Among the Million Love
Chapter 22 ~Treated Miss

Under the moonlight, I looked up. Looking at the sky so dark I think tonight, there is nothing shining brightly among the millions of stars scattered. In fact, now that the full moon has changed, in fact I have not received an answer to the kite of news that I spread to the idol of the heart. Mas Dika, the man disappeared as it sank or vanished floating beyond the height of the clouds. One message I sent when the last full moon was not read was just a check, hope something bad is not happening to him.

At what time, the caress of the night wind brushed my skin which began to shiver. Similar to a thin stub drizzle like the hearts of crying girls, like me. Although accustomed to long without news from him, this time the essence is different, as if I am feeling a little lost somehow I do not know. Alone accompanied by the night, just want to stay here no matter until the night passed.

“Dysa?” I looked at the source of the voice, Papa the man.

“Pa?”

“What are these nights still standing outside?”

I shook my head, though,

“Night's wind is not good, you know. Can make in the wind.” Said the Papa who was now even walking over to me.

“What's up, hem?” Back Papa asked.

“Just want to look at the night sky. The crescent moon is beautiful, strangely the star looks dim all yes Pa?” Me and Papa looked up.

“Yes, maybe a little cloudy.” Papa replied, then he put his hands in front of his chest.

“Pa?”

“Hem?”

“What did Papa see from Mama? I mean, what makes Papa and Mama stay in the marriage bond. Have you ever been bored with your mom?” I asked Papa.

I saw Papa looking at me, then stroking my hair that was breaking, flying into the wind.

“With the reason for the bond then Papa and Mama can not underestimate each other.” Answer Papa briefly.

“Did Papa never have the intention to grieve Mama? Did your relationship ever crack without Dysa's knowledge?”

“Enter.” So save Papa's answer.

“Because Pa?” I was blood-soaked when I heard Papa's confession. Papa just raised both eyebrows, justifying what I doubted. Please just a joke.

“Iya, Papa ever wanted to grieve your Mama and the relationship Papa and Mama once were at the most complicated point.” I saw Papa lowered his head, then looked back at the vastness of the night sky. I glared in disbelief.For a long time I was silent, only my heart kept asking.

Did that really ever happen?

“What's not evil, Pa? Papa dues Mama?” I said from the point of view of a woman who doesn't want to be hurt. Papa just smiled and shook his head.

The boy knows what?

“Fortunately intention only ‘kan? Not until it happens.”

“Kok can there be such intention?” I looked at Papa not like it. All I know is, my father is a loyal man. But what did he just say?

“Yes, it was up to two years of our marriage age. But, it has not been blessed with a baby. My mom and dad fought almost every day. Forgive Papa ya?” Pause for a second.

“At that time, Papa thought your Mama couldn't give Papa a child. So, Papa vented through Papa's painful words, while your mother who could not be touched her heart immediately became angry when Papa snapped. Understandably, the moment in Mama Papa is still flowing young blood that always feels right and wants to win. Hahaha..” Papa's laugh will be at the end of his sentence.

“So, if only until now Mama has no children means Papa has left Mama?” I was still pouting, my self that had doctrinated that all men would be equal to his superficial thoughts if he had a relationship.

It turns out that all men are the same! My heart screams like that.

“Hus, no. Papa's not like that. After thinking, it turns out there is no point also ‘kan if Papa and Mama fight every day? After all, the child is created by the will of Allah subhanahu wa taala, Papa has no right to demand this on your Mama for what we cannot desire without His permission.” Papa's words paused for a moment, looked up again and then moved his gaze to me,

“Papa and Mama can only surrender to the presence of the baby, papa is completely sincere. And finally, Alhamdulillah born the sons of Papa mama. Your first, second, and third brother here he is, Dysa his name is.” Said Papa while pinching my chin, then I hugged Papa's body.

This is the true nature of Papa, the best man I know.

“Oh, hehehe. Papa is Dysa's pride! Dysa wants dong to have a responsible husband like Papa, who is handsome, well-established mentally and money, faithful, loving, hardworking. The one like Papa anyway!” My wish is absolute, no debate.

“Pair is a self-reflection. Fix yourself then without being charged to and fro, a soul mate must approach. Aye right?”

“Hahahah, sip! Papa the best!” The thumbs up I showed Papa.

“Absolutely this papa's son doesn't want to get married now?”

I shook my head, though,

“Not yet, Pa.” Answer me by putting the word ‘be yet’.

“Later to be determined Mama, you know. Same Edwin maybe?” Papa teases me,

Plak, I hit Papa's stomach which I was hugging.

“Hahahah.” Papa laughed, though,

“Papa mah so... Uh huh, Dysa does not want to be installed at will.”

“Hahaha, yes.. Come on in, it's late.” According and go hand in hand.

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For a moment I lay my body in the most comfortable place that is super soft. Squeezing my soft bedsheet, staring at the sky of the room, glancing at the window and ending at the moment holding a flat object that accidentally touched my palm.

“Hah? Did Dika call me earlier?”

Five missed calls were on my phone from the same number.

There was a reply from a message I sent a while ago,

'My news is good, Dysa. Sorry, just had time to reply to your message.'

3 missed calls

'Why not pick up the phone? '

2 Missed calls^

'All right, tomorrow I'll call again.'

Messages lined up after connection after connection missed by me. Letting him alone, the most important thing was that he had already given word that he was doing well.

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In the morning, the chicken had just crowed and the day was not so bright. From the window of my room which was on the top floor was seen Mas Dika's car parked far outside the gate. Not completely sure, but the driver came out and waved his hand at me as I confirmed that he was the one.

Mendelik did not believe, immediately I sent him a message so as not to let the people of the house suspect him. Far from my schedule to come to the office, I have permission to leave Mama and Papa.

“What's up Dys? Not waiting for Edwin?” Ask Mama.

“Ngak, Mom. Later Dysa send a message to Mas Edwin.”

“Already Yes Ma, Pa. Dysa left first. Assalamualaikum.” Kissing his second hand, then running to meet someone who had been waiting for me since dawn, maybe.

“Please ya Mas!” Saying out just like that, while smiling together with a happy heart because long time no see.

“Kok is crazy anyway?” Mas Dika Cengenesan.

“Finally, Mas just came. If Papa saw how? Bias-can I get married tomorrow too.”

“Good dong.” Answer while turning –put the steering wheel of the car.

Ah, stupid! I shouldn't have said that.

“Mas Dika run out anywhere? How long ago did you contact Dysa?”

“Kan already said if you want to go far. You forgot?”

“No. But where is that far? No idea where to go, right?” Being asked just sniffs his shoulders, sucks right?

It was only eight in the morning, for me it was too early to come to the hospital.

“Find yuk? Not breakfast yet, right?” Nodding off.

Also at the chicken shop.

“Mas-mbak, what message do you want?” Ask the porridge seller.

“Two Mang bowls, which is one serving double yes.” Mas Dika said, Mang porridge seller agreed.

“Create who double portion?”

“Make Dysaku.” Chuckles, my heart is flowering. Haha is that what you mean to me?

Come our orders, even though the place is crowded with visitors who are not happy but I still feel comfortable. We deliberately chose the most end, under the bushel tree, quiet, and peaceful.

“Waw! So much porridge I.” Excited and surprised.

“Definitely finished.” His saute.

“What if it doesn't end, Mom? You really want me to be fat, Mas?” Although my tone is interspersed with laughter,

“Fat or not, you stay beautiful.”

Bleee.

Eat without talking, enjoy the porridge greedily until the mudas complete.

“Ah, full. Sleepy!” The person in front of me just shook his head with his smile that I liked.

“Mas Dika!”

“Main hp mulu!” Though I know, he just shifted the lock screen of his phone.

“Possessive.” His word.

He nodded, then pinched his arm.

“Heh! Possessive? I don't want to be fucked.” Lean on the dry tree trunk that is there.

“Hahaha, yes yes. Whahuh? Why?” Dika keeps his phone in his pocket.

“I'm just saying, you look like my brothers.”

“Why?” Closer to me.

“Yes, similar to.”

“What? Face?”

“Not, your attitude to me. Really similar.”

“Neither.” Take him, it seems. Hehe.

“Yes, Mas Dika loves me just like my brothers. You're so kind, you never mean Dysa, you give Dysa the best, you know what Dysa likes. Really understanding, deh.” Want me to add slogan ‘I like, I like!’

“Yes, for eight years what the hell haven't I known about you. Hem?” His murmur was so dignified, his charisma was like my brothers. Maybe because they are the same age? Oh yeah, maybe that's why.

“Yes yeah, long time ago. How can you survive with me?” Tanyaku. Yak, he just sniffed his shoulder again.

“Try dong Mas Ananswer. Dysa pep knows..” Woo.

He moved closer to the porridge man paying for our food.

“Yuk road.” Take it without sitting for a moment.

The car went slow, quiet as usual. Thinking a little about my relationship with Mas Dika during these eight years.

“Mas Dika? Do you have another woman in your heart?”