BERHALA ISLAND
EPISODE 38: EXPELLED

    "Quick get out of this place ...!! You must leave this shophouse immediately ...!! You should get out of here ...!! Bring your stuff ...!! Let's quickly get out of here ...!!" so said Podin who was angry with his wife, drove his wife to leave the shophouse. Yes, the shophouse occupied by his wife and children will be sold by Podin.

    Right, Isti finally can no longer hold back the will of her husband who will sell the shophouse. Even the always angry Podin had threatened that his wife and children should immediately leave the shop.

    Of course it will cause Isti to be confused. Of course, because Isti will no longer have a house, certainly will no longer live in that house, and what he confused is where will he go? Where's he going to live? Moreover, Isti must be burdened by his children who are still small. Of course Isti confused not healing. Isti sad very poignant. Isti cried her heart was sliced. I lamented his unfortunate fate. Isti has suffered an unpleasant fate, experiencing a fate that is always strayed. Isti could no longer think where to stay anymore. He had no brothers as a place to ask for hope, in order to stay. Of course Isti is confused, how could he invite his children to be able to take shelter or sleep. And of course, at most Isti will return to his roof which was once made by villagers. He can most only live under bridges, in places that are not used by people, such as patrol posts and gubug-gubug in rice fields. That was the only hope Isti could make.

    "Goddess ..., Asri ..., Antok ...! Let's pack your things, your clothes, your toys .... Everything please immediately to be packed ..., in the wrap ..., put in the bag. Let no one miss .... Don't let anyone miss ...!" Isti said tell his children.

    "What's wrong, Mom ...?!" ask kids.

    "Tomorrow morning we must leave this house. We're leaving this house .... Quickly pack your things ..." replied his mother.

    "Go, Buk ...?!" ask the kids again.

    "Yes .... We'll leave this house .... We have to get away from this uko .... We have to leave this house .." said his mother telling her children.

    "Lhoh ..., what ...?!" of course, her children are confused.

    "Because this shophouse will be sold by your Father ..." so Isti said to his children, of course he asked his children to immediately pack his belongings, he said, to pack clothes and books and toys.

    "Bu ..., where are we going?" so asked Dewi, the biggest child that of course he would want to know the move, and also confused how he could leave the shop. Meanwhile, they no longer have a place to live.

    "Yes .., anyway we go from this place first .... Well, the important thing is a place to take temporary shelter." replied Isti to his children.

    "Mom ..., if we go to our old house, how ...?" the Goddess proposal that of course he remembered his old home, when he did not have a good home.

    Yes, the gubug house, where in the past they had nothing, when they were still poor, which at that time was only developed a simple house by the people in his village, he said, who was given kindness by Mr. Lurah to be developed in a place far from the village.

    "Yes .., Goddess .... Want to sleep anywhere, which is important later anyway we can have a place first. What matters is that we can take shelter. The important thing is that we can relax ourselves to sleep." so said his mother who certainly calms the hearts of her children so that they want to be ready immediately.

    "Yes, ma'am .... We'll come along." replied the Goddess.

    "Why the hell, Mom ..., you kicked us out again ...?!" ask Asri.

    "When we were in that nice house, we were also evicted .... He said his house was for sale .... And now, we're being expelled again .... He said this shophouse also wants to be sold .... What is it, Mr. Why the hell, Ms. ..., why is his house sold continuously ...?!" ask Dewi to his mother, who of course he wants to know why his father always kicked him out.

    "That's our fate .... That's our sustenance .... If indeed we have to live in our old house, we must live in that hut again .., yes we must accept it .... We give all this to the Almighty .... At least we can stay there. We can still be together .... The important thing is that we still have a place to live ..." so said his mother, who was certainly very sad to see her children were very sad, seeing the children could not do anything more. He was aware of his son's feelings. Isti knows how her son's heart is broken, because it was once expelled from a luxurious house, and now he has to leave the shophouse as his residence. Surely his children will suffer, feel the suffering that continues to change. Yes, this is the life experienced by Isti and his children.

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    That morning, Isti invited his children to leave the shop that he had made as a place of business and residence. Isti rented a city transport car and a pick up car, to carry his belongings and of course for himself and his children. Isti put in all those things that he would carry. And the tenants also transported his wares. Yes, Isti must bring her merchandise, her plan to open her business, in order to support her children. At least later for his efforts in making a living, looking for sustenance to support his children. Yes, Isti will definitely sell again, will trade again, as a livelihood for daily living with his children.

    But apparently, once in his old house, Isti who came down from the angkot chart, he was confused. The hut house he had left, the hut he had once occupied, turned out that the house was no longer there. Yes, the gubug house that used to be his residence, now no longer exists. Once there, of course Isti disappointed. Isti was confused where to stay. Because he no longer finds that place.

    "You want to come here again ...?!" asked one of his neighbors carefully, which of course once Isti saw there, he immediately met Isti who was next to the transport along with his son, he said, and also carrying quite a lot of stuff.

    "I want to come back here again .... I want to go to my old house .... But my house is no more, yes .... Where is my home ...?" so said Isti who answered the question from his neighbor who approached him. Of course Isti wanted to know from his neighbors, where his house which used to be his residence, which now no longer exists.

    "Why look for your old home ...?! You've become kere again huh ...?! Your assesan is back here .... Yes that is the arrogant, the self-knowing, the one who forgets the land .... You rich man if impromptu yes like that .... Why did you come back here ...?! Your house is gone, your house has collapsed, your house is finished .... Is your wealth depleted ...?! He said you were a rich man ....  Why come back here again? Surely you have no place to live anymore, huh ...?! It must be your husband's money that was the result of a bribery ..." so blasphemy his neighbor, which of course was when Isti was rich, then moved to occupy a magnificent house, a luxurious house, a beautiful house, none of his neighbors were told. None of his neighbors were invited to the celebration. Isti did not give thanks. Isti did not say goodbye to his neighbors. Even he forgot just like that with his neighbors, and his house which was given from the residents, the house that was just a shabby was left without saying anything and without telling the surrounding neighbors.

    Yes, of course, the neighbors were annoyed with Podin and Isti who were arrogant because they suddenly became rich. And once Isti came again with his three children, wanted to occupy the house again, but the house was no longer found. The house no longer exists.

    Of course his humiliated neighbors, his hurt neighbors, so now they mock the once-poor Isti, who used to have nothing, once only always in debt in the stalls of his neighbors, now when he comes back, surely with his poverty again.

    "Sokor kamum Is .... Rasain, you .... So a person who cannot be grateful .., you are an ungrateful person ..., you are insolent .., you are arrogant ..., you are a pretentious ...." so said his neighbors who again mocked Isti, who will now come looking for his house that has been left collapsed by his neighbors.

    "Bu ..., sorry .... My old house here where is it ...? How is there no more ...?" ask my wife again, to her other neighbors. Of course Isti asked him, because he wanted to stay kagi in his house which used to be like a gubug reot it was gone.

    "It collapsed .... Already discarded, because the village shit-ngotori. It became a hotbed of disease ..., it is inappropriate to have a dilapidated moult ...!" so answered his neighbor, who certainly hurt Isti.

    Indeed, Isti felt wrong after all. Isti felt guilty, because at that time he never said goodbye to his neighbor. He just left. Yes, then the podin who suddenly had a lot of money, immediately left his village without saying anything to his neighbors. Of course, the neighbors were hurt by the treatment of Podin and his wife.

    "Bu ..., we continue to want to live where ...? ask the children to his mother, who of course he was also disappointed because the house he used to live in was no longer there.

    "Sorry, ma'am ..., where are we going ...? This we have to drop the goods where ...?" ask the pick up driver who carries a lot of items that are luggage from Isti. Of course the pickup driver was also confused because he had to immediately drop off the items on top of his car.

    "Yes .., Ms .... This I also want to menggompreng again .... So, this is Mom's stuff how ...? ask the angkot driver who is certainly also confused because the luggage from Isti and his children are still in the transport.

    Right, this time, Isti was completely confused. He no longer knows where to live. He did not know where Iagi would sleep. There is no place for Isti and his children. Even finally, the drivers were because they had been waiting longer and did not know where the goods would be dropped off, and where, the two drivers dropped off their belongings at the place where Isti and his children stopped. Yeah, those drivers just dropped those things on the side of the road. Even now his neighbors no one approached, just peeking out from the window of his house, because they would not want to be close to Isti later, then at least they will be asked for help by Isti. At best it would only trouble its neighbors. And Isti will definitely stay in the house of his neighbors.

    Hence, the neighbors went straight into the house to close the door and they just peeked out of the window, seeing what Isti would do with his three children.

    My children started crying. Especially Antok, the youngest child. She was crying first. Yes, of course because the children were getting hot, and of course because he was confused about where to go, just standing on the side of the road. Then Asri was crying too. So did the Goddess, who of course she was also confused because she did not know where to stay. He did not know where his mother would go. Even that day alone, the Goddess had not left school.

    Of course seeing his children who had been crying, Isti was increasingly confused. Isti's getting worried. Isti increasingly do not know how to so that his children can be silent, so that his children can understand the situation. But more than that, Isti was also confused where he would live, he would take his children to sleep where, and of course, what about the things he carried, which were so many.

    Until finally, for a while Isti was confused, and his children were already in tears, and of course Isti was also crying even though not like his children. Those who are on the side of the road while waiting for his goods that are quite a lot, not only snacks, not only the clothes of his children, not only his clothes, not only his clothes, but also quite a lot of merchandise. And when Isti and his children were confused to take care of his belongings, suddenly an old man came to him. Men in tattered clothes and wearing crope capping.

    "Grandfather ....?!" The goddess did not forget the face of the old man who approached her. Asri and Antok. As soon as they saw the old man, then the three of them immediately shouted.

    The old man in tattered clothes and wearing the petal caping stopped in front of him.

    "Where are you going ...?" so asked the old man who was in front of four people who were standing on the side of the road and were confused.

    "Sorry ..., Cake .... We were cast out by the father of these children .... We actually wanted to go back to the village, but it turned out that our house was no longer there, our house had collapsed, and we couldn't stay in this place anymore." Isti replied to the old man in front of him.

    "Why should I leave the house ...?" ask the grandfather.

    "We were cast out by his father's children .... The shophouse we occupy will be sold ..." replied Isti who hugged his children.

    "Your husband is outrageous .... Your husband is greedy .... Your husband is evil .... Your husband has heart for you and your children .." said the old man, who knows exactly how Podin treats his wife and children. For sure the old man knew exactly that Podin had sold his mansion, expelling his wife and children to live in a shophouse. So now, Podin also had the heart to drive back his wife and child from the shophouse because of course the shophouse will be sold and the money changed to give to the young wife.

    "Certain ..., where are you going to live?" the old man asked Isti and his children.

    "Don't know, Cake ..., we'll stay where .... Frankly, the house we were going to was no more. Even the former is no longer there. We don't know where to go. Maybe we'll just sleep under the bridge." said the wife who was certainly confused by what she should do.

    "I do not want to sleep under the bridge ..." said Dewi who certainly felt very sad and did not want to be invited to sleep under the bridge.

    Surely his life is very suffering, but these children certainly feel sorry if they have to be invited to sleep under the bridge.

    "If for example you live in Grandpa's cave, how about ...?" suddenly the old man offered to the four men. Surely the old Grandpa offered them to stay in his house.

    Isti must have imagined that the old man's house was just a small house that was narrow, and maybe also like a rickety hut. Yes, of course, they only saw from the clothes worn by the old grandfather who was like a beggar. But even though it is just a hoot for example, for Isti and his children at this time is able to take shelter.

    "If we want to stay at Grandpa's club, what will Grandpa do? Where did you sleep?" Isti asked the grandfather, who was also worried that he had to sleep with the old man. Danger.

    "Not to worry .... You will sleep there .... Grandpa can sleep anywhere. I can sleep outside. They can sleep everywhere. Don't worry. If you want, come with Grandpa. Later you can sleep there." said the old man, who again offered to them.

    "Yes, Cake .... Pity the children if they have to sleep under the bridge" Isti told the grandfather.

    Finally Isti and his children said "You". Saying willing and saying willing. But of course they are still confused to bring his stuff which is quite a lot. Yes, because the vehicle he rented had already left him, leaving his belongings. And the stuff was just put on the side of the road.

    "Not to worry .... I'm going to try to find a truck that can transport these things, to take them to my place" said the grandfather who was next to him standing on the side of the road. Surely he will block a passing truck to be asked to deliver.

    However, there was something strange about the grandfather. Yes, he just stood for a while on the side of the road, suddenly there was a truck that came and immediately stopped nearby. Even without being ordered or talking first, the driver and the truck kernet immediately went down and transported goods belonging to Isti who was on the side of the road. Then the two men immediately raised the goods on the truck.

    In an instant, all of Isti's belongings were already on the truck.

    "Come ..., everyone gets on the truck ..." said the grandfather who told Isti and his children to get on the truck.

    Finally, the truck went as indicated by the old man. Isti and his three children sat in front, near the driver. While the old man was in the back with his kernet. The truck continued to drive on the highway, which of course would lead to the grandfather's house.