
Bi Surti felt sorry to see Rama crying. Because just this time Bi Surti saw his employer was crying. When Aisha died, Rama never cried in front of his family.
Rama wiped his tears and went into the room and took his cell phone. Rama tried to contact Nayra.
Tut's.. Tut's.. Tut. (connecting).
There was no response from Nayra. Rama tried again. But Nayra still did not answer his call. Rama frustrated. He threw his phone on the bed and approached Bi Surti who had been watching him at the door.
"Bi Surti, why did Bi Surti not prevent Nayra from going Bi?"
"Ep.. Forgive Aunt, Mr. Rama. Aunty let Ms. Nayra go on purpose"
"But why Bi?"
"Soalya all this time Aunt pity Bu Nayra Pak. Bu Nayra has sacrificed a lot for Pak Rama and Non Kyara. But Mr. Rama never once appreciated the sacrifice of Ms. Nayra..."
"Auntie is really amazed by Bu Nayra Pak. While girls of her age were still studying and hanging out with her friends, Nayra chose to sacrifice her youth and marry Rama to fulfill the will of Bu Aisha..."
Rama silently digested Bi Surti's words. Then the middle-aged woman continued her sentence.
"Even though Ms. Aisha is dead, but all this time Non Kyara has no less affection for a mother, sir. Bu Nayra loves Non Kyara very much and considers Non Kyara like her own biological child..."
Rama started crying again.
"During this time Bu Nayra also tried to be a good wife for Mr. Rama. Every day Bu Nayra cooked Pak Rama's favorite food. Bu Nayra used to ask Bibi, what are the favorite foods of Mr. Rama. He also learned from Aunt how to make it.."
Rama's tears flowed more and more heavily on both of his cheeks.
"Sir Rama, does Mr Rama know that every day Bu Nayra always waits for Mr Rama to come home?"
"What?? But why should he wait for me Bi? Why didn't he just sleep in his room? Why is he sleeping at the dinner table?"
"Did Mr Rama not realize that all this time Bu Nayra loved Mr Rama very much?"
"What?? Nayra loves me??"
"Yes Mr. Rama. Although Ms. Nayra never said anything to Auntie. But Aunt can see him sir. Bu Nayra to change his appearance wearing the hijab also for the sake of Mr. Rama. Bu Nayra wants to look like Bu Aisha because Ms. Nayra thinks Mr. Rama likes a hijab"
Rama was shocked to hear Bi Surti's words. Rama did not think that it turned out that Nayra had loved him so much. Rama also did not expect that it turns out that there was a wife who always waited for him at home. Why did Rama realize when Nayra had left him? Rama is stupid.
"Sir Rama.. The dead can never live again sir. If Bibi can give advice, better Mr. Rama forget about Ms. Aisha. And continue the life of Mr. Rama with Bu Nayra and Non Kyara. Mr Rama does not want to lose a woman as good as Bu Nayra who has sacrificed his life for Pak Rama and also Non Kyara?"
Rama digested all the words Bi Surti had spoken.
'What Bi Surti said. I lost Aisha. I don't want to lose a woman as good as Nayra.. From now on I will try to forget Aisha and learn to love Nayra.
"Thank you Bi Surti. Aunt has awakened me.."
Bi Surti smiled with relief at Rama's words.
"Alhamdulillah O Allah." said Bi Surti while raising his hands.
***
Kyara kept crying and looking for Nayra. Kyara also does not want to eat. Santi's mother until overwhelmed facing him. He no longer knows what to do.
"Mamaaa.." shouted Kyara while crying.
"Where's Santi Mama's mom??"
"Now you go to college Non"
"Why didn't Mama come home?"
"Bi Surti, please contact Mr Rama Bi! Non Kyara Nangis continued to nyariin Bu Nayra. He also doesn't eat"
"Yes Ma'am"
Bi Surti rushes to call Rama using the landline.
Frame: "Hallo"
Surti: "Hallo Pak Rama. Sir, Non Kyara from earlier crying continues to nyariin Bu Nayra Pak. Non-kyara also does not want to eat. We don't know what else to do"
Rama: "Say Nayra was in Bi's lecture"
Surti : "Already Sir. But Non Kyara just kept nanyain Bu Nayra"
Rama: "Yes already Bi. I'll be home soon"
Surti: "Thank you sir"
Half an hour later, Rama arrived home.
Kyara runs towards Rama. Rama carried it straight away.
"Mama is going to college, baby. I'll be home too"
"But why so long Pa? Kiya wants to play with Mama"
"How about Kiya playing with Papa first while waiting for Mama to come home?"
Kyara nodded her head with a smile.
"But Papa change clothes first, baby yes. Kiya wait here first!"
"Yes Pa"
Rama also took Kyara down. Santi and Bi Surti are relieved that Kyara has stopped crying.
"Wait for Papa to change clothes, Non Kiya to eat first Non"
Santi's mother put a plate of food in front of Kyara. Kyara grabbed the spoon and put the food in her mouth. Santi and Bi Surti are relieved that Kyara is ready to eat.
***
After being satisfied to play with Rama, Kyara began to sleepy.
"Mbak Santi looks like Kyara's drowsy. Please get him to bed!" exclaim Rama.
"Good Sir"
Santi carried Kyara and led her into the room.
Rama climbed the stairs to his room. Arriving at his room, Rama dropped his body on the bed. Rama remembered Nayra. For some reason since last night the shadow of Nayra's face always haunts his mind.
Rama stood up and took his cell phone on the table. He tried to contact Nayra again.
Tut's.. Tut's.. Tut. (connecting).
There was no response from Nayra.
"Please pick up Nay's phone!"
Rama tried three times, but Nayra would not answer. Rama sends a whatsapp message to Nayra.
{ Nayra... Why don't you answer my call Nay? Are you still angry with me? I'm sorry Nay... }
Nayra only read the message but did not reply to it. Rama sent another message.
{ Kyara from earlier cry nangis nyariin yu Nay. What am I supposed to tell him? }
Nayra still did not reply. Rama's confused. He no longer knows what to do.
Rama stared at the photo of his wedding with Aisha hanging on the wall of his room. Rama took the photo down and took it out of his frame. Afterwards, Rama takes a photo album of her wedding to Aisha in her wardrobe.
Rama took the pictures to the back of the house. Rama sat on a wooden chair while staring at the photo for the last time.
"Goodbye Aisha..."
Rama burned the photos one by one. Rama desperately wants to forget Aisha and wants to open a new page with Nayra.
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