Indissolubility
Still the Same

"Bun I go to college first yes," the man in the light blue shirt and alma mater coat draped over his shoulder approached the woman who was cleaning the dinner table.

The woman who was none other than Yumna turned her body when she heard the words of the son. Stopping the activities he just did.

"Dear, be careful on the road. Bring the motor not to be tight," advised Yumna to her son. Yumna did not want her child just why-napa.

"Yes Bun, you don't have to worry. I must have taken the motto carefully," Ali replied to the hand of his beloved woman.

Yumna drove her bachelor child to the door. Seeing the departure of the son until invisible again from his senses. After that Yumna just entered to continue his work that is still left behind.

Ali drives a metic motorcycle that accompanies her days to college. Casually and carefully the young man rode the motorcycle until the building of the campus where he studied for more than two years. Only two more years later, he finished his education in this place.

Ali parked his motorbike in the parking lot provided by his campus. Put the helmet on the front of the seat. Because here no one will dare to steal because there is a CCTV that will oversee every vehicle parked on the campus. Not only one, there are three pieces of CCTV deliberately installed there.

"Hi Bro, just arrived?" A friend of Ali's peers greeted him as he turned around to set foot inside the campus.

"Yes, Bro, have you been there since?" ali asked his friend who was none other than Bimo.

Bimo. "Not really, at least two minutes ago" he replied.

They walked to their class. The two young men were classmates. Bimo was a close friend of Ali. Not only Bimo there are still other friends. It's just that the others haven't come yet. Bimo indeed almost every day came almost in line with Ali. It's just a few minutes different. It's never been a half hour different.

Entering the class in which many have come. Since Ali was in the morning class today, she arrived at the college so quickly. Shortly after a lecturer who taught in Ali's class came. All students take classes in silence. Lecturers who teach very firmly, if there are students who talk to eat will be expelled without a second chance. Therefore, Ali's class this morning was silent, which was heard only the voice of the female lecturer who gave direction to all the students he taught.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon Ali was home from the campus. Ali rode his motorcycle to the park he used to visit to sit, not only did Ali usually sit down and read some additional reference books for his college eyes. Such was the habit of the young man every time he came to the park. Not unwilling to go straight home, just that he prefers the atmosphere of a crowded garden. Moreover, the cool breeze that hit his handsome face, made the young man really like it. Maybe some people will not be happy when studying in a crowded atmosphere like this, preferring to be alone. In silence to focus. But for Ali, both noisy and silent are the same. Most importantly, the eyes and the mind are fixed on what is read.

While reading the book in his hand, someone suddenly sat next to Ali. Ali looked at the person sitting next to him very lazily.

Again the old woman who did not know herself came. If Ali's mind had gotten there before, it's possible that man wouldn't have come here. Go straight home and chat with the mother. But what can be done if fate has become porridge.

"You want to not hear my grandmother's words just this once, son?" the question after a long silence.

Ali did not respond to the old woman's words. He only focused on the book in his hands.

"Son," Rena, the woman touched the book that Ali was reading making the young man automatically stop reading.

"What?" asked Ali coldly. Very lazy to serve the old woman who nasnya again his biological grandmother. The biological grandmother who had no heart, that was Ali's definition for that woman. Perhaps if it was explained it was not enough just that it was even more than he thought.

"You want to live with your grandmother and your father, mother and sister?" he looked at the young man who looked straight without any interest in seeing himself even for a moment.

"Do you have to?" ask Ali.

"Yes, it has to be. Have you not lived with your father all this time, you. You never even feel what a father's affection feels like, do you?" obviously Rena expectantly.

"That will not be possible, there will be no child who does not want the affection of a father. You could have lied to your mother but not to Grandma. Even deep down if you want my love from my father!!" he said with full confidence.

What women say knows is true one hundred percent. In his heart he wanted the love of a father. But it is not the affection of a man who does not have the patience of his biological father. Only because the mother does not give herself a descendant easily throw the mother at will.

"What you say is true. Right if I want a father figure. But don't blame my mother for what I lied to, like what you said just now. Even he knows exactly what I am. Even if I wanted to, maybe my mother had already found a stepfather for me. It's just that I don't like men who approach my mother," Ali said.

"You live with grandma, so you can understand how it feels to love a father" he asked the grandson.

"No, I'm happy living with my mom. The woman who fought for my life until now. I will not leave the woman who gave birth to me like your son who left him at that time" Ali said, which made the woman emotional. But not until he looks at the grandchild. Fearless the young man did not want to stay with him after persuading his gentle persuasion.

He wanted this the only way that would produce a perfect result. Perfect because the grandchild obeyed his words.

"You may have been inedible persuaded your mother not to want to live with father and mother and grandmother" said Rena who has begun to show his dislike to the mother. Though he had just said well, and now it had started to show rotten carcasses that almost smelled.

"My mother never thought of what you said" Ali replied casually. Indeed Yumna never once forbade Ali not to know his father, only the young man who did not want to hear how his father's family actually. By looking at the attitude of his grandmother some time ago, made Ali know how this woman really is. A very selfish woman, who is only selfish without thinking about other people's feelings.

"Grandmother doesn't believe what you're saying" she said again. The old woman did not believe the words of the young man beside her. He was very sure that his grandson's brain had been washed by Yumna so as not to stay with him.

"You believe it or not is your right. Nor do I force you to believe my words. What I'm saying is the truth" Ali replied. What he cares about that woman, believe it or not. Bodo time with it all.

"You must believe in your grandmother if your mother is very selfish, the proof is that you are not allowed to feel the affection of a father. Trust Grandma this once. Your mother was indeed a woman who did not know herself!!" What Ali thought was going to be real. The proof is that the woman has begun to vilify the mother. The woman only pretended to be good so that she ate her words later.

Ali shakes. "My mother is not selfish. If only he was selfish there was no way he would return to this city because of my wishes. Even she is a very good woman and her heart is not bad like your heart is always prejudiced against my mother. I know very well how my real mother, unlike you, can only vilify someone without clear evidence. It's the same as defaming someone. Especially to his own son. It would be a miracle if I were your child. But luckily I had a mother who was as gentle as my mother, me," Ali replied making the woman unacceptable. Because he felt that the young man said it was not good even impressed very bad.

"Ckckck, know that your mother is not as good as you think. She's even the worst woman I've ever met. Remember that your mother is a hypocritical woman and an evil woman who attaches great importance to her own ego" Rena ceaselessly makes Yunan worse to her own biological child. Do not remind the woman as long as she is Yumna's in-law, a woman who is full of patience. And now, not knowing himself, he vilified Yumna in such a way that his son would believe what the old woman had said.

Again Ali was made to shake his head listening to the woman's words. Unceasingly the woman vilified her mother by not knowing herself. Age will never change a person if in his heart there is only envy and envy.

"Purely? hypocrites from where is my mother? she's even a loving woman. A woman who's not who you said she was. Maybe it is true what I think if your heart is full of envy and foul heart that is too deep to my mother" Ali replied.

"Ckckck, I can't figure out why you're so defending women don't know themselves. A woman who is too selfish in my opinion. I was so grateful that my son divorced her because she was barren!!" Rena said in a voice of emphasis.

I want Ali to laugh out loud. Do not know if the woman who is said to be barren just gave birth to seeds from her own child. Do not remember the woman if the young man sitting next to her is her biological granddaughter.

"Nonsense? ckckck don't you remember if the woman you said was barren now had a child from her marriage?" If I may be honest Ali would love to laugh at the words of the woman beside him.

Rena was silent to the speech of the young man beside her. He forgot for a moment when he remembered that this young man was his biological grandson. His emotional strangeness until he forgot if this young man was the child born ex-daughter-in-law. Ahhh, why did Rena forget that this young man was the son of her son. The tongue felt too faint to throw out a single word. He chose to be quiet. Digesting the wrong words that came out of his mouth. I want to slap his own mouth.

TB