Tough Widow

Accident

"Where is papa?" Hanan dizzy looking for the existence of Angga in the middle of visitors who crowded the restaurant. 

Looking at the clock in his hand. It had been nearly fifteen minutes he had sat down, but there had been no sign of the man coming. 

"Did you forget?" 

Hanan again contacted Angga, but this time his phone was off. 

"What the fuck is papa? How could he forget his own promise," his grunts were annoyed. 

Hanan finished a glass of condensed juice and switched to eating the potato sticks that had been ordered. Eliminates the feeling of saturation due to waiting too long.

Seeing some young men who were talking to their respective partners then busy playing their phones. 

"I'll wait another five minutes, if it doesn't come I'll go."

"Hanan," called out a heavy voice from behind. 

Hanan. He was digesting a familiar voice in his ears. It was not the voice of Angga but the voice of Ikram. 

Why is papa Ikram coming?

Hanan's chest burst out in a furious rage. The crying six years ago seemed to never disappear in memory and continued to want to hate the man. 

The sound of the thump of shoes and the floor is getting louder, it means that Ikram is getting closer. 

"Can papa sit down?" ask me with a soft tone. 

Hanan threw away his face, refusing to face his own biological father. 

Although not yet allowed, Ikram still sat in front of the son who looked indifferent. 

"Papa knows you're here waiting for Papa Angga. But baby, he can't come there's an important meeting that can't be pushed back." Ikram started the conversation. 

Hanan was silent, not wanting to open his voice or speak.

"Do you hate papa so much? If so, what can you do to get rid of your hate?" ask from the heart.

As a father who had not been considered for many years made him tired and wanted to give up, maybe that was how Hanan felt when he ignored him. 

"Not to be asked, I'm sure you know the answer. Now go don't disturb my life and mama's!" have Hanan point towards the front door. 

Ikram tied his hands together on the table. Take a deep breath. He had run out of ways to tear down the man in front of him. Can only smile at Hanan's anger that seems to be rising. 

"Sir papa. But please, if you ever die, come to papa's grave. Even if you don't want to acknowledge being a papa anymore."

Hanan's heartache is indeed extraordinary, can not even be described with anything in this world, but hearing the words of Ikram makes his heart beat faster. 

"Excuse me!"

Ikram stood up and left Hanan. Free, pressed as hard as any son it could not be broken. 

"If you were going to attend a school event, maybe I wouldn't be this sick, Pa. Maybe the door of my heart can still be open and will forgive papa." 

Hanan rolled his ten fingers until they were fists. Then, it hit the table and made some people around him surprised. 

Hanan stood up. After getting an explanation from Ikram that Angga did not come. He's out of the restaurant.

Almost opening the car door, he was surprised by some people running towards the road. They look panicked. Several security guards were busy stopping the passing vehicle. 

Hanan's feet swung towards a woman standing beside the restaurant gate. 

"What's up ahead, ma'am?" ask Hanan doubtfully. Staring at the white car that looks crooked on the front and side. 

Hanan returned to his car. However, suddenly remembered with the words of Ikram concerning death. 

Papa

Hanan closed his car door again and ran towards the highway. Closer to the scene of the incident. 

"Where are the victims, sir?" ask Hanan worriedly. Staring at a car similar to Ikram's. 

"It's been taken to the hospital, Mas. Seems pretty bad, "one of the guys who saw the chronology. 

Hanan looked at the license plate number and contacted Ikram. 

There was no answer, but the ringing of the phone simultaneously rang out from inside the car that was in front of him. 

Hanan's chest felt claustrophobic, he stepped in search of the source of the voice.

How surprised to see the phone under the front seat. However, he could not pick up the object when a burly hand pulled him from behind. 

"Don't take it, we'll do an investigation" he said. 

Hanan stared intently at the police on duty. His lips were locked and he could not say anything, even now he could not think anymore. Both of his hands were trembling with teary eyes. 

"I have to go to the hospital now." Hanan split the crowd and ran towards the car. 

Despite his chaotic thoughts, he still drove his car well, the only destination this time around was the hospital. 

"I'm sure it's not papa, it's just a coincidence." Hanan tried to dismiss his own conjecture and wished him the best. 

Hanan goes to the hospital, he doesn't want to contact the others before confirming the truth.

"Where was the accident patient's room?" hanan asked with trembling lips. 

"In the third-floor emergency room, Mas. Please enter!" answer the receptionist on duty. 

Hanan hurried to continue his steps towards the third floor. Although most likely it is a Kram but inwardly said no. 

O God, if it is true that it is papa, give him healing, Hanan prayed in his heart. 

He got out of the elevator. Look for a room like the receptionist said. 

"Sorry to ask, Sus. Where's the crash patient room you just brought here?" hanan asked with a hunting breath. 

"Oh, just been treated by a doctor, please wait outside." Designate the room at the edge. "Are you his family?" ask the sister again to Hanan. 

"I–iya," replied Hanan quickly.

The sister thrust a wallet in front of Hanan. 

"So we found this wallet in the pocket of the patient's pants. Please check, maybe something is missing can be reported later," said the nurse and then left. 

Hanan was increasingly overcome with fear at the wallet he had in his hand. 

He opened the wallet slowly. At once Hanan's body felt weak when he saw his picture displayed in the wallet. His legs felt so flexible that they could not support his body. 

Reminds me of the words that seem to be a sign. 

"No, papa must be cured. He can't leave me and the sisters." Remain confident that Ikram is okay. 

Hanan got back up and walked towards the emergency room not far from where he was.

He contacted Ayu and Angga. Tell them to come soon.