He's Not The Best
81. That Day
That Day
That day Winsi left for one of the historical cities, which is famous for its palace, Yogyakarta. He goes to the airport escorted by Hasnu, while Runa and Arkan go to the hospital and do the usual activities.
Runa released her child with the feeling of haru, the woman who was pregnant again relented for the sake of others. The love of a mother who is not weathered by time and is timeless by heat, has been well proven. Is that not how humans should live? That is by using the opportunity that exists as if this is the last time, including to be with someone so that they will always give their best.
Runa's desire to keep Winsi at home until she gives birth did not materialize. He was not disappointed because he was used to his wishes that could not be fulfilled. However, there was a different sense when the child did not obey him this time.
“What do you think?” asked Arkan in a soft voice, as they were on their way to the hospital after taking off the Winsi departure.
“Nothing,” replied Runa, she sat next to Arkan who was driving.
“Why pout so? Later, if later you want to meet Winsi, you can, next month we go there.”
“Not about it.”
“Terus?”
Runa tells the anxiety of her heart that wants Winsi to be by her side, when later she gives birth and can see her sister for the first time. According to the woman, college does not have to be this year and learning business also pursues ideals not necessarily at this time.
According to Runa, there are still many opportunities in the next year when the child is 20 years old. Runa still wanted to teach a lot about the household and other adult women lessons to Winsi. In essence, he still wanted to spend a lot of time with his son.
If Winsi comes home during the boarding school holidays, then the child will spend his time walking with Arkan or repeating his rote and murojaah or sleeping, also cool watching TV.
At this time Winsi has graduated and is no longer required to do many activities so, Runa wants to use the opportunity available to invite him to move together, Runa said, but because circumstances forced them rarely meet until finally the child went after his dreams.
“Ya, then it is not ahead of us to there, see its development.” Arkan said to calm Runa down.
“Not bother, not necessarily Dad healed as quickly as that.”
“Hopefully healed, so we can look at Wiwin.”
“Will he stay with your friend?”
“I don't know, it's up to Wiwin, Hamzah's house is also spacious and his rooms are plenty. So, if he wants to be there no problem.”
Runa just nodded
“Don't think much ... Remember you are still pregnant it is not good for our child if you are stressed.” Arkan said as he rubbed his wife's flat stomach, then tilted her body to kiss the tip of her head.
Arriving at the hospital, Runa immediately got out of the car and walked alone to Badri's care ward, while Arkan continued on to his workplace.
Runa entered the treatment room slowly, replacing the nurse who was on guard last night. At that time Badri was not sleeping and he asked for a hue to sit on his bedside.
“Did your son leave, or did he obey you?” ask her to Runa.
“No. He obeyed dad and now he's gone.”
“So so apparently, I've calmed down that he's gone to do what he wants.”
“Actually, what does Dad mean why tell Wiwin to leave when I want him to stay until his sister is born later.”
“I just want to know who he's following me or you?”
Hearing Badri Runa's words became upset because it turned out, nothing changed from her father-in-law was still acting haughty.
“Daddy could once just for that reason Dad just as well forced her to go?”
“I never forced him. I just want him to get what he's supposed to get.”
“What should he get? Business, wealth, right? She does not need it, here with me is also enough, me and Arkan can make her happy and, if later married, she will be fulfilled by her husband.”
“So, just get there your way of thinking, can't you think that, your parents' inherited land will be in vain if left alone?”
“What do you mean no one can expect from the land is already destroyed, maybe even now not managed or already owned by others.”
“Well, I mean if the land that should be the rights of your son is owned by someone else would you be willing?”
Hearing his father-in-law, Runa became pensive thinking about the man's foresight at all opportunities and, what he had so he did not expect, if Badri would pay attention to the land his parents had first.
The woman became a little comforted after thinking if Winsi would be able to own the land, of course she could sell or use it.
Winsi stood in the airport pick-up room to wait for someone she had contacted after getting off the plane. This was not his first flight so he already knew what he had to do when he was about to climb up or down from the iron bird. He sat down casually while playing his pencil.
To ward off burnout during the wait, she took some interesting photos, including taking a selfie of herself and posting one of them on social media. Not long after he teased her, there was one comment coming in.
‘What's he not doing?’ inner Winsi furrowed her brows as she read the comment from the initialed account of Er Er Kim.
He knew it was an account belonging to Erlan who of course commented with comments that had nothing to do with a photo of an icon typical of Adisucipto airport, namely the Borobudur Temple garden that he uploaded.
“Where are you?”
Winston ignored him. Then he turned off his phone again as usual, to avoid messages and calls from unexpected people. He only turns on the phone if he needs it.
“You, Nisriya Province? Sir Arkan's son?” asked a young man who suddenly approached her with a hand, Winsi immediately smiled and pressed her hands in front of her chest and nodded.
“What are you, Mr Nafadi?” she said Winsi while standing up and taking her suitcase.
“Ya.” replied the man while taking the suitcase from Winsi's hand, then they walked hand in hand outside the waiting room area.
“Pak Arkan has told me a lot about Dek Win.”
“Oh, what did Dad say about me?”
“Many, but everything is a positive and good thing .. in his eyes you are an amazing child.”
“Really?”
“Ya.”
As they spoke, they were already near Nafadi's car, the man immediately put his suitcase in the trunk and let the woman in, after he opened the door for her. Then they sat next to each other in the front seat while Nafadi was busy driving.
During the journey they continued to talk and Nafadi did not want to be called by the name of Pak, but by the call of Mas Adi because that is how he is usually called.
“While it is better to call Nava.” Winsi said to comment on Nafadi's request.
“Nafa similar female name whereas, padi .. do not get me wrong later, if using p instead of f my name is padi.”
“Padi, also good that, the name of the plant that benefits many people, even used as a motto more and more contain down.” Winsi talked about the philosophy of rice which is certainly similar to the name Nafadi.
The man smiled as he glanced at Winsi from the corner of his eyes. In his heart he thanked Arkan for leaving a woman who was quite adorable, even very beautiful in his eyes.
“Already, stop talking about my name, your name is also good. Nisriya means help taken from the word Nasri, right?”
“Wah, Mas Adi is right!”
“But, if Provinsi means what?”
Hearing that question, Winsi laughed. He himself did not know what it meant
In the past, he had guessed if Winsi was the given name Basri, who at that time thought about the word Win from English which means winner, which means winner, while Sij is taken from the word compassion which means affectionate. So, when combined the name of Provinsi Nisriya is a winner who is compassionate and always gives help.
They talked long enough on the way until Navadi's car stopped in front of a house, which was quite large. It is not luxurious but, the house is spacious and even painted with colors that are so striking.
“Whose house is Mas?” ask Winsi while removing the seat belt of the car.
“This Is My Home.”
“Why go to Mas Adi's house? Father said I'd stay in my own rental house?”
“You can stay here for a while, I happen to live alone, this house is still quite large if only occupied by two.”
“What does that mean? I have no wife or children, so?”
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