Divorce, Mother
Anwar is sorry

Finally the lecture at the house of Ms. Fatma was over. Sarah held a seven-day prayer and recitation together. Because, Sarah still hopes that Anwar will come during the seven days.

No one knows if Anwar is in his house. The child now has no more money. Moreover, the workshop was completely closed. Because his vidio case was used by his competitors to shut down Anwar's business. Anwar plans to sell the workshop. He called some of his friends. But many refused. But he didn't give up. He even told his friends to help sell. With the promise of giving a little commission. Until finally there is someone who is interested in the workshop. And buy it at the price offered by Anwar tanta nego.

Anwar immediately took care of all the letters and conditions needed. Until finally the workshop is legal to sell. After receiving some cash. And some of it is on transfer. Anwar decides to meet Ms. Fatma. Because suddenly he felt missed. Moreover, almost every night he saw his mother crying calling his name.

Sepi ... That's what Anwar saw when he first got to his mother's house.

After saying hello and knocking on the door. Sarah finally came out with her eyes.

"Mas ... Sarah hugged Anwar." While Anwar felt tightness. I don't know why. Suddenly fear entered his soul.

"Where's Mom?" return Sarah's embrace.

"You are evil Mas, you have the heart to let Mother bear the longing. You can let Mom go with your worries. You can let Mom go with guilt. You are evil. I hate you Mas." Sarah said. However, he was reluctant to release his embrace from his Mas body.

Anwar's tears suddenly came out. He understood Sarah's words. She knew what Sarah meant when her mother was gone. However, he still hoped that it was a lie. He hoped if it was just a remark to give him a sense of regret.

"You mean?" releasing hugs.

"Mother has gone. Mother is dead." - Sarah.

Anwar immediately fell on the floor. She couldn't accept Sarah's remark that her mother had died.

"Why ... Why didn't anyone tell me?" lirih Anwar's. Sarah is still silent.

Anwar shakes Sarah's shoulder. "Why don't you tell me. Huh ..."

"Mas number, not active. Even Adit and Saka have come to Mas kosan. But they said there wasn't. So, who's wrong?" press Sarah. Sarah was also angry with her brother. Especially if you remember what your mother said one last time.

"Never hate your Mas Nak, because you are brothers. After all, he's like that because of Mom. If Mom had died. Say an apology from Mom. Mother always compares you to her." said Miss Fatma who always remembered Sarah.

Sarah leads Anwar to his mother's grave. It just so happened that Shahril had left for work. And Shadiqa is on ART at home.

"Thank you. You go home, I want to be here."

Sarah too, back home. He wanted to give time to Anwar in his mother's navel.

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Flashback ...

Ms. Fatma still feels dizzy. He always thought about what Anwar did. But he was also worried. Because when on the phone his son's number is never active. Sarah tried it over and over again. However, the owner of the number is reluctant to revive the number.

During her illness, she was greatly pampered by Sarah and Shahril. Even Syahril always make sure the food is eaten by his mother-in-law. Every morning, before going to work. Shahril always took her in-laws out of the house to sunbathe. However, the neighbors always ask about Anwar's case. And that makes Ms. Fatma ashamed. Until he refused to leave the house.

Because I always think. Eventually, Ms. Fatma's body grew weaker. However, he could still just go to the toilet by himself. Ms. Fatma was happy too. Having a daughter who loves him so much. Because all his words about girls are justified by evidence of Sarah's attitude and nature in guarding her.

Until one day, he listened to Syahril and Sarah. That Shahril already knew where Anwar lived. And that's very happy news.

The next day, Sarah and Shahril decided to leave. They decided to go shopping. But Ms. Fatma knew that they would want to pick up her other child. Anwar.

After Sarah and Shahril. Ms. Fatma gave some money for her ART going shopping. ART, however, refused. On the grounds of having to look after Ms. Fatma until Sarah returns. And Ms. Fatma can't blame the ART.

After lunch. The habit of Fatma is sleep. He told his ART. To prepare some pudding and other foods. Because Anwar is coming to visit. And he assures her that he is okay. He's going to take a nap anyway. ART also agrees.

After making sure Ms. Fatma slept well, ART came out of the room. And start preparing some ingredients to make a order for Ms. Fatma.

When Ms. Fatma was asleep. I heard a call from his cell phone. And it's not enough one time. So that makes Ms. Fatma wake up. When I looked, it was a new number. Which is not stored in his cell phone contact.

"Bus ... Don't tell me to come back. Not that I'm Mom's boy. And I always said I was a burden. Different from Sarah. She's a girl. The child I am always proud of. The son that I always say to daughters, which is useful for the parents of their masters."

"Anwar ... Nak. Mom misses. Go home." said Ms. Fatma, as if she had not heard Anwar's previous slurs.

"I'm not going home. Because I hate Mom and Mom's daughter. Because because of what my mother said I became like this. It was like a prayer for me from my mother. Because Mom always says if we're a burden boy." still says with full emotion.

" I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong. I always compare you guys. But it's actually far from the bottom of Mother's day. I love you and I love you too."

"I'm sorry, right. If you can return Vina to me. Because it was Mom, who ruined my household. It was because of Mother's incitement that I lost a child and a good wife like Vina. Then give Vina and the kids back first." Anwar turned off the phone unilaterally.

After receiving a call from Anwar. Suddenly, Ms. Fatma's vision blurred. And he felt a very unusual dizziness. Anwar said as if he was playing in his brain memory. And Ms. Fatma agreed with Anwar who blamed her for what had happened to her son. Ms. Fatma's body trembled and she fell due to her high blood pressure.