My Lord, I Love you
Widya, Namira's best friend

Who is Widya? He was a great friend from the beginning of college. He was a son of the sultan because his father was the CEO of a large company in his city. But despite the many treasures, apparently Widya did not make him happy.

He's a broken home kid. His mother had died when Widya was 10 years old because of a fatal accident.now he only lives with his father.

A warm family lives in wishful thinking. Her face turned cold. Widya, too, is a quiet child. He also always worked hard to be independent and not depend on his father.

But Widya's reserved nature begins to fade since she became friends with Namira. Namira is a child of a simple family. But he doesn't bother about that. He was comfortable being friends with her. That's why he loves Namira so much.

Widya stared at Namira's departure sadly. He knows that Namira has done something beyond reason, but Widya as a friend can only support and pray that Namira is okay.

Widya closed her eyes and controlled her heart.

Reno beside him looked confused at Widya's sudden silent attitude "Lo why anjir? Lo kek's face was sad to see Namira coming home"

Widya sighed, she looked at Reno cynically "why Lo here? Mending Lo go I want to go back!" ketus.

Reno is annoyed at Widya's response "yes, Lo is fierce really. yodeh I first pull ye" he said while tidying up his bag.

"First" Reno left Widya alone in the canteen.

"Heumm" Widya got up and got ready to go home. He got up from his seat and left the cafeteria.

***

Widya walks into her house. Without greeting and without speaking.

"Just come home?" tanya Wijaya Papa Widya's.

Widya stopped and turned to look at her Papa who was sitting in the guest room "yes" she answered briefly.

"Sit down here first. Papa wants to talk to you" said Wijaya.

Widya approached her Papa and sat down on the sofa "want to say what?" He said by putting on a flat face.

"Ekhemm.so gini, Papa's been a long time widower"

"Continue?"

"Papa wants to get married again"

Widya was a little surprised at the words of her father "what?!. did Papa forget her mother? Papa says he won't marry again after mom dies!! I don't want my mom's position replaced!" Widya was angry at her Papa.

"That was before.. Papa has found a suitable woman to be a substitute for your mother" said Wijaya relaxed.

Widya neutralized her emotions "who is that woman?"

"You know who it is" replied Wijaya.

"Who!?" Sentak Widya's

"Tante Sonya" replied Wijaya briefly.

"What?!.. Aunt Sonya??" Widya was again shocked after her father told her who the woman would be her stepmother.

He hated his aunt. Because he thinks Aunt Sonya is very cunning, she is good at manipulating circumstances, she is very evil. And only Widya knew that Aunt Sonya had made her mother die.

"Why should Aunt Sonya Pah? She's evil.she's a liciikkkk!!" Shouted angry Widya.

"Enough Widya!! Aunt Sonya is not who you think she is! She is kind, beautiful and considerate.she deserves to be your mother's replacement!"

"NO!! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE MY MOTHER.. I DON'T WANT HER TO BE MY MAMA!" Shouted Widya. Widya did not expect her Papa to be like this. Where is his loving father. Everything has gone.

"HE'S PAPA'S KILLER.. HE KILLED MAMA, THE ACTOR, I HATE HER!" Twist Widya again.

"WIDDYA!"

PLACKS

Wijaya slapped his right cheek very hard. Widya was very shocked, although her Papa was cold but only this time her Papa was rude to her.

"Papa" he said softly. Widya started to shed tears. This man before him was not like his old father.

Wijaya immediately regretted after realizing he had slapped his daughter "Sorry Widya.. Papa also needs a companion who can accompany Papa at any time.. Papa also lost the figure of your mother, so let Papa marry again"

Widya was still silent, she looked at her Papa with hate "whatever!. and remember not to regret if Papa already knew the truth" he said with anger.

Widya leaves Wijaya and goes up to her room.

He entered the room full of emotion and closed it hard.

"Aaaaaakkkhhhh" cried Widya as she grabbed her own hair.

"Gw hate Papa!! GW HATEIII!" Widya was crying.

"Gw can't stand anymore hiks.w why my life became this way" Widya continued to cry endlessly.

He saw a photo album where there was a very beautiful adult woman holding a little girl. The yapp is a picture of his mother and the little girl is him.

"Mama" he said softly.

Widya's face turned angry "duringly papa will marry the woman I hate. The person who has made the wretched mama is Aunt Sonya. I don't want her to marry the same papa.."

Widya dropped herself into the bed. Staring at the ceiling of the roof of her room "i have to how," Widya slowly closed her eyes.

Drt. drrtt...

Widya opened her eyes because she heard her phone ringing "who the hell" she opened her phone and it turned out to be her campus group's notif. Because lazy to open a campus group, Widya threw her cellphone beside herself.

At once Widya remembered her best friend Namira. Is she okay? He takes his phone back and starts looking for Namira's contacts. He starts calling Namira but the phone goes unanswered. Over and over again, there is no reply.

Widya's thoughts were immediately negative. Is Namira locked up? Tortured? Ahhhh how is this.. Widya can't help anything either.

His head was very heavy, dizzy, because of his father's problems and also Namira. Widya flung her body and fell asleep. He hoped that today's events were just a dream.

***

Wijaya was in the workspace in his house. He thought about what he had done to his son. He felt so guilty for slapping his son so hard. He shouldn't have done that.

Vijaya exhaled to neutralize his thoughts. If Widya gets better, she'll apologize to her son.

Drrttt.

Wijaya opened his phone and the one who called was his secretary.

"Hello, what's wrong?" Wijaya said to someone on the phone.

"Hello sir, I'm sorry to interrupt my call for a meeting tomorrow sir and some details of the report you have to sign today"

"Go to the office now"

"Good sir,"

Wijaya turned off his phone and put it nearby. And start getting ready to go to his office.

Wijaya went down the stairs gallantly, his clothes neatly lined with a dark blue blazer.

"Ciii.. Aunty.." said Wijaya as he went down the stairs.

The aunt who was in the kitchen immediately faced her master. "Yes, sir, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to the office for a while, please auntie prepare some food for her to eat"

Aunty nodded in agreement "well sir, I will prepare food for Miss Widya.

"Thank you, if so, excuse me"

Wijaya went straight to the office.

Widya woke up from her sleep, her eyes were damp, her hair was messy, her room was very messy because she vented her emotions.

He slept for a long time and now it's 9 p.m. He slowly headed to the bathroom to clean himself up and make himself much better.

After bathing, Widya wears a simple outfit such as a black t-shirt and flower color pants. Pick up the phone to check if there's any news from Namira or not.

He was a little disappointed that there was no message or phone call from Namira.

"Where is this kid? How did you not contact me? Don't² there's something in there? What about?!!!" Widya panicked. He finally decided to call Namira back.

Tuutts... Tuttt... Tutttt..

"Oh Naaamm. lift up dong! I'm worried about you!" Widya was worried.

After a long call, the phone finally hooked up, but...

"Hello Nam? How did you get to be?You're all right? Aren't they the same?" Widya's questions.

But there was not a single reply heard.

"Hello Nam? Ko Lo diem? Answer Nam.. I'm worried about you!"

"Who is this?" Someone's been called.

Widya was a little surprised because the one who spoke on the phone was a man.

"God! Lo who?? Pick up the phone.Where is Namira?! Ko Lo use Namira??" Widya was upset.

"Ohh that girl, she's in the back" said the person casually.

"What other friends?!!"

There was a laugh from the phone "ha-ha-ha. I'm not okay ko. besides the girl's phone I confiscated, so don't call anymore. Noisy," said the person then turned off the phone unilaterally.

"Woy! I haven't finished talking!!. ah elahhhhh!!!" Widya Frustrated.

Widya closed her eyes and began to pray in her heart "Yes Allah.. Nam, I hope you're okay there"