
Since the death of Pak Karta, Bu Eni turned into a confinement, often he locked himself in his room, talking only as necessary, and eating was always persuaded by fitri or Anita.
Anita stays at Fitri's house, while Donny returns to Jogjakarta, having to take care of her increasingly advanced business.
Anita and Reino deliberately stayed while at Fitri's house, to entertain Bu Eni and always accompany Bu Eni, so that Bu Eni could see, so that she could see, if he still had his kids and his cute granddaughter.
Alex and Alena were very happy, because Reino was staying at his house, they were so there were playmates, and the house was becoming more and more crowded.
But still Bu Eni always pulled away, and now his body looks thinner, his eyes are soft and as if he no longer has the spirit to live.
Anita and Reino accidentally sleep in Bu Eni's room, so that Bu Eni does not feel alone, and Anita can always supervise and accompany her mother.
That night they had dinner at Dicky's big table, but Dicky had not yet returned home from the hospital, as there were guests coming from abroad, there are also some things to do in the hospital.
"Fit, his father Reino called, he misses his son, it looks like in the next few days I have to go home to Jogjakarta!" anita's Sayings.
"Well, if you want to go back to Jogjakarta, I can't hold you back Ta, though how, Mr Donny is your husband, he needs you to be around him too!" answer Fitri.
"But Mother How Fit? I'm still worried about Mom, sometimes in the middle of the night, I still like to cry in the room, what if she's alone in the room?" ask Anita.
"Already Ta, let me accompany Mom later, If you want to go home, yes just go home, pity Mr. Donny alone there!" sahut Fitri's.
"Alright Fit, this Saturday I will go home to Jogjakarta, I tipped the mother yes, anyway if there is anything, you immediately tell me!" said Anita.
Fitri nodded her head, then they continued their dinner.
Bu Eni was seen sitting pensively in front of the porch of the house, tonight he ate a little, after eating he went straight to the terrace, as usual Bu Eni will daydream there.
After finishing dinner, the children were seen playing a puzzle in the family room accompanied by Bi Sumi and Mbok Jum.
While Fitri and Anita went to the terrace following her mother who was sitting there, they joined Sit joined with Bu Eni.
"Mom the air outside is cold, we go inside yuk!" bring Fitri.
"you guys come in, I still want to be here!" sahut Bu Eni's.
"We're just talking in the living room, ma'am, it's a cold wind, it looks like it's going to rain!" anita timpal.
"rain! you must be cold alone, Fitri, Anita, take the mother to the tomb of the father yuk, pity the father will definitely be cold and rain!" said Bu Eni while staring at the two children.
Fitri and Anita looked at each other, not expecting Bu Eni's reaction to be like that.
"Mom, you've calmed down there, tomorrow I'll take you to my father's grave, now it's late Mom, it's raining again!" fitri hatch.
"Fitri's right, ma'am, there's already a thunderbolt, soon enough it's going to rain, Mom, let's just go in yuk, we're talking inside!" bring Anita.
"If you can't take Mom, I'm going home alone! " said Bu Eni as she moved from her place.
Fitri and Anita are surprised, Fitri reflexes directly hold Bu Eni's hand, but Bu Eni clasps his hand.
"Don't Ma! Anyway, tomorrow I promise I'll take mom to your grave, but I beg you not tonight!" sergeant Fitri.
Bu Eni did not answer Fitri's words, he immediately walked towards the gate, Fitri and Anita became panicked.
"Don't Ta! You're pregnant, I'll catch up with Mom, you take care of the kids, and then when Mas Dicky comes, ask him to catch up with us!" sergeant Fitri.
"But ..."
"Mang Salim's!" Fitri called Mang Salim, but several times called, Mang Salim did not come.
Eventually Fitri ran after her mother towards the gate.
"Sir, you were through here, right? Why don't you guys stop Mom from leaving? It's already night!" asked Fitri on the two security guarding in front of the gate of his house.
"Sorry Bu Fitri, said the mother, she had a business for a while, so we did not dare to prevent it!" said one of the security.
"Oh how is this? Where's Mas Dicky not home yet, Mang Salim where the hell is he? You guys know where Mang Salim is?" ask Fitri.
"So Mang Salim permission to go home for a while, he said he wanted to take the phone that was left behind!" replied that security.
"That's it, I'm out the way, you have a motor, right? Please take me after Mother Dong, towards the tomb!" pinta Fitri's.
The two security guards looked at each other for a moment.
"What?? Towards the tomb?? These nights??" ask them simultaneously.
"Come fast! My time is not much! I'll hunt far away!" exclamation Fitri.
Then quickly, one of the security took a motorbike parked not far from the gate of the house, then he immediately turned it on, without waiting again, Fitri immediately climbed on the motorbike, and the bike went after Bu Eni who had walked first.
The wind was getting stronger, the sound of lightning began to sound thunderous, soon it would rain down from the sky.
With a feeling of ketar-ketir, Fitri was rammed by one of the security, following Bu Eni down the road to the tomb.
The road looked very quiet and silent, no one passed by, because it was already very dark, coupled with the sound of thunder rumbling.
The drizzle began to fall slowly, the drizzle turned into large points accompanied by a flash that grabbed Kian here.
On the left side at the end of the road, Bu Eni was seen running down the slippery road, leading to a public cemetery, where Pak Karta was buried.
"Come fast! can't you speed a little?!" cetus Fitri against the security that brought it.
"Sorry Bu Fitri, the road is too slippery, if I speed a little, we will fall later!" that security measure.
The rain was falling more and more, Fitri's hair and clothes were drenched in the rain.
The motorbike driven by security can no longer drive, because the red dirt road is very slippery, making it difficult for the motorbike to walk.
Fitri then got off the bike, and immediately ran after his mother.
Seriate...
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