Heartless Love Srita
Go Home to Old Man

It's still very early morning. Srita is awake. He was opening a closet that didn't have much. Just some nice clothes. The rest of the house clothes that have not changed for how many years. Not only the color is faded, even the size has also stretched, back and forth washed-use.

Srita deliberately woke up early. He wanted to pack up when the person in the house was still not awake. He slowly picked up a bag of clothes that were also worn out. The bag had already broken its zipper. It's been hand-stitched by Srita to fix it.

"I don't need to bring my ugly clothes.Mas Bagito would buy me new clothes. I can't wait to be his wife. Surely my life will be happier" Srita continued to pick and choose the clothes to be brought.

After putting in some of her clothes, Srita also put in her clothes. The only child he would bring.

Not more than half an hour he finished putting the clothes in.

"This is all I've brought" After packing Srita's clothes, he rose to the back. It turned out that Sewage was already behind.

"Have woken up to Mbah" Srita greeted her former in-laws.

They are now just former in-laws and former daughters-in-law.

"Nduk already. You ngopo tumben wake up quickly" Sewah asked

"No Papa Mbah" Srita poured drinking water into a glass and gulped it down. He saw his former in-laws busy putting firewood into the furnace. He must be cooking hot water. The habit of waking up in the morning is to cook hot water to make coffee and fill the thermos.

"Chah.." Srita's voice called out.

"opo?" ask sewah.

"I plan to go home today to my parents. It's not good to be divorced but it's still one house with a real mas." Srita explained

"I don't have to push you. You can still stay here if you want" Sewan stopped his activities and looked at Srita.

"No papa mbah. I will leave today" Srita said

"Your children are poor, poor"

"There is a father Mbah" Srita replied casually.

"Ta!, I'm actually pegel with you. You ran away from home to go with the other Lanang wong, embarrass the family, I still refrain from berating you. You divorced my son, and now you want to leave my grandson. Ora duwe your brain . Keblinger you, wes crazy you. As long as Iki I hold back, long-you dig. I have long lost my patience. My son is lacking opo. Never hurt you. Dear children. Kerjo Yo diligently. Mung his sustenance is still lacking. How can you not be patient. Pegel I'm the same as you" at length, Sewah expressed her upset heart to her former daughter-in-law.

"Bah, I'm no longer the wife of Pernuh. So I can get out of this house. I am also not the son-in-law of Sewah anymore" Srita added again

"You are what kind of mother Srita is. You don't think about your kids!? That's Marsa you don't think about. He was a kid. Want you to just stay!? You really don't duwe your brain. I'm not asking you to think seriously, just think about your son. I'm not asking you to take care of this house. I can still nurse my grandchildren" Sewah is getting upset.

"I let you stay here until your son is three. Opo have I ever spent your money? Opo have I ever been angry with you when you do not take care of homework? I may think of your son. Have pity on your children" Sumpah felt his blood boil. Though all this time Sumpah is the most understanding person and not much trouble.

"Marsa Sama Truno later taken care of the same mas Peruh Mbah" Srita still gives an excuse.

"That will surely take care of her children. You alone as his mother who does not care and does not want to take care of" Sewot Sewah answered Srita's words.

"I don't want to be a former ghost who is not good Mbah, so I told Sewah about me leaving"

"Your karep! If you can't wait to go there . I can take care of my granddaughter!"

"Yes already. The important thing is that I told Sewah" Srita stepped into the bathroom as if without feeling guilty.

"Basar mantu don't duwe ot*k" Sumpah still grumbled.

"Let it be Mbah" Suddenly a serious voice sounded

"When have you been there, Le?" tanya Sewahan

"I heard the chat of Simbah Srita " replied Pernya

"Your ex-wife is a fat lady. Ora mikiri son. Edan" Still Spill his frustration.

"You're sing patient yo Le. We take care of your kids. Just let him stop! I've had an eram Le"

Seruh no responding to the words of Simbah. He was sitting on the couch in the kitchen. Just woke up but his mind was already in chaos.

"You want to make Le coffee? This is the water already mateng" Tanya sewah

"Yo Mbah's. Just bitter coffee" Pernuh answered briefly.

Not long after Srita came out of the bathroom she just looked at Penuh and her mother without saying hello. The two children and the mother also did not turn their heads towards Srita. It was as if they were in a cold war. Continue sipping the coffee in silence. Sambarah started cooking rice.

"Lho, I'm going where to take the bag" Marsa's voice sounded.

"Where are you going?" Truno asked.

"Mom wants to go home to your eyes. You're the same Marsa here"

"I mean mother?" ask Truno again

"Your mother and father are divorced. So it's not good to stay home. That's why I want to live in your house" explained Srita

"I mean mommy, you're dead, aren't we?!"

"Same mother has divorced Truno"

"What father is mom? What's our fault?"

"It's Truno, it's done"

"Selfish mother! I think of myself, Mother! Mom doesn't love us"

"You stay with the father, there is also still Sewah"

"Mom, that's not our mother. The mother who should be in charge is not Sumpah!"

"Mom..., Marsa's coming along" Marsa held Srita's hand.

"Don't Marsa. You're here the same, and your father"

"I want to go with mom, I want to stay in the house" Marsa began to pull Srita's hand

"You're here, Marsa! You don't bother mom. I still have to take care of your sister"

" Srita shook Marsa's hand.

Marsa started crying.

"Srita, you don't go too far with your son!" his voice sounded loud.

"Mas, I have to take care of Little. So you take care of Marsa and Truno"

"Basasic useless mom!" truno

"Don't be presumptuous of you Truno. I'm your mother!"

"What mom? A mother who leaves her children, a mother who does not think about her children, a mother who thinks more about herself. Don't you really, can't you wait to be with another man?"

"Don't be impudent to you Truno!"

"Mom.." arrived2 a voice called out to Secil. He who was still sleeping woke up hearing the noise outside.

Srita carried her little child. Then lift the bag that was prepared earlier.

"Mom don't go" Marsa pulled her mother's hand but her small hand was flicked by her mother.

"Srita don't you feel sorry for Marsa? I am no longer your husband. But he's still your son" Puh tried to give Srita some understanding.

"There's your father, mas" Srita kept stepping while taking the keys to the bike.

Marsa chased after her mother while crying. Secil who saw his mother crying followed him crying. Especially when Marsa tugged at her mother's hand.

"It was Marsa. You don't cry" Again Srita wags his son's hand.

"I'm coming with Mom. Come to the house of Eyang. I promise you to be a good boy. I'll take care of sister. Ma'am... I'm coming" Marsa's crying harder.

There was crying between Mbak and his sister. Seriously tried to take Marsa but the boy pulled his mother's hand strong.

"Nduk already. You are the same father. Sama Sewah's. Same with you too" Truly persuaded

"Mother, do not go, mr.huuu...huuu" increasingly sad to hear the sound of Marsa crying. But Srita still turned on his motorbike while holding a piece that was also crying.

"It's over, just let mommy drop by! We're just the same father" Truno persuaded his sister. Take hold of Marsa. Srita took her motorcycle away from home. Srita left the people who had been with her.

Sumpah, his son and grandson can only see the departure of Srita.