The Untouched Heart

Chapter 111 - Stay With Us

I don't know how long I've been sitting on the edge of the bed after taking a shower and changing clothes. Hendra and Ara were gone a few hours ago and I still don't know what to do now when they're no longer with me.

What did Hendra mean to take immediately before the others got ahead? Is he serious that I'm the one who decides we're back together or not? Come to think of it, I'm guilty of the breakdown of our marriage. But I tried, I apologized, and he left me. If I try again, won't the result be the same?

What less did I do before that kept him away from me? Aldo that son of a bitch is out of his mind. He took advantage of my situation when he took me to the hotel. Ah, no, no. There is no point in looking for who is wrong. I need a solution.

Qiana and Helmut go to a marriage counselor to repair their relationship. Do I need to get Hendra to do the same? But we're not together anymore, do we need to see a marriage counselor?

“Damn you, Hendra. I want to hate you so much,” I said slowly.

The door of the room was knocked and opened. I looked towards the door. Only the children opened the door without waiting for my answer from within. Hadi poked his head with a frown. I smiled at him. Dira also followed behind him. They had the same facial expression. They are not usually cheerful.

“Mama's kids are up?” I approached them. Instead of welcoming me, Hadi walked to the bathroom instead. After looking into it for a while, he headed towards the clothing room. “What are you looking for, son?”

“Papa and Ara where, Ma?” tanyanya's confused.

“Which Papa and Aya, Ma?” Dira asked the same question.

I grabbed them both by the hand and took them to sit on the bed. “Papa and Ara came home while you were sleeping.”

“Where to go? This is Papa's home too.” Hadi looked around us. “Does Papa prefer to stay in a high place? Then, we stay there, Ma.”

“Hadi, we're just on vacation with Papa. We don't live together, son. You are with Dira and mom in this house, while Papa is with Ara in the apartment.” I'm trying to explain.

“Why don't we stay together?” tanyanya's confused. “Come, we go back to the villa, Ma. We can stay together there.”

“Can't, Son. You have to go back to school tomorrow and Papa has to work. Your school is here. Papa's office is also in this city.”

“How can we stay together?” tanyanya expectantly.

“Mana Papa, Ma?” asked Dira who was trying to get off my lap.

“At the time we are on vacation, we will stay together. Papa and Ara will be with us again next month, on Dira's birthday.” I'm still trying to explain.

“Papa!” Dira is trying to get out of bed. How do you explain this to them so they can understand? “Papa! Aya!” Dira ran up to the door after I helped her get off the bed.

Yuyun opened the door when she heard a knock from inside. Dira immediately rushed out of the room. “Evening is ready, Madam.” He reported and rushed to follow Dira.

“Come, we eat. Then we call Papa, yes.” persuade me. Hadi is still pouting. But she did not resist as I helped her get out of bed and walked out of the room.

“Papa! Papa!” peekkik Dira who hit the front door leaf with his hand. Yuyun tried to carry her, but the little girl dodged her.

“Dira, Papa is not outside.” I crouched down and tried to talk to him. “We eat, then later phone Papa, yes?”

I managed to persuade them to have dinner with full rebellion from Dira. In accordance with the promise I made, I contacted Hendra and thank God he answered the video call from me. Since I was using a tablet, his face could look bigger on the screen than if I were using a phone.

“Papa! Papa!” Dira immediately cried to see his father's face. Hadi is too.

“What's up? Why are you crying? Has Mama done something you don't like?” asked Hendra in a panic. I pouted hearing that phrase. Since when am I going to do something that makes my kids cry like this?

“Papa to where? Why isn't Papa home?” isak Hadi's. “Back, Pa. Don't go again.”

“Hadi,” says Hendra slowly.

“I don't want to hear! If Papa doesn't come home, I ask Mr. Liando to take me there.” Hadi wiped both his eyes with his arms.

“Papa return. Papa,” said Dira sadly.

“Are you guys going to listen to papa talk or are we waiting until you two don't cry anymore?” ask Hendra. The kids did not answer. They just cry asking him to come home. “Good. Papa wait until you guys calm down.”

Long enough to wait until they exhausted themselves, I gave each of them a glass of water to drink. My heart is not strong enough to see them as much as they want to because they cry too much. I was wrong too. Hendra shouldn't have let me go before saying goodbye to the kids. He just left, it was natural for the children to protest like this.

“We didn't live together before, then papa won't live in the same house as you are now. You'll stay with Mama, and papa with Ara. Next month we will be on vacation together again, then go home to each other. Do you guys understand? We'll meet again next month. Papa is not going anywhere,” said Hendra slowly.

“Why can't we stay together?” ask Hadi.

“I am your papa, that's right. But I'm not your mother's husband anymore. Unmarried men and women cannot live together, Nak.”

“Om Zach and Aunt Official, papa and mama Zeph live together because married?” ask Hadi again. Hendra. “Why are my mom and dad not married? Papa and Mama just get married so we can stay together.”

“It's not that easy, Nak.” Hendra sighed softly. He looks for something on the screen. He must be looking for me. I will not interfere in their conversation. Let him answer the children's questions himself. I'm not the one who wants our farewell.

“I'll talk to Grandma. When Om Zach and Aunt officially split the house, Grandma helped them to unite again. Grandma always talked to Mama, but Grandma never talked to Papa.” Hadi looked at me. “Ma, please contact Grandma.”

“Hadi, the problem is not that.” Hendra started to sound desperate.

“Ah, I know! We can call Grandma to talk to us, ‘kan, Ma? Like video call time with Om Zach and Grandma or like friends Mama.” Hadi asked me.

“Ja-don't,” says Hendra fast. “Please, do not contact Grandma.”

“Why, Pa? Papa won't talk to Grandma?”

“Talking to Grandma won't make me stay with you, Hadi,” said Hendra still trying to give understanding. My son was silent for a moment.

“Papa doesn't love Hadi. Papa doesn't love Dira either. Papa doesn't love Mama. Papa lied!” Hadi gave my tablet back to me, then ran out of the living room.