Grasping
Part 5's

Iandang adzan ashar has been heard, Tini's mother walked back and forth in front of the door. Occasionally looking at the house in front of him that was tightly closed did not hear any activity.

"Where's Niar?" ask him to yourself. Tini anxiously awaited Niar's arrival, but today it seems that the little girl did not come. Tini kept a variety of questions, what makes Niar not come to his house? Unlike usual Niar always diligently came even though it was too late.

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In the narrow and engap room, not a single bit of Niar's body moved from a thin mattress. The thin, worn mattress is where it lies without comfort. Only the mattress was able to hold his body from the rigors of the floor. He sends his soul to sleep in peace. Although every opened his eyes he would be suguhi hard life but the boy did not complain. Keep living his life.

Sleeping curled up to withstand hunger and thirst, Niar's condition grew weaker and less powerful. The girl was only able to moan and imagine beautiful things. There was nothing to do but wait for my father to come. Hoping that today you go home quickly, then he immediately came out of his room and could feel the warmth of rice even without side dishes, or you can drink water in a water reservoir even though no water has been cooked.

"Bus ... Niar was hungry, Mom," Niar's groan sounded weak.

The malang! As much as the pale lips whimpered, Sumiati could not hear. The cruel mother was busy enjoying her favorite soap opera in front of the television screen. Without a single thought of her youngest daughter who was almost dying.

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I saw Adzan magrib heard but nothing was different, Niar remained confined in his room. Until the Adzan isya' has passed an hour and now almost nine o'clock in the evening the sound of a new Bejo pack motorbike is heard.

Sumiati lazily finally opened the door for her husband.

"Mom, you come home with a rice box" said Mr. Bejo with a smile after Sumiati opened the door.

"Wih .. tuh tuh, sir," replied Sumiati no less fluffy smile.

"Whichever children are ma'am, they must be happy you brought good food," asked Mr. Bejo.

"Niar is in the room," replied Sumiati turned ketus.

"Neva ... ! here, son, you come home with a rice box. You want to, don't you?" Sumiati switched to calling her favorite daughter.

Mr. Bejo went in looking for Niar's whereabouts, but nowhere. The last place that has not been visited is only the back room, which is Niar's room.

There was no lighting at all, the forehead of Mr. Bejo frowned in wonder and then immediately opened the door that had been unlocked by Sumiati.

"Niar ...," call Mr. Bejo inside to the deck of that narrow room.

"Pak ..," answered Niar lirih barely audible.

Mr. Bejo turned on the light switch and found the tiny figure curled up on a worn mattress. "Niar, why are you?" asked Mr. Bejo was surprised to see Niar's situation like that.

"Sir, Niar laper." The little girl looked at Mr. Bejo with a faint and weak look.

"Mother ... Ms ... !" shouted Mr. Bejo loudly calling his wife.

"What the hell, scream!" sumiati immediately approached her husband and stood in the middle of the door.

"You did Niar, until he was weak like this!" mr. Bejo scolded Sumiati.

"Father if you don't know don't get angry first. You don't know today your favorite child is throwing a tantrum! he broke the school glass. The homeroom teacher came and asked for money. Mother's money ran out because of paying compensation, so I punish her all day without me giving food. Yes ... itung-itung reduced food rations, so rice is equally side dish we are more efficient," explained Sumiati without guilt. He dyed his five fingers left behind rice and sambal. The mother of two was eating boxed rice with Nesva.

Mr. Bejo breathed a sigh, looking at Sumiati with a sharp look. But Sumiati was not afraid at all.

"What is your heart made of, Mom? he is still too small to feel the injustice you are constantly doing! You shouldn't have punished him that cruel, Mom! Niar is still a child who is innocent and reasonable to make mistakes. Don't overdo you!" jolt Mr. Bejo furiously.

"outrageous? what's so outrageous, sir? you fool, if only your baby would permit me to kill him, our lives would not bear the burden of him. Cih .. I don't like that kid!" Sumiati was no less cold looking at her husband.

"Silence ... ! you're really late, Mom!"

"Niar, wait a minute, you get me a drink and some food." Mr. Bejo passed Sumiati just like that. He chose to ignore his wife and did not continue the debate, at this time Niar's condition is more important, he must take care of his youngest child.

Sumiati glared at Niar, then cursed furiously. "Basic son of a bitch!" then he left Niar's room.

When Mr. Bejo returned with food and drink no longer found his wife there, he did not care and immediately sat beside Niar. "Open your mouth, Mr. bribe" he commanded.

Niar said, opening his mouth and eating with lahab. The little girl was so hungry that it didn't take long for the food on the plate to run out. "Thank God, thank you, sir. Niar is full," he said.

Hearing that both eyes of Mr. Bejo back watering, he clasped Niar's small body and hugged him tightly. The little girl's body was thin unkempt, in contrast to her fat and clean eldest daughter. "Sorry Father, son, you have not been able to voice justice for me. Later, if you are an adult, you will pray for your life full of happiness" said Mr. Bejo praying for his youngest daughter.

"If Niar has grown up, Niar wants to work to earn a lot of money for his mother and father. Mother said, Niar spent a lot of money, maybe the mother will love Niar if Niar does not spend money with the father."

Mr. Bejo breathed a long, good breath and mature Niar thought, but why could Sumiati still not see the kindness of the little boy.

"Father is sincere about you, son. It is the duty of all parents to raise their children, only that your mother is still blindfolded. He has not accepted your presence. But I'm sure one day your mother will accept your presence."

Mr. Bejo took ten thousand money from his pants and gave it to Niar. "It's pocket money tomorrow. Keep it and don't let me know. You're going out first,"

Niar smiled and accepted the money. "Thank you, sir."

"Smart school, let's make your fate better." Pak Bejo's hand stroked Niar's hair bud, after saying it had gone out of Niar's room.

Such was Mr. Bejo, although Sumiati blatantly punished Niar but could not do much, he would lose arguing with his wife. Prefer silence rather than continuing the debate.