HIJRAHS
"THE BITTER STATEMENT OF MY PARENTS"

Brief Story........

After a few days of his arrest mas Rehan and his mother.the house returned serene and peaceful.no more harsh words that always ejected from the mouth of the mother mas

Rehan.

Today, I'm going to one of those cities where my confidants say that both of my biological parents live and live there.

It's a hard feeling for me to explain. Even though the car I was driving now split the city streets. There was not the slightest feeling of longing gushed for the two old men.

I was like to meet a stranger, Maybe this is because I have been thrown away and not even needed by both.

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About 5 hours of travel. Finally my car will arrive at the place I'm headed.

"That's Ma'am's house" said one of my hired men.

Yes, I did not come here myself.I asked Radit for help, one of the people I always trusted to take care of my problems.

Yes, Radit is also one of the 4 men who used to take part in my revenge case.

That's because I asked him for help. In addition to their good performance and also neat.they can also keep his secrets so good.

All of this is proven, until now my case of revenge has not been revealed to the police.

"That one?" I answered, pointing to one of the houses.

"Yes Ma'am, that semi-permanent house where the person you're looking for lives there" he said.

"Do you know what their lives are like? you've got their identities not" I replied

"Yes Mom already, About a month ago, they just sold a baby." Radit said to me, which surprised me.

"What, selling a baby? you mean they're both kidnappers and selling humans" I replied.

"As far as I know, they didn't kidnap Mom, they just sold babies who were none other than their own children, and they also raised some street children for them to hire on the street" Radit.

"Are you sure about all that?" My answer.

"Yes, not only that. Their daughter who is about 17 years old has worked as a PSK" Radit said.

I really can't digest what I heard from Radit, are my parents that cruel? For what reason did they do all that, even to the point of selling their children for money?

What if they did all this for money? Why is their life not so luxurious?

Why do they still live in a semi-permanent house that is not so big.

"How many children are they all?" Ask again.

"There are 4 Ma'am" replied Radit.

" 4? Anybody" I said.

"The first one was 18 years old, named

Beautiful. he was married to an old man. who is famous for being rich in the area, the second is 17 years old, named Putri.he was hired as a PSK. and he has been doing the job for almost 2 years and the third one is named Rangga, should be 15 years old, and the last baby. 6 Months old who was sold one month ago" replied Radit.

"Rangga, why are you saying that he should be 15 years old at the moment? My speech

" Yes, Rangga had died a year ago Ma'am, he was judged by the residents because he was found to have stolen in one of the residents' houses" Radit replied.

"Is their child only 4?" My speech.

"Shouldn't be Mom, they've been selling 2 babies all along. However, the first baby they sell is brought by those who buy it abroad. That's because we can not find out the identity and age of the mother, sorry" Radit replied.

"It's okay, your work so far has been very good" I said.

"Thank you Ma'am" Radit replied.

I didn't expect at all? would Danu have continued our marriage, if she had known the ins and outs of my family? even my parents who have not yet repented?

Absolutely disgusting!

"Mom Ma'am, that's the guy I'm looking for, he's called Siti Bu" Radit said, surprising me. He pointed to a woman with a slightly full body but looks very seedy.

A woman who has white skin, however, looks very shabby and unkempt. with clothes that are as good as possible and hair that is tied up.

I stared fixedly at the face of the woman who was talking to several small children who were similarly unkempt. Yeah, is he the one I'm looking for? she's my real mother. However, it feels like this self is reluctant to come and hug her, considering her treatment is very unworthy.

I looked at him for a long time, apparently he was forced to take the deposit money from the boy?

O God, was I really born from that woman's womb?

"Then, where is the husband of that woman?" I asked Radit.

"She is usually drunk and playing gambling there Ma'am" Radit replied pointing in the opposite direction of the house we were intending from earlier.

"Well, I have some duties for you, First, take me to Rangga's grave. And after that. please arrange my schedule to meet Indah. can you?" My speech.

"Well Mom, I'll let you know if the schedule of meeting Indah has been scheduled. Now are we going directly to Rangga's tomb?" Reply Radit.

"Yes, now we're going to eat Rangga" I said.

"Let me drive the car Ma'am, afraid of her mother tired because the journey here was quite long earlier" replied Radit.

"Good" I said.

Radit and I exchanged seats this time Radit was driving a car. It was true, in addition to the journey here is quite long, I also felt unable to drive the car properly. knowing what I have seen and heard. It feels like my entire joint muscle muscle, and my bone has melted.

I feel like I no longer have the energy.

Radit drives a car very carefully, he knows very well that this car is my favorite car.

About 30 minutes down a road that was not good.we finally arrived at a cemetery far from the residential area.

Radit and I got out of the car immediately. Radit directed me to walk into the cemetery where there are still many bamboo trees and weeds that are quite high.

About 5 minutes into the cemetery. Radit pointed to one of the tombs, which only contained a stone the size of an adult human head as a marker.

"This is the tomb of Rangga Bu" Radit said, pointing out the food that was now in front of us.

"Where do you know that this is Rangga's tomb? and there's no name tonight?" My answer.

"We found out all about Ma'am, and this tomb we got from the information of some of the residents and guards of the tomb here" Radit said.

"Can you call the tomb guards here? I want to meet him" I replied.

"Okay ma'am, I'll call her" Radit said as he left.

After seeing Radit go far enough away from where I was standing, I immediately rubbed the Headstone that was none other than the stone in this tomb.

I looked at the tomb in front of me. I didn't even feel my tears finally coming.

Rangga, are you really Rangga? and are you really my sister? I'm sorry that Rangga's sister didn't find and pick you up. Brother didn't protect you from the cruelty of our parents.

Sorry, brother Rangga. brother really apologized.if you look for you sooner.maybe your fate will not be like this...

I sent Alfatihah to Rangga. with tears that felt so heavy dripping. The regret that I felt really made my breath feel so tight.

My breath felt very tight.even I almost had trouble breathing.up to a hand supporting my almost fallen body.

"Mom, is mom okay? what happened" Radit asked

"No, I'm fine" I replied

"Mom, this is the grave keeper you're looking for, please talk to her. I'll go to the car to bring water for you" Radit said after confirming I was calm.

Now, I stand face to face with a middle-aged man who wears his alakadar clothes and uses a kope'ah on his head.

That guy still sees me, maybe he's wondering what happened to me? and maybe he doesn't know either? why did I get so hysterical crying over the grave of a thief?