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"El, wait!"

Elnara turned her head, looking at Afsa who was calling.

"Mom asked you to come home! I forgot to tell you this" Afsa said, patting her own eel.

"Mom wants me to go home?"  Elnara wants clarity.

"Yes. Now home! I want to meet and talk a lot about important things" said Afsa. "I'm just passing on a message."

A week of not meeting, it was only natural that Linol asked to meet. But actually Elnara still felt sad over the attitude of her mother who could not be firm on Afsa, and then eventually chose to switch to give assertiveness and coercion to Elnara. But Elnara could not bear her resentment and avenge her mother with hatred. Elnara is still Elnara who will seek and choose goodness.

***

"Mom asked me to come home?" Elnara approached her mother who was busy recording something in the book.

"Eh, El? You home?" Linol stopped the writing.

"What did you want to talk about so you asked me to come here?"

"Here you come?" Linol frowned, a little confused. "Ah, yes, you should see mom every time you miss mom, right? It doesn't have to be the mother who calls you here. Oh yeah, look at mom having the right calculations for mom's new venture." Linol showed me the notes in his book. 

Elnara was actually amazed by the persistence of her mother who never stopped fighting hard for everything called work, she never gave up. High spirits. But Elnara had trouble throwing off the annoyance of her mother's attitude which often bestowed things that Afsa did not like on Elnara.

"What business mom?" ask Elnara. 

"Refrive the duck," Linol replied with a wide smile full of vigor. "Oh, pegel's mother's body is all because since yesterday I was too busy taking care of a new cage designed and created perfectly."

Elnara just listen.

"El, you're mom's incandescent. It's so tired." Linol lay on the long sofa. "This is the back. Be ill. Linu."

"Don't be tired, Mom. I'm gonna be sick." Elnara began to massage the back.

"Waaah... It's good, El."

"Why don't you ask for Afsa's pijitin, she'll live at home with mom. You can ask him for help anytime."

"You'll know for yourself that Afsa always rejects whatever you tell her to do. He's a wayward and dissident."

"That's the result of my mother's upbringing."

"Well, are you guilty of motherhood?" Linol's tone sounded rather high.

"You're talking about the Emir?"

"It's not about the Emir alone, it's about everything."

Linol sat down, looking at her moody daughter.  “Hey, you don't be so childish.  I know you have a much more mature mind than Afsa even though Afsa is considered your older sister.  That's why I dropped the burden on you.”

“Then when did you understand Afsa?  Until when will Afsa be interpreted like a child?  Afsa's mindset will continue like that if mom lets it.”

“Then?  What doyou reckon?  What should I do?”

“Our attitude will be the responsibility of the mother.  Begin to educate Afsa so she can change.  Afsa will never become an adult and will never realize her wrong behavior if not guided and directed.  He will forever be like that.  And this is the responsibility of mother.”

Linol took a long breath.  “How smart are you to teach mom, as if you were a teacher.  Do you think science is so much better than motherhood, hm?  Never mind, it's mom's business.  You don't interfere.  Go to the back!  You take care of the duck cattle that you just woke up!  After that you can go home!  Don't go home if the duck business isn't up.  I haven't got anyone to hire, so you take care of it today.  Tomorrow the person who takes care of it will come.”

Elnara did not argue.  He's headed to the back of the house.  At a distance of about twenty meters, looks duck cage that has been built with modern.  Starting from the building, electricity, to a place to eat ducks was very well designed.

Linol was actually utilizing the rest of the vast land behind the house for a new business.

***

On the other hand, no one knew that Afsa swapped clothes for the exact shirt worn by Elnara at a store not far from campus.

A grudge in his now burning heart, reminiscing that the Emir was the murderer of his father, leads him on an unexpected path.

Afsa has now stepped into the spacious courtyard of the Emir's house, passing through the foreign garden which he also just entered.  What a beautiful and beautiful garden.  If only the Emir was not a handicapped widower, of course Afsa would enjoy that nice house.

Afsa stepped up with a look filled with vengeance, the intention in her head was already full.  

‘Please wait, Emir!  You will get a reply for the loss of my father's life!’ muttered Afsa with a hunting gaze.

Just as he entered the house, he met the man sitting in a wheelchair.  The man with the handsome and mature face looked at Afsa with a frowned face.

Is this what the Emir is called?  Yes, this man must be the Emir.  He's in a wheelchair. Gumam Afsa stared at the Emir's feet on the wheelchair.

Apparently the man called the handicapped widower was handsome, he was not old.  Nor bad. Even his face was like twenty-five years old, youthful.  Unfortunately she's a one-child widower, even handicapped again.  Unceasingly Afsa sneered at the man in her mind.

Although Elnara was married to the Emir, Afsa has never seen the man's face since the wedding, Afsa chose to lock herself in her room and refused to go out for fear of being re-appointed to replace Elnara. Only this time Afsa met directly with the Emir.

“Why are you home?  Didn't you ask permission to go home later?”

Seriate