A Mistake
Meet With Hanna

Motor matic Dira entered the courtyard of Bi Asih. Shortly after parking the motorbike Dira was down, but not with a small child who had been sitting still while looking down on the motorbike Dira.

"Darling..why not go down? We have arrived.." said Dira with full gentleness. Hara still did not urinate from her seat. "Why sweetheart...?" ask Dira again while approaching her son. Dira's hands gently stroked Hara's pitch-black hair, then slowly Dira pulled her son's head into her arms.

"Mafin Hara ma.." that word then slid from the lips of the four-year-old child while still looking down.

"We enter first yes." persuaded Dira who was then embraced by Hara.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." said Dira entered Bi Asih's house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.lho how are the tumben grandchildren of grandmothers home?" tanya Bi Asih was a little surprised, because it was usually at that hour not yet the time for Hara to come home from school. Hara did not reply, she instead chose to directly sit on the guest chair while continuing to lower her head. Dira also gave a code to Bi Asih not to ask again, so Bi Asih immediately chose to go back inside while carrying Hara's school bag.

"Mama..m sorryin Hara.." the word came back out of Hara's lips.

"Why did Hara apologize to mom?" ask Dira who was sitting in front of her son.

"Hara's been causing trouble again...Hara fights at school again...Hara has been troublesome and make mama embarrassed again." he said with his head still down without daring to look at his mother's face.

"The smart kid... Hara already knows the location of Hara's fault... but why is it still repeated again?" ask Dira with as smooth a speech as possible.

"Sorry ma.." The remark came back from Hara's tiny lips. Dira... The atmosphere was silent for a moment then suddenly Hara dared to lift her face and look at her mother's face.

"Ma..."

"Yes baby..."

"Does Hara really have no papa?" hara asked suddenly, making Dira's heart seem to stop beating. After a long time Hara just kept quiet, now this boy in front of her dared to ask her that. Hara is too smart for the size of a child her age, for that every Hara asked something, Dira had to rack her brain so that she did not misinterpret the answer.

"Who said that?" tanya Dira who had now crouched down in front of her son sat down. "Didn't you tell me that Papa Hara was a handsome man? And Papa Hans, Hara's father's face is very similar to Hara's..." The little prince nodded his head.

"But Hara had never seen papa's face. And every time Hara told her about papa's friends, Hara's friends told her Hara was a liar. They say Hara has no papa because Hara is naughty, so no one wants to acknowledge Hara as her child and no one loves Hara as much as they do, who was always loved by their father... Is that really ma? Is it true that you don't want to admit Hara because Hara is naughty? Is it true that you don't love Hara?" finally Hara spoke so fluently as if she was taking out all the grunts in her heart. Dira was stunned to see her son saying all the words she had never expected before.

'Oh Allah, is it time for me to tell my son the truth? Is it time I introduce Mas Hans directly to Hara?' muttered Dira in the heart. But just now Dira was trying to strengthen her heart to start telling her about Hans to her son. Dira stood up and rubbed his screen to receive the call.

📞 "Hallo Assalamu'alaikum..."

📞 "Wa'alaikumsalam... Mommy Nitha can come here again? The guest has come mbak and I need friends to accompany the students and students who KKN mbak..."

📞 "Oh yes okay.. but I brought Hara no papa right?"

📞 "No papa mbak.important Sister Nitha fast here..."

📞 "Ready.. I change Hara's clothes first, then I go there immediately..."

📞 "OK...i wait ya mbak... Assalamu'alaikum..."

📞 "Sama-sama... Wa'alaikum..."

Dira ended his conversation and went back to his son.

"Honey... our chat, we continue later again huh...? You heard yourself right if you have to go back to work.. Now Hara change clothes then Hara accompany mama work, want?" tanya Dira who was then answered by Hara with a nod.

Hara Andika Saputra's

Dira parked his matic motorbike in the parking lot of the village hall office, then with a little hasty step Dira took his son to the village pendopo, where the welcoming event in the title. From far away the village pendopo already looks crowded, because apparently the event has begun.

"Mbak Nitha's...Hara..sini.." call Intan who also turned out to be there. Dira and Hara immediately stepped over to visit Intan, because Dira intended to leave Hara to Intan during her work. But because Dira's hasty steps made her almost hit one of the female students.

"Akh sorry.. I'm in a hurry.." said Dira while looking down to make sure the state of his son... "Aren't you, baby?" ask Dira then to Hara.

"Alhamdulillah..crawler mama indeed pinter.." said Dira who a moment later raised his head.

"Sister Dira?!" the female student shouted that had hit Dira and Hara. Dira is very surprised to see the student recognize her as Dira and not as Nitha. Dira then made sure that he recognized the girl a second later...

"Astaghfirullah haladziim's... Hanna?" yelled Dira no less surprised.

Dira was not so memorized with the face of his sister-in-law because their meeting was only a few times, plus almost five years they never met. But Hanna's facial line that was so similar to her husband couldn't fool her that the beautiful girl currently in front of her was Hanna's younger sister from her husband Hans. Hanna then poured into Dira's arms while crying, making Dira carried away and then joined in crying. Seeing her mother cry Hara became confused, especially Hara felt her existence was ignored by her mother.

"Mama.." call Hara while pulling the clothes her mother wore.

"Akh.iya dear..sorry.." said Dira while taking off his embrace on Hanna and squatting next to her son.

"Mama... aunty here who why is she making you cry? Mama is sad to see him...?" asked Hara while rubbing the remaining tears on her mother's cheek.

..."No dear.mama was very happy to meet with aunty.... Aunty is Hara's aunty. Her name is Aunty Hanna, she's the sister of Papa Hans, Hara's father.." Dira explained carefully in order to be understood by Hara....

"Sir Dira.he..." Hanna questioned Hara and Dira nodded slowly.

"Yes.he's your brother's son..."

"What's your name, baby?" hanna asked who was still glazed over, but Hara just kept quiet with an intense net staring at Hanna full of probing.

"Darling... aunty ask your name.Why not get answered?" persuade Dira.

"Hara.my name is Hara Andika Saputra..."

"Can aunty hug Hara?" Hara turned to her mother as if asking her mother for permission, and Dira nodded her head to signal that she could be embraced by Hanna.

"Alhamdulillah.. after so many years we searched. finally met also.hiks hyks... You are handsome and smart Hara like your father.." said Hanna again crying because it is not able to stem the sense of her scent.

"Aunty..can Hara meet you? " Hanna just nodded repeatedly because she couldn't answer through words..."Aunty, do you love Hara?" Hanna nodded again while crying, while Dira's tears melted again, Dira also joined in crying even without a sound.

"Aunty... Can papa come here now? Hara will tell Hara's friends that Hara really has papa. Hara wants proof that Hara never lies." said Hara more enthusiastic.

"We video call the same papa now yes. later Hara can say for herself the same papa... Papa Hans must be happy to see Hara... Can you brother?" Hanna asks Dira for permission, fearing Dira will not allow it.

Dira nodded.in the end, Dira indeed had to allow it. He could only resign.he also realized that all this time, he had been unfair to his son. And an incident like this morning at school, was actually one of the consequences of his selfishness.

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