Love of a Nausea
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💗Madji💗

Flashbacks

Madji went into her room to change clothes. Bella stays outside.

Adji takes a collared sweatshirt with jeans. Put the wallet in the back pocket, and leave the phone at home.

When he was ready, he walked back to Bella. When she was about to close the front door, her forehead shriveled because Bella was no longer visible on her porch.

"Mom, Ma'am Bella!" call Adji while walking through his yard looking for the figure of the woman he wants to help.

Adji took a slow breath, he didn't find Bella anywhere. Could it be that Bella went to see Reza herself.

Adji wouldn't mind thinking about that woman. He also plans to pick up his wife at the house of the in-laws. Because he thinks Bella doesn't need any more help.

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Adji chose to leave by riding an angkot. Although in his house there is a vehicle, all this time the motor he bought just to go a short distance.

The afternoon trip was so hot, when he got down from the first angkot, Adji went to a stall on the side of the road to buy a cold drink. He sat there and ate fried bananas and bakwan.

Her stomach feels hungry, usually Maya who always cooks every time off work. But this time his wife was angry. Adji wishes his wife would go back home.

Suddenly, Adji's eyes flabbergasted to see a couple whose age was already old, was sitting on the side of the road. On the sidewalk, the two were busy eating packaged rice together. While a wagon filled with wreckage, parked not far from them sat down.

Adji is heartbroken, remembering the same past as the two parents. It's just that he is still lucky, because he is still young and strong. As for the two old men, they were old and old still able to find sustenance, push and pull the cart.

Adji got up from his seat, paid for the food and drink he had eaten. Then we approached the two old men.

"Assalamualaikum, Cake, Grandma," said Adji.

The grandfather turned his head and smiled, the grandmother quickly threw away the rice wrap and doused her hand with mineral water.

Adji reached out to the parents, then kissed them.

"Grandpa's hands are dirty, son," said the grandfather as he rubbed his used hand into the clothes he was wearing.

"Granny's hands are dirty." This time it was the grandmother who rubbed her wet hands on her clothes.

"It's okay, Grandma, Grandma." Adji sat next to Grandpa.

"Where did Grandma go home?" ask Adji.

"After the school." Grandpa pointed at the school across the street.

Adji's two eyes pointed to the place that Grandpa pointed at, he smiled slightly. Poor that the grandfather had to cross the road together with a cart full of contents, because it must be heavy.

"Grandpa and Grandma still want to go around again?"

"No, we're going home. Soon, ashar" replied the grandfather.

Adji was speechless, he was proud of the two old men before him. They have not forgotten their duty as Muslims. He glanced at the watch on his wrist that was already pointing to the number two noon over thirty-five minutes.

"I'll take you, Cake."

"No need, son. Inconveniencing. We're used to it." This time the grandmother looked shy. The old woman took a quick glance at Adji as her husband conversed with her.

"I'm also a regular, Grandma. I used to be like Grandpa and Grandma, carrying a wagon." Adji smile.

Grandfather frowned in disbelief, he just nodded. Then the two got up from their seats and walked over to the carriage.

The grandfather was about to grab the iron handle of the cart, Adji took over so that the grandfather did not pull it.

"Let me help, Mother. Grandpa pointed the way, ", Adji said as he slowly stepped in with his hand pulling the old man's wagon.

"Son, you will be tired, let us bring it," said the grandfather while following Adji from the side. His hand helped push Adji away.

"It's okay, kok, Cake." Adji tried to smile.

Sweat flooded Adji's face, he stepped slowly across the highway. He saw the two old men joining hands when they were about to cross. He remembered Grandpa Karso who had helped him at that time. Maybe if the grandfather is still alive, his age is the same as that grandfather.

The grandmother first stepped in front, not forgetting every passing through the trash can. The grandmother approached and looked for items that could be sold again, such as used bottles or cardboard.

The grandmother's clothes also look very shabby, subordinate to the jarit cloth whose color has faded, with a large t-shirt in gray. Adji felt that the clothes might be former people. While the grandfather with black pants that have been bule color, with a white shirt that has a lot of holes behind him.

Finally they arrived in front of a very simple house. The house looks clean and well maintained, only the yard is indeed full of junk that has not been sorted.

The right side of the grandfather's house was a pile of old bottles resembling a mountain. While the left there is a pile of cardboard that has been tied by a rope. Not far from there are some electronic items that may have been damaged, such as fans, and old-time tube televisions. There are also children's bicycles that can not be used anymore because the seat and iron wheel is broken.

Adji parked the old man's wagon in front of the fence. Grandpa told Adji to come into his house. While the grandmother was already invisible, the possibility had already entered.

Adji stepped in, he saw a semi-permanent house whose roof was like newly repaired. However, the inside of the wall paint had already peeled off. The outside looks like it's new to paint.

Adji sat on a mat, the house had no chairs or tables. There was only one room there, a door was seen directly towards the kitchen and bathroom. The pile of clothes is in the basket. They don't have a closet to put their clothes on. The bed was not visible in the room.

Shortly after, the grandmother came out with a tray of two warm sweet teas. Then put it in front of Adji and the grandfather.

"Please, Son."

"Oh God, Grandma. Repot."

"Nothing, just water. Grandma's taking a shower, yeah. Stinks." Grandma smiled little.

"Oh, yes, Grandma. Please."

Grandma stepped towards the back. Adji and Grandpa were sitting in front.

"Grandfather stay alone?" ask Adji to be curious.

"The grandson."

"Where's the grandson, Cake?"

"School, it's third grade Junior High" he said, sipping tea made by his wife.

"Oh, female, Cake?"

"Women, pity for their parents is not there."

"Died?"

"Yes, his house was on fire at the time. Thankfully, the grandson survived. Just because of our situation now. This is the former home of Grandpa's son, his father Mita who was in a fire. The same people helped to wake up again. You see, they pity Grandpa and grandma and Mita."

"God willing, the people here are fine, huh, Cake?"

"Alhamdulillah, Son. They also love to eat the same food. We just can't depend on people. That's why Grandpa and Grandma nyari are wrecked. Neighbors who already know love to give used goods to us to sell to collectors."

"God's Masya. How did Saturday come in, Cake? Where is the school where the grandchildren are?"

"Alhamdulillah, yes, Cake."

"Whose name are you?"

"I'm Adji, Cake."

"Still in school?"

"Thank God you go to college while you work, cake."

"Wedding?"

"Thank God, cake."

"Alhamdulillah, what a pity his wife must be. Your sincere look, son Adji. I am the same wife thank God never called a great fight. I misunderstood, but I always gave up. Yes, the name of the wife will sometimes want to always be pampered, loved, cared for. Sometimes dikuekin little love to sulk." The grandfather chuckled, his toothless front visible.

Adji felt slapped, right what the grandfather said. It's just that he didn't apply it. Instead, he prefers a woman who is given attention, while his wife is asked to give understanding. It's natural and reasonable that Maya is angry.

"Yes, Cake."

"Have a child?"

Adji shook his head weakly. "We've been married for over a year, but God hasn't given us that trust, Cake."

"Oh, that's okay, just be patient. Enjoy the two. In the past Grandpa was with Grandma, six years of marriage has not been given as well. The seventh year has been Mita's father. After that, Grandma got a cyst, and her uterus had to be removed. We can't have any more children."

"God, who is patient, yes, Cake."

"Yes, Son. Thanks though. Where are you going? How alone, where's your wife?"

"Astaghfirullah, Cake. I'll take my leave first, pick up my wife." Adji was nervous, he forgot his original purpose. And even the fun of talking.

"God, greetings to his wife, son. She must be proud to have your rich husband."

"Love, Cake. I'm not a good husband, Cake. Thanks Grandpa has reminded me, this is a little sustenance for Grandpa and Grandma."

Adji grabbed some money from his wallet, he gave it to Grandpa.

"God, don't do it, son. Grandpa still has enough money. You better leave it to an orphanage or nursing home. That place needs more."

"That's already his part, Cake. It's Grandpa's sustenance. Don't be rejected, yes, Cake."

Adji grabs the grandfather's hand and gives the money and kisses the hand.

"Thank you very much, son." The Grandfather without tears, he recalled his late son.

Shortly after, Grandma was seen walking in shock when she heard Adji say goodbye. The old woman had already changed clothes, with a batik negligee attached to her thin body.

"Not eat yet, son. Grandma's cooking."

"Thank you, Grandma. I had to rush to get my wife. He played at his parents' house. And ask to pick me up." Adji lied, he could not tell the state of his household to others.

"Be careful, kid. Play here often, yeah." Grandpa rubbed Adji's hand gently.

Finally Adji said goodbye, and the two parents drove Adji to the front of the road.

Adji did not go straight up to angkot, he walked first to the mosque which is not far from the school to perform ashar prayers. After that, he continued his journey.

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Adji arrives in front of the wife's housing complex. Angkot he was riding could not get there, he went down in front of the gate.

After paying the fare, he stepped into block B, Maya's home.

Bugh!

Suddenly a man hit her, and thrust her into a lady's bag. Then the man ran away with his friend on a motorcycle.

From a distance the citizens flocked running towards him, their hands raised into the air with red faces.

"Woy, snatch!  Snatch it!" his yell.

Adji was still standing where he stood.

"Murkey?" mumbled wailing.

"Here comes the woy, the snatch!" shouted a man who instantly pulled the collar of Adji's shirt.

"I'm not snapping, sir," Adji said in self-defense.

"Here, where there's a mouth to ngaku."

"That's your bag you're holding."

"Udah hajar let me kapok."

Adji did not wince, his hands were held, his stomach and face were beaten. The red bag he was holding fell under his feet. His right and left legs did not escape the mass rampage.

His two eyes could no longer see, bruising on his face made blood flow from his lips and temples. His feet were flat, he lay helpless.

From a distance a woman ran towards the crowd. The woman breaks through the mob who are still beating Adji mercilessly.

"Stop! Stopit! Stop that!" yelled a long-haired woman.

Residents stopped the action, then looked at the woman who ran up to the victim.

The woman knelt down while rubbing Adji's face that had just helped her. The man's face turned blue.

"You guys got it wrong. This kid's not the snatcher. The snatch runs away, if this child is up to anything, you have to take responsibility," said the woman furious.

"Pardon us, Ma'am."

"Ye, speaking of dong from earlier."

"Where do we know, the guy in the bag he's holding."

The people who gang up on Adji dispersed themselves.

"Sir, are you okay?" the woman patted Adji on the cheek.

Then the woman asked the residents who were still at the location to petrify Adji's body into his car. The unconscious Adji was taken to the hospital.

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