Indissolubility
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Ali looked at the mother who was making flowers from a rather thick crackle. On the table in front of the television, it was ready as many as six flower stalks. Flowers that can be placed as a decoration on the table. Be it a living room table, a teacher's desk for teaching at school or an ornamental table.

Ali did not help the mother to make the flower. Because he also did not understand to make it. Although she wanted to, the mother forbade to help, because the mother really liked to make the flower from her own hands. The terrace is very broad, even becoming a nationality for him if it is the result of his hard work.

Initially Yumna made the flower because there is a tutorial on youtube. Even on Facebook, you can search. Yumna learned how to make the beautiful-looking flower in peace, as she watched the video on youtobe. So Yumna wanted to make it then. But it has not been delivered and as a result only now the woman made.

Looks beautiful with each handsome flower stalk varies with green for the petals, while the color purple white for the petals. Exactly like a rose, but the tip of the petals is wrinkled with skewers. Looks beautiful and very sweet.

"You want to try to stalk Mommy? this is who the six stalks are," said Ali holding one of the flowers that Yumna had assembled with a small iron coated with green-colored hairy cloth.

"Everyone wants you to do it, baby," replied Yumna who was still busy with glue sticks that she burned on a candle that seemed to live on a small plate. Candles are used to burn the lips of flowers, so that the flowers made by Yumna look good. While the stem glue is used to glue the flower layer.

"If all that much Bun. Our table is just this one," Ali told the mother. It's true, the tables in their house there's only this one. Even if placed on the dresser of the mother, it seems that it is not enough, because the dressing table is full of Yumna equipment.

"Not everything is for the dresser. Mother's plan is to take a guava tree behind our house. Later mother open the skin and mother dry the trunk. Well if dry later will mama paint the stems and mother put in a pot that has been given cement and dried. After that, my mother hung her flowers there. Finished everything will be put in the corner there," Yumna pointed at the corner of her house that looked empty. You can put a flower pot there. It also adds a sweet impression if the flower is placed in the corner there.

Ali immediately shifted his eyesight to the corner of the house intended by the mother. Imagine if the flower is ready, it is very beautiful even looks elegant impression later. That's what Ali's mind was thinking.

"Yes Bun, it looks good. Most of our homes are still lacking. Ntar if we have a rezki, we buy a wardrobe of one Bun," said Ali staring at the mother.

Yumna nodded at Ali's words. In part it is true that their house is spacious, but the contents are quite a lot less. Since they had arrived at this house, the closet that Yumna left behind a dozen years ago already looked very bad. Even if someone rented Yumna's house and cleaned the house, but the closet looked very old and a month ago the closet was removed Yumna from the house. Because it is no longer fit to be used.

"Yes aamiin, hopefully one day we will buy a decorative wardrobe," replied Yumna looking at her bachelor with a sweet smile.

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This Sing Ali was carrying a bag on his back. Contains one pair of clothes that will be used for the day's lecture, as well as equipment for his study on campus tomorrow. Tonight it was Ali's turn to stay at Reyhan's house. Once a week was enough for Ali. But not for Reyhan who wants his son to stay at his house at least three times a week. But Ali firmly refused, because from the beginning it was an agreement if he would stay there only once in a week. A unanimous decision, which will not exist, can be challenged again.

"Mother, I go first, yes" said Ali to Yumna who is now washing their used dishes.

Yumna, who was turning her back to the kitchen entrance, just faced the source of the sound. "See be careful, honey. Remember not to take the motto fast," advised Yumna after thrusting her hand at the son. Before that Yumna had already wiped her hands with a clean cloth that was on the plate rack.

Ali drove his motto casually towards his father's house. He also did not want to be too fast to reach his father's residence. Not do not dislike there, it's just that Ali is lazy if too fast to arrive. Enjoying a gust of wind without being cooler is futile if you pass this thing too quickly.

At about two o'clock, Ali finally reached his father's residence. The young man put his bike where he used to park his bike. Step inside the house in a relaxed manner.

"Assalamu'alaikum," As the long leg stood one step after opening the door Ali said his greetings.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," The voice that Ali knew. The voice of the old woman in the house, who else if not her grandmother. Grandma who still scratches the pain in the heart of the mother even herself. But as much as possible Ali closed the taste, and showed a sweet smile in front of him. Rest assured, that there was a time when Ali remembered the pain back. Although as strong as possible eliminate it, but it will still appear at a time that will not be expected.

"Where's Dad, Grandma?" When he arrived in front of his grandmother, Ali asked his father. Because the young man did not see where his father was. Usually at this hour he must have seen his father sitting near the grandmother.

"Not home. A few more minutes arrived. Sitting here used to be the same as Grandma," she asked as she patted the seat beside her.

Ali wanted to refuse, but it also felt bad because of Rena's invitation. Ali decided to sit next to the woman. Put the bag she was supporting next to the sofa.

"So Li's lecture?" Rena opened her voice because the granddaughter just kept quiet. Even impressed with the cake.

Ali looked to be nodding. "Yes Nek," she replied briefly.

Rena just nodded at the grandchild's answer. Yes this is how Ali if he was near Rena, he would only answer Rena's questions without wanting to go back to asking Rena. But for Rena is okay, what is important is that her grandson will sleep in his house alone has made the old woman very happy.

If only she could be honest, Rena would be so selfish about her granddaughter. Ali wants to stay at his house. Even Rena wanted it to be forbidden if the grandson to return to the house of Yumna. The woman seemed to still hold an unreasonable grudge against Yumna. It seemed that the old woman did not want to see with her eyes if Yumna was the perfect woman who did not feel flawed for the size of a daughter-in-law and a mother. Full of patience and a soft heart.

After that one question, there were no more words coming out of the mouths of the grandmothers and grandchildren. They choose silence with a view facing the television screen that is on.

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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" Reyhan looked at Ali with reddened eyes. Even his gaze seemed extremely sharp to the young man. Angry, yes the man was angry with his son without clear evidence. It even appears where it is hate speech to the child.

TB