Grasping
Part 49's
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Niar when he arrived at the door of his parents' house. Although the woman knew no one would answer her greetings, but still she said, because as a Muslim saying greetings when coming or going from the house is mandatory.
The soles of the feet began to enter the house with ordinary cement floors, without the glittering ceramics that decorate, even in the corner there are some that have been damaged. However, this house is the only shelter from small to adult.
"Mom," called Niar after entering Sumiati's room, knowing only that the mother was with her body lying weakly.
"Arrg .. per-gi ka-mu!" squiati squealed, his lips that were no longer perfect and leaning more to the left seemed to tremble withstanding something of anger.
"Mom, don't move much. A thousand times Mother told Niar to leave, for today only, let Niar stay here" Niar said with a puddle of clear liquid. Thin lips that review the smile even though the heart bears pain.
The woman who looked a tinge of sadness began to sob bitterly with a slashed voice. "Mom, just this time give Niar a chance to hug Mom. Niar please ...." Spotlight those sad eyes. Through the words he asked again. "Maybe for the last one. After this, your daughter will grant your wish. I'll go far from Mom's view. Niar is too tired to face this scope. Too many questions but no answers I can hear. I'm tired of asking without Mom answering."
"I'm sorry your daughter, she doesn't want to take care of a sick mother. But, I'm afraid Mom's health is getting weaker if I'm here. I promise, every prostration I make will always say the name of Mother and Father. Pray for Mother's health, so that God may generously give long life." Niar's sentence paused when the woman could not hold tight. He clutched the weak body of Sumiati that felt warm and soothing his soul. An arid soul that has not been watered by affection for a long time.
Unfortunately, the hug he could not embrace at all times, a hug that only twice he felt in fact.
"Mom, why don't you give me this hug all the time? This hug feels warm and comfortable. Your daughter is craving a hug from you, ma'am. Thank you for giving me a wonderful opportunity to feel your affection."
Sumiati fell silent without trying to move her mouth. The middle-aged woman hid a drop of tears that passed through the side of her eyes. For the first time the hardened heart seemed to have almost melted. Acknowledging how cruel he was to his second daughter who had never done anything wrong. He was so obedient to baseless anger that he hated without reason.
Too long his heart was covered with hatred so there was no empathy for his second daughter. Every night he thought of Nesva-Nesva and Nesva. The first daughter who was relentless in being spoiled and never stopped doing anything. However, he always praised his first daughter, without glancing if he had Niar who was also his own biological daughter. Many services and sacrifices have been made, but somehow his hard heart is unable to accept the presence of Niar. He hates so much.
"Although Niar no longer gets an answer, but I'm happy, I'm happy. This is the first time I've embraced sincerity."
"You ma-u per-gi?" ask Sumiati.
The woman nodded with two drops of tears sliding across the skin of the cheeks. "I will grant Mom's wish. All this time, my mother always told me to leave. Niar will leave after Mr. Yusha says talak. Take care of your health. I'm sure, once Niar goes, Mom's health will be restored soon."
The helpless middle-aged woman shook her head weakly. Hinting did not want Niar to leave, but the anger was still there and was greater than instinct. The head shook his head weakly but his lips were reluctant to prevent. He doesn't know what to do.
"What ... ?" Mr. Bejo who was standing on the doorstep was very surprised to hear the sentence Niar said. "Where are you going, son? And why did Nak Yusha say talak? What the hell's going on? Not that in the agreement you should give birth to your husband's offspring, then you can separate?" Mr. Bejo asked a question.
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