Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 74: Necklaces

“Am I not wrong?” friska said in her heart. However, until a few minutes and decided to go home, Myria did not speak anymore.

“My, can I have something?” Friska asked carefully. In fact, she rarely forced Myria to tell her stories before she was told. However, this time it is very difficult to apply the principle.

“Iya. Just so,” said Myria relaxed with feet continue to step down the alley to return to the side of the highway.

“You said you met your father. What ...”

Friska's hesitation stopped her steps, Myria turned her body 45 degrees. “Iya, Fris. The Chief's call was because there was a man to meet me. And you know what makes me cry, the man thinks I'm his son. His wife used to have a name like Mother.”

Friska's head was suddenly empty. The entire vocabulary seemed sluggish carried by the wind to hear the story of his best friend. He could not speak anymore. “Te–terus, My?”

The moving air that flew the hijabs of the two girls felt cold in this kind of serious situation. Myria took a deep breath, then shook her head. “I don't know. I can't believe that. I never wanted to talk about Dad. I don't want to make Mom sad either. Because of my question, I cried. I don't have the heart, Fris.”

Friska immediately embraced Myria. Then, he asked to continue walking. “But now Aunt Kinar is gone, My. Do you still not want to know your father?”

Again Myria took a breath to unravel the tightness in the chest. His head was full of questions, but no one could answer them except his mother. “Ndon't know either. I'm confused as to how. I want an istikarah first. If I get an answer and I'm sure, I'll accept his offer to do a DNA test. He got his business card, kok.”

 ***

Arriving home, Myria was greeted with an anxious look at her husband. Space immediately pulled him and sat on the bed. The young man with the bandage on his left arm watched Myria from top to bottom, then went back up again.

“You're fine, right, My?” Question on the phone Space ask again. Several times he was helped because Myria got uncomfortable treatment from Erika, so that makes Angkasa must be more caring and sensitive.

“Iya. Not pa-pa, Ka. Why, anyway?”

“No, not possible. Sakti ng-chat me, send a picture of you again crying hugged Friska. Seriously what am I doing?”

The face that had been arranged as natural as possible, now began to change. Myria just remembered that it was not easy to lie to Space. At school, the young man had too many spies who volunteered to share the info without having to pay.

“Myria.”

Myria. Her fingers twisted the tip of the hijab that was still worn. The girl hesitated to convey what she had experienced.

“Kasa, i ..”

Space wraps up for a moment.  “I know there's something you're hiding. Wh why? Don't make me worry gini.”

“Kasa, the Headmaster called me. He has two guests. All men, maybe Papa Aji's age and another one might be a little older than Mr. Zayyan.”

Space's hand decays from Myria's chin. He looked at his wife's face as he told her. “Keep why call you all?”

“That guest was looking for me, Ka. Just so you know, a man of Papa Aji's age says that I might be his son.”

Just like Friska, Angkasa was no less shocked. So surprised, he had frozen for a few seconds and only realized when he heard Myria began as unwilling.

With one hand, Angkasa pulled Myria into a hug. He himself was unable to speak after hearing such a phrase.

The two men kept hugging each other. One was crying, the other was still in a vortex of confusion.

“We talked to Mama Papa.” After a moment of silence, Space made a decision.

“Now, Ka.”

“But, My. It's not a trivial matter. What if those people turn out to be evil and only tell me. Or maybe he's Erika's father's man who wants to harm you for not accepting his son in prison? I was helped yesterday-yesterday, now can not be allowed.”

Myria chose to be quiet for a moment rather than argue. He just wanted calm for now. The girl sank into a hug, while Angkasa could only sigh heavily.

Not much different from Myria, Mr. Tirta was equally afraid. The man had been silent since then, causing Daniel to worry.

“Master, do I need to find someone to follow the girl's daily life. And we can know where he lives?”

Daniel's proposal distracts Mr. Tirta. The man with a stern face and white skin shook his head lightly. “No, Dan. The more I know, the more I wish he were my son. I'm afraid reality is different than I expected. We'll just wait for her.”