Grasping
Part 91's

"Mother ...." Niar hugs Sumiati's skinny body. Both were sobbing in warm embrace.

"Ni-Niar .. Are you pu-la-ng?"

"Yes, Mom. Niar came home to look at Mom. Sorry Niar, Mom. I haven't been home for a long time." Niar rubbed the back of Sumiati's pale hands and only the bones were wrapped in skin.

"I-bu ya-ng min-ta ma-af .. am-pu-ni Mother, Na-k. I-bu very sinful," Sumiati's speech stopped because of sobs that increasingly stifled the chest.

Niar's shoulder was shaken because of his uncontrollable sobs. Remembering the painful time when the injustice that Sumiati had once done was very painful. From birth until the last time he left his house Sumiati still hated him. How he lives in adversity and yet no one embraces him, he remains alone under any circumstances.

"Mother ... Niar has forgiven Mom. Niar never hated Mom. No matter how you treat me, Niar can't ignore the heaven I've always wanted to pursue. Niar's paradise is on the soles of Mother's feet, Ridhoi Niar's journey so that one day your son will get true happiness."

Sumiati shook his head, he felt he did not deserve such an easy apology from the child he wasted since in the womb. The child he almost killed because he considered the presence of Niar as the child of the unlucky carrier. However, the Son of the Shial Carrier is in fact always filial, always understanding the condition of his parents.

Nesva, remembering her eldest son Sumiati getting louder crying.

Since getting out of prison one month ago, Nesva chose to go TKW to the land of people. Before his departure, there was a dispute between Nesva and Mr. Bejo who at that time told Nesva to take care of his mother, but Nesva refused.

The Eldest actually scolded the state of Sumiati which was considered very troublesome. Not until there, Nesva also did not change with his actions, he demanded Mr. Bejo to find a lot of money so that his face that turned ugly can be re-operated.

"Mom, already. The past let it pass. There are many lessons we can take. Hopefully our relationship will be better in the future. Now Niar's happy and happy heart can feel a warm embrace from Mother. A hug like this that Niar always craved since childhood. Thank you very much, Mom, I can finally feel the sincerity of your affection. Niar is no longer a burden for the day ahead."

"You are ba-ik, Ni-ar. Ha-rus's I-bu bang-ga pu-nak like you. Ta-pi .. bo-dohnya ma'am hates you." Sumiati's breathing was panting, his left hand raised holding his chest.

"Mom's okay, right?" Seeing her mother with a sigh made Niar a little worried.

Mr. Bejo approached his wife. "Mom, please don't be forced to talk long. Niar understands the situation Mother, mother's daughter has forgiven you, so Mother is calm."

Sumiati nodded weakly.

"Sir, you should be treated to a hospital, let the doctor check the condition of the mother. I can definitely recover like before" said Niar.

"To the hospital costs a lot, Niar. You won't be able to finance."

"Mom don't have to think about the cost, Niar will bear all the costs."

"No, Ni-ar. I-bu u-dah resigned if God calls I-bu. I-bu ha-nya waiting for your ka to come home," said Sumiati.

"Mom, don't talk like that. Mom could've healed. No one knows the age, Mom. It could have been a healthy wal'afiat who went first. If I want Niar to be more devoted to Mother, please I follow Niar's request. I must be eager to heal."

"But son, we always trouble you. You have your own needs, better your savings for your living expenses," said Mr. Bejo.

"So calm father, God willing, Niar's needs are still fulfilled even though Niar finances Mother's treatment."

The young man named Sakky was like a bodyguard, standing beside the door frame by observing the interactions of the Niar family. He had heard the story of Sumiati from his mother, that the woman who was almost the same age as his mother had never treated Niar well, even hated Niar.

Now a fortune can see the repentance of an unjust mother who apologizes to her wronged daughter. Even so, the man wearing the flannel shirt could not resist the atmosphere when Niar replied with wise sentences, and was willing to forgive his mother with a roomy chest without reciprocal hate.

"Sir, Mom, the mother's son has become a successful widow. He's got three shops of his own, he's even the boss of 9 employees" Sakky said. After standing as an observer, now he wants to chimed in the chat of one family.

"Son, who's that guy?" ask Mr. Bejo.

"Astagfirullah, Niar had forgotten about Mas Sakky. Sorry Niar, yes, Mas." Niar.

Sakky pretended to be snuffing. "My name does not fit in your memory, so you never want to."

"Not so, Mum ...."

"Niar, are you married again?" ask Mr. Bejo again.

"No, sir," answered Niar.

"Aamiin ..doain I can marry a father's son." continued Sakky.

"Maz ....!" Niar glanced at the giggling Sakky.

"If not, then who are you pregnant with?" Mr. Bejo was surprised to stare at his daughter.

"This is Mr. Yusha's son, sir."

"What ...?!" niar's reply just made Pak Bejo and Sumiati gasp.

Niar lowered his head to hide the clear crystal droplets.

"This how? Baffled father. If the child in your womb is Nak Yusha, then why did you split up? Shouldn't you be together?"

Niar began to tell everything that was experienced, about the meaning of Mr. Mahendra while in the hospital. Then, about his meeting with Mbok Jamu and Sakky, telling all their kindness. Also about his arrival some time ago to Yusha's house to pay the debt. He told me everything in detail. A detail of her tears that returned.

Mr. Bejo stroked his chest, his heart was saddened to hear all the events experienced by his daughter.

But there is a pride in seeing Niar can survive strongly through his strange destiny story.

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After this I'm going to skip long, yeah.🙏 Let's not BULLET😁