GOODBYE
7. The story is long

Thankfully, at the end of the week, Akas managed to get a cheap rented house. In fact, many homes are contracted here, but at market prices. Say, expensive in their sprawl now. Cheap, yes it's the only one. And, in fact, this cheap rented house is the house that Hanafi and Haryati used to contract when newlyweds. Cheap because more than twenty years this house is arguably not considered by the owner. Still as it used to be, just polished.

Hanafi was crying. It was not directly in front of his children, but that night Akas watched his father cry as he pleased. The father did not realize that the youngest diligently accompanied him from outside the room. However, the next day Hanafi agreed to re-contract the memorial house with his Diajeng. Because, the owner of this house has been back and forth asking when to go, even though the ration of a week has not run out. Some kind of worry that Hanafi and his children will not lift their feet. Forgive me, really dead hearted him....

It is not difficult to move because it can be said that there is no heavy furniture. Completely sold, stay bed and some kitchen utensils. Also done that day. Akas sent his father to deliver the keys of their former house to the new owner who preceded his drowning.

“Have gone?” he asked, in a less friendly tone.

“Already,” replied the youngest, lancang bin sebal.

“Oo, yes already...,”.

“Ya is already!” reply Akas, then leave without looking again. In the heart, if for example the age, frankly want him to punch it once. Or, two times. Biar plong's....

Thus. So, the round of time continues, along with the moaning of concerns that have not been about to subside. As the day progressed, Hanafi's illness grew worse. While there was money, his children brought the father to be examined more correctly by a doctor who was considered faster. You see, the doctor who had previously been frankly less convincing. Like his mother's doctor. Can cooking fatigue be deadly in less than a week?

However, after being examined by the doctor quickly, confused them. Turns out, stacked four of the disease, father. “Complications,” says doctor. And, not just any class anyway, yahud all. Types of diseases that may be suitable for mafioso. Obviously it is impossible to handle further because if this money is used all, do not cover the cost. It is so, said the doctor, there is no guarantee of a full recovery. Duh...

Although not thrown through speech, but they are amazed by the disease of the father. How can the father who used to be healthy before the mother died, suddenly caught containing a lot of top diseases. Is it because more than three-quarters of his life's passion has accompanied the wife's departure? No one knows for sure the answer. However, his children believe that the bond of love of their fathers is one of a kind that is alive. Rare items.

“Already, do not be too forced to take care of Mr.” said Hanafi. “Rani, quickly return to Jogja. Your boss will be angry if you don't enter later. Tell Haryono, you're fine. Sulis, Wati, same as you Bungsu, hang on. Take care of yourself first. About Father, easy later.”

Shut up all his kids. Silence ambushed for a moment.

“Already, do not be silent like this. When are you coming back, Rani?” hanafi asked, to liven up the dimming atmosphere.

“Sore is still a chance, right?”

“Becok only, Sir. Early in the morning,” replied Rani.

“Ya. But, really leaving, huh?”

Rani nodded heavily....

Hanafi smiled. “Diajeng, our children are funny, yes?” he muttered like unconsciously, then chuckled softly in a longing tone.

Hearing that, her four children grimaced all over. Browbeat...

* * *

Nearly eleven months were passed. The Hanafi family's battered act lasted that long. It's not really easy. Although Hanafi has asked not to force himself, but how can his children be calm to see the pain of the father who is getting more runny day? So, more than three-quarters of the funds were sucked for medical expenses. All wrong indeed, forward must back down hit. But, his five children agreed that retreating was more wrong.

One day, Subagyo returned to Sedayu. This is not the first time the grandfather has been there since his son-in-law died. If it's not the third or fourth.

“Where? Are you still resisting?” Nur asked his son.

Just like before, this time Nur invited his children and grandchildren to live in Baturaden. Rather than forcing yourself to stay here, in this kind of situation and condition. Before that, Hanafi refused.

“Terupon you, Nafi. But, remember your children. ,” continued the father.

Hanafi remained silent, then coughed hoarsely.

“What is not a hassle Mr later?” she asked.

“This you, why just now ask around? Wasn't there my hassles from before because of you?” his father was a little.

Hanafi joined the mesem, then coughed again.

“If you don't want to, it's okay. But, I want to bring my grandchildren,” he continued threatening.

Well, it's hard when it's like this. After talking for a while longer, Hanafi nodded. You see, the house contract which is only a year is still a month away. Meanwhile, money can be said to no longer exist.

Finally, Hanafi and his three children moved to Baturaden, back to his hometown. Haryono and Rani, who work in Jogjakarta, were informed of this by a letter sent following from Baturaden.

Just a few days there, Haryati's older sister who lives in Purwokerto came to visit. Continues to be strange, because since Haryati died, no family has ever come to visit. If it was about the death of the dissident virgin, surely they knew because Hanafi informed by letter.

Nian Nian Haryati family keeps the mandate of breaking up relationships. In fact, after Liow Chou died seven years ago. It really is atos stone. His family is tough, same price. But, when her father died, Haryati came to Banjumari with her husband. There, they are cut. Incredibly, none of his brothers were willing to say hello.

So, what's going on? I don't know....

Clearly, the older sister was crying to see the state of her late sister's husband. How not, the last Hanafi seven years ago able-bodied, now live bones wrapped in a little flesh and skin. “I'm sorry, Haryati, I'm sorry..” his sigh in between sobs.

Then, he also told a story. He said Haryati came through a dream and rebuked him. She asked her sister to take care of her children. Uniquely, in the dream Haryati appeared with her father. The father was silent, saying nothing, but tears. Wow, Liow Chou is crying in nature there....

Hearing this, Hanafi cried through two tears that spilled without a sound. So too Surtiyah. Subagyo nodded slowly with her eyes wet the glass, but did not cry.

“So I went to Sedayu. Said the neighbor there, had moved here. So, I immediately followed up here,” said the brother. “Nafi, passing, the dream Haryati advised, said she was fine. And, always love you..,” he continued, smiling haru in between sobs.

So, Hanafi's tears again seeped outwards, rolling slowly across the curves of his longing face. Even his mother. Also his father, even if only a couple of grains.

That's so....

In conclusion, this good bude would bring his three nephews to Purwokerto. There will be schooled, or invited to trade. Anyway, given positive activities that are beneficial. At first, Sulis and Wati hesitated. But, after being given understanding by his father, supported by his grandparents, they finally agreed. Strong akas refused, “Thank you, Bude. Let me here accompany Father,” he said steady, not to be swayed.

Yes already, Sulis and Wati follow the budenya to Purwokerto. While the youngest Akas stand by here as he wants. Accompanying the father who had not yet healed it.

During the week, came Liow Han Kim aka AKin, Haryati's younger brother from Kutoarjo. He said he was asked by his older sister to handle Akas. Maybe the youngest wants if the one who invites uncle, not bude. Ordinary, gender conformity. Same man, same woman.

“Thank you, Paklik. But, I want to accompany you here,” said Akas, unchanged. That's the real reason, not the talk.

“Darguably if your school breaks up, you will find it difficult to get a job. Who have a diploma is difficult, especially those who do not go to school,” AKim chimed in.

The youngest was silent. Right, but what about Dad?

“Akas, come there. Your school is more important than waiting for you here. Come get ready,” said Hanafi.

“But, Sir...”

“Already, don't mostly think about it. Wong Bapak is okay,” Hanafi said. “Uhuuk uhuk uhuk...,” spliced cough.

Akas. It's okay, what?

“As of you, Le. But, sir, school is important because you have a long story. Don't get to work tomorrow. Let your father here with Mbah,” Subagyo to give his opinion.

Surtiyah nodded while chewing betel.

Akas sighed, hearing his father cough continuously. Then, glance at his grandparents who are already old. Duh....

“Come, you get ready,” Hanafi repeat the command. “Your client is a busy person, can't wait any longer.”

Yes already, Akas was getting ready because he clearly lost the vote. Next, they went to Kutoarjo. There, the uncle kept his promise. His nephew was sent back to school.