's just a nag."

"Rather than wearing high heels, there are sandals. Anyway, you know you want to go to the tomb even wear sandals to the party."

"Yes it is thought his tomb was like a tomb in the cities."

"You know his tomb is on the outskirts of town."

"Yes it is. Nyeker." yes."

Raga stood up and took off his shoes.

"Just use this." He gave it to me.

"Tap-"

"Don't argue or we'll be home tomorrow morning for arguing over."

Seeing how tall and big Mr. Raga, it can be ascertained how big the size of his shoes. Maybe three of my feet went into one of his shoes.

I had trouble walking because I had to drag feet that objected to the pedestal.

Even the driver no longer hesitated to laugh loudly at how ridiculous my current situation was.

Big foot's. That's the right name for me right now.

Mr. Raga shows one grave that looks well preserved compared to the other. Maybe my new wife visits here often.

"It's a good thing we have a super great bodyguard, we can tell which one is Non Iksia's father's grave."

I smiled at the driver who was so fasting laughing at me earlier.

I sat beside the grave, looking at the name engraved on the navel. Hamdan Nugraha Bahamas.

"Yes .. This is Iksia. Do you remember? Of course I remember, right? We once went to buy ice cream during heavy rain and scolded mama when she was caught. We even took a mango, RT, got stung by a wasp, and I had a fever one day last night. Dad even had to scold mama all out that time."

I smiled even though my eyes were heating up.

"Dad, mama is now in the same realm as Papa. I'm alone now, Dad."

My tears are spilling. Cry broke.

"If Papa hadn't gone home that night and brought the woman, would we still be able to live happily? I've always wanted to be an only child who doesn't lack affection even though our lives don't struggle with treasure. I sometimes imagine what if at that time the father was the father figure that many children in the world want. Maybe, I'll be the happiest kid."

Mr. Raga sat beside me. He stroked my head slowly.

"Just pray for your father to calm down."

I looked at Mr. Raga. He smiled at me.

Allahu magfirlahu wa afihi wa fuanhu ... Al Fatihah's.