Among the Million Love
Chapter 31 ~Self Reminder Place

My heart rumbles, it feels like I want to explain to Dika mas at that moment. I was wrong, I shouldn't have just left them, I should have been there, I shouldn't have taken a shower for too long, I should, should, should, should have been, and this should not have happened if Mas Dika complied and did not deliver me into the house.

More than ten calls, but not a single answer. Maybe, still on the road.

“Bismillah, this is the eleventh.” I dialed the number.

Gusrak, gusrak.

“Halo, assalamualaikum, Mas.”

“Waalaikumussalam.”

“Mas Dika, Hemm” Ouch, I have to say what yes?

Nibbling my right finger nails.

I swear, where to start?

Do I pretend not to know?

Confused, allah….

“Mas Dika?”

“Iya, why Dysa?”

There was a twitching in my chest cavity, as if the sound of my heart beating was heard up to my ears.

The one across there is as silent as I am, I know your heart, Mas.

“Mas Dika? Hem.. Have you reached home?”

“Hem, yes already.” Duh, short answer.

“Directly wash with warm water yes Mas. Don't get the flu. Hem...(think what other sentence should I say next).”

“(silence)”

“Mas? You still hear?”

“Iya bu doctor.” The answer I know is a smile there.

“Hem, yes already. Dysa hang up the phone, have a good rest. Wassalamualaikum.”

“Yes, waalaikumussalam.”

From his tone, he did not look angry, meaning he did not care about Mama's words. We can't hurt anyone, right?

My weekend is one day away, wanting to ask Dena who hasn't exchanged votes in a long time. Yeah, well, what else to do but call her number.

“The number you are heading to is off or outside.”.

“Not active anyway?”

Second call, though,

Third call, though,

Third call, though,

The tenth call, same thing.

Only the operator with his tone of speech was ingrained in my sense of hearing.

Remembering the one phone number I had, Papa Bella. Thinking a million times about dialing his number, I doubt the owner will pick up my call.

One click, the sound of the connection has been heard.

“Halo?” The heavy voice of a man.

“Ha.. hello..” Kok I was nervous and hesitant with my own voice.

“Yes, doctor Dysa. What's up?”

Wow, he already knows who called me. I wanted to say wrong. Huhu (

“Halo, Mr Denis. Yes, I want to talk to Dena. Sorry to interrupt, but Dena's number is off when I call.” Clear, and straightforward I told without being asked. I know who I'm talking to right now, someone who's very busy.

“Sorry sir, I don't know if you've come first.”

“Iya, yes, please sit.”

“Sorry, sir. You're already here?”

“Nothing, please.”

“Sorry sir, we are late.”

A lot of noise came out of my phone, I think he was busy. You know, I don't know myself. In the middle of his busy life even on weekends like this, he did not even realize his phone was still connected to me.

Okay, I disconnected the call without saying goodbye.

“It's been so busy for her, I'm so envious.”

“Try again, phone Dena.”

And not connected anyway, still the same out of range. Check his social media, from the blue of the ancient chat app, to the green of his most popular breakthrough, and other green-green. Of all, there was not a single sign that my message was sent and it would definitely be read.

“Dena is not dead, right?” My son at that time too.

“Here you go, maybe now she is enjoying her new life as a socialite woman. And I'm sure, he must have known about Bella.” The conclusion of my mouth.

Leaving my body lying half-jointed on my bed, my eyes gradually became sleepy as well. Not yet fully sound, back to wake up when my phone rings loudly.

“Papa Bella?” Surprised, and rose from my drowsiness.

“Halo... Assalamualaikum.” Eh?

“Waalaikumussalam, sorry doc. I was in a meeting, is there anything important?”

“Oh,” yakan me who feels bad, at least this is not important if I waste time.

“Dok?” Yeah, I know you don't have much time.

“I was just about to ask Dena, but her phone is off right now. I thought I could contact Mr. Denis, sorry to interrupt your time.”

“Oh, so yes.. I was out of town. The number is new, wait a minute, I will send the number to you.” Very authoritative tone of speech, I was like a client who was talking tender.

“Yes, thank you very much Mr. Denis.”

“Yaa, I close the phone first.”

Not answered, he has disconnected his phone.

One incoming message from one of the green applications that is directly connected to the phone number, the contact number reads the name ‘Dena’ I also save it.

Dialing his phone through the same chat application, connected.

“Halo, sorry with whom?” dena's voice, I was somewhat amazed by her voice that sounded softer than usual.

“Dena? I'm Dysa.”

Silent..

“Dena?”

“Halo?” Why is there no sautan?

“Halo, Dena?” I saw the signal go smoothly and still connected.

“Oh, yes hello. Sorry, who was it with?” Deuteronomy asked.

“I Dysa, you how are you?”

“Dysa? Dysa who, sorry?” His saute.

I'm frowning, isn't this Dena, my friend? My pal?

“Arindya Romance, did you forget? You're Dena right?” Without hesitation I asked that.

“Oh, yes yes. Huh hello? Sorry the signal is bad. Where'd you get my number?”

“From your husband, Bella's father. What's the importance anyway? Why didn't you ever call me?”

Being quiet...

“Halo?”

“Halo, Den?”

“Dena? You still hear?”

“Dena!” Pekikku, then the connection just ended.

“What's with him? Why is she acting different?” Tried to contact him again, but was not answered.

“Oh, yasudah. Busy yes he.”

Next, I want to help my mom.

“Ma?”

“Hey, come here. Help Mama prepare this.”

Mama and Bibi were busy in the kitchen, many cribs and food were still smoky there.

“What cooking Maa? That many? Make what?” Surprisingly, Mama does not usually cook this much other than at important times. Mama who still looks uprek with a new sponge out of the oven.

“You enter that food, Dys. We want to give the food to our orphanage children.” Answer Mama. An orphanage owned by An-nur Foundation.

“Oh, why not just order, Ma? Can be practical.”

“Mama also wants to cook for children themselves, rather than practically doang lose the same made by Mama who is seasoned with love and affection.” Kelakar Mama's.

“Yes, mama the best.”

Dozens of food cribs are ready, all have been transported in my car. This time I was driving and went with Mama to visit the children's home.

Looks crowded, maybe the caretaker has told these children that the owner will come. A bunch of kids came to greet me and Mama. My life is full of kids.

“Good day, everyone?”

“Siang, Sister Dysa.” Answer the children happily. Then I'm willing to be a surrogate mother to these children.

The manager of the five-person middle-aged woman told the current situation and conditions surrounding the orphanage. Children are happy to be there, material needs are fulfilled, love a qualified substitute, education is guaranteed, food, clothes, clothes, comfortable living quarters they feel happy here - that's how the caretaker said.

Mama asked, is there an unfit building or an item that does not work well? They replied, in the back bathroom there is a hole in the roof, often make the cat in and out.

Mama answered,

“Yaa, later I tell my husband to replace it.” Hahaha.Mama's answer was so because he did not know the builders who used to be in charge of repairing buildings.

The way home,

“Mama often come here?”

“Not really, once a month at most.”

“If you come here again say Dysa yes Ma. Dysa come too.”

Mama nodded, I saw the back seat of my car. Lots of colorful flowers there, at least ten kinds of flowers I received from the orphanage children.

Home life, where the residents do not know their biological family, do not get the affection of their original parents, can only accept without demanding, can only rely on the path of life that must be accepted. Thankful that I still have a complete family and live in the midst of the warmth of my beloved family.

Tears dripped from my eyes, this time I was reminded of the grace and grace of God to me.

*Don't forget to be grateful