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Arriving home, instead of resting, Dinda continues to search for information about her father's whereabouts. He really doesn't want to give up. My wife contacted all the families on her father's and mother's side. But unfortunately the result is nil, they never met again with his father Dinda after our marriage.

That means right, this was planned by his father. In order for us to get married, so that Dinda does not need to be taken because she is married.

I myself, as the son of the victim of my father-in-law's actions, was very angry. But I don't want that anger to follow emotions. Anger must also be in proportion. Right to the target.

"How about this, no one knows where you are!" Dinda looks so dizzy. His face is so tangled. I hugged him back, so he would feel calm

"We continue tomorrow, now rest first." I asked.

Dinda actually refused, he even proposed looking to Abah's friends who Abah had met. But I refused because it was late, Dinda was tired. I was tired especially when he was two.

After Dinda went to sleep, I just called Abah and Umi to make sure my parents had a break.

Actually under these conditions, I want to accompany them. But because Umi was hating and hostile to Dinda, so I did not dare to put them in one house. Let it be a distance so that no one will hurt each other.

[InshaAllah tomorrow Dihya go there, Bah. Abah and Umi if it is not conducive do not go out of the house first. To eat and drink, tomorrow Dihya just buy it. Oh yeah, if you need anything, call Dihya. As soon as Dihya slid there.] The message I wrote to Abah.

Tonight feels very sad. I still can't close my net because my head is dizzy thinking about this case. One side old man, one side wife and in-law.

Rabb, what shall I do? On the prayer mat I kept asking God for guidance on this case. I hope that all the steps I take will be in accordance with Him. Only above this prayer can tears flow. All this shit I spilled.

***

It's five o'clock past fifteen minutes. Usually, after I came home from the mosque, Dinda was busy making breakfast for us, especially if today there was a morning lecture. But not with today because the contract is really quiet.

"Assalamualaikum," I said a greeting when entering the contract. In the little mihrab that was provided for Dinda worship I did not find my wife, so I went to the room, apparently Dinda was still lying. He doesn't usually sleep. Even when he does not pray, he always wakes up in the morning. I was just about to wake her up, but because I felt her body I found out that Dinda had a fever. Her body is so hot. "Din, are you sick, baby?" I asked, in a quiet voice so he wouldn't be surprised.

"Dihya," said Dinda in a soft voice. Her lips were red indicating the heat was high. "I'm sorry."

"Don't talk first, now we go to the hospital. You have a high fever!" say

"No, I want to pray first" said Dinda. He tried to get up, but not strong, so I asked him to pray while sitting down. Dinda. I helped him to wudu, watching as he prayed to avoid the no.

Throughout the prayer, from the beginning to the end, his tears never stopped spilling. I know he's really hit with all this. After the greeting, I immediately hugged her from behind, Isak cried Dinda getting bigger.

"You know, sometimes God tests His servant with what he loves most. You and my parents are the ones I love the most. It's not easy but it can't dampen our spirits. You have to be patient "my door. "We hold hands to finish everything."

***

I deliberately brought Dinda our favorite breakfast meatballs. After that I drove him to college because he had a course this morning. I myself actually have a course as well, but because I promised Abah that I was forced to skip.

"What?" my many.

"Your parents, is that right?" tanyakanya. "Sorry Dihya, I know from umi and my brother. Is it true because of Dinda's parents?"

"Mir, sorry, I'm in a hurry." I said.

Jump up on the motorbike and drive as fast as possible towards the house. Not forgetting before I stopped by to buy breakfast, their favorite soto rice.

***

"Umi why tho, her face was so sad. Smile dong. Look at this, Dihya has brought his favorite soto Abah and Umi. This Dihya has been in a long time. Umi knows it's crowded there." I said, trying to persuade umi who is still sad. But umi did not care, still bending her face. "Mi, it will be lost beautiful you know."

"Umi is sad, you don't care about umi. Pain Dihya. It hurts!" umi.

"Who did Dihya say didn't care? Dihya loves both Umi and Abah."

"Yesterday Ii told you not to. All this time you've always been obedient, why not now? Wh why? who influenced you, huh?"

"Mi, sorry for Dihya. Dinda is pregnant with Dihya's daughter, her granddaughter Umi. Umi is okay if her future granddaughter umi ngerasain sadness of her mother "

"Keep her grandmother is sad is okay?"

"Mi, umi is Diyya's paradise. Umi is sad, Dihya is sick. It hurts a lot." My tears dripped as well while tightly grasping the two hands of the woman who gave birth to me. As Umi said, all this time I never denied her orders, even when Umi betroth me and Dinda who at that time I was not worth me. "I'm sorry for my love, yes" I kissed with both hands. "Dihya is willing to replace all the burdens of Umi and Abah so that these two loved ones do not feel sadness. Pray with God, mi."

"Don't Dihya, don't!" umi shakes. "Let us just. There may be sins of Umi and Abah that we do not realize. Hopefully this will be the pwnggugurnya. Umi will be patient."

"Oh my God, mi."

"Dihya, how is he? You mean umi's future granddaughter umi? How many months has it been?" a pair of umi eyes were emitting light, as was Abah who suddenly came closer out of curiosity with the news about my future son.

"It's only been six weeks, mi." I said

"Male or female, Dihya?" ask Abah.

"Hus, this Abah. It doesn't look like tho yet. Still as big as a pea. I don't know what a man or a woman is. Why the hell anyway? Want a boy or girl is the same." said Umi who looks sewot because Abah apparently hopes to have a granddaughter. He said that because Abah had no daughters. Abah wants to spoil his granddaughter.

The smile on my lips grew to hear Abah and Umi arguing. For a moment, they managed to forget his sadness.

"Hey my son-in-law, thank you, you were not born yet to be our source of happiness. Healthy yeah. I'll wait for you." I whispered to myself.