
The baritone voice diverted Dira's attention but not Dea's. He knew very well whose voice it was, Dea deliberately busied herself disturbing baby Hanan.
" Have you been a long time, De?"
Dion tries to ask Dea who seems to be kissing baby Hanan.
" Not yet."
" Have you met Mama?"
Dea nodded, Dira who felt finally exited the room, and let the two of them talk. Of course, with the door of the room left open. Dira makes drinks for Dea and Dion. Auntie Dwi in the kitchen asked.
" Can I ask you to please Bik Siti, honey. Kasian baby Hanan is living alone."
" Hanan is accompanied by Brother Dion and Dea, Tant."
Auntie Dwi instantly stopped her hand from moving her hand that was cutting fruit.
" So that was Dea, honey."
" Hu'um, what about Auntie?"
" It seems his son is quite polite. But why is it, Dion hasn't won her heart yet?"
Dira did not know how else to persuade his best friend. Auntie Dwi asked for a tray that Dira brought. That beautiful woman, wants to see Dea. When he was near the door of the room, Auntie Dwi accidentally heard their conversation. And Auntie Dwi stopped her steps.
" Mommy, I'm not the woman that's worth your family. I'm just a kid whose origins are unclear. I grew up in an orphanage, I don't know who my parents are. I don't want it to happen again, Mas."
" My parents weren't that kind of person, De."
" She, I don't want to embarrass the family. "
Dea said with a tremble. His words and heart were completely opposite. She loves Dion, but she realizes who she is.
Auntie Dwi was silent, hearing their conversation. Unaware by Dion and Dea, Auntie Dwi hears their conversation. Dea immediately came out of the room, and left Dion alone. Dea looked for Dira, after meeting, Dea also said goodbye. Dira saw Dea's wet eyes. And without saying much more, Dea left Dira's house.
" Patience, I'm sure, Dea just needs time. If you really love her, fight her."
Dion looked at his mother. Hugged her.
" Dion's Prayer to Ma."
" Yes, my dear."
*
Baby Hanan's Thanksgiving was held. Starting with the recitation, then now Baby Hanan will be scissors a little hair. Dira felt haru at once sad, because at a time like this, only Dira and her family existed. While Alby's family did not appear present. .When Baby Hanan's hair will be on the scissors, there is a sound of greeting. Alby was present with his parents.
Om Hendra's face began to be unfriendly, but Auntie Dwi asked her husband not to be carried away by the emotions of his heart.
" Pa, don't make Dira sadder."
Om Hendra nodded. Now baby Hanan has moved in Alby's arms. Dira let it go, not wanting to make a fuss. Event after event is over.
" I'm sorry, my son. Papa's late."
Alby said while kissing the forehead of baby Hanan. Dira looked at the door, it turned out that there was Dea who had just attended, and brought some gifts that were entrusted by Dira employees at the Azurra boutique.
Dira approaches Dea. Aunty Dwi, who looked like Dea was present, approached Dea.
" Welcome, De."
Degh's...
Dea looked towards Dira. With a bit of clumsiness Dea kissed aunt Dwi's hand with reverence.
" Thank you, Auntie..."
" Not Aunt, but Mama.."