
Zifa's feelings grew even worse, as she got closer to her home. "Stop!!!" Instantly, the motor driven by Kemal immediately stopped.
Sraaakkk, the sound of motorcycle tires rubbing against asphalt that has been a lot of peeling, because of the impromptu brakes that Kemal did.
No matter the danger or not, Zifa immediately went down even though Kemal's motorbike had not stopped perfectly, the girl ran towards her house. Her tears have fallen. Well Zifa was very sure those people came to her house. Zifa continued to run even though the distance of her house with a Kemal motorbike stopped quite far, but the tall and thin girl continued to use the rest of her calm to get to her rickety house immediately.
Because of his actions, his neighbors partly looked pityfully at Zifa. Not only did Zifa run, Kemal panicked, he left his bike in front of Zifa's neighbor's house and chose to run also after Zifa.
Zifa's legs were boneless when she saw a yellow flag in front of her house. Though Zifa was still three houses away from her parents' house, but she was able to conclude that the sad news was indeed from her home. But who died? That is what is now in Zifa's mind.
Zara or her mother? Zifa tried to drag her legs with the rest of her calm, tears and tightness in her chest she could not hide anymore. "This is the birthday gift from You, Lord," Zifa cried in her heart, wanting her to make sure of God, cursing fate as if joking with her.
"Zifa who is patient well, you must be strong, you must remain firm." Those are the words of some residents who came to the funeral home. Zifa could not even return the condolences. His lips were stiff and could not be moved.
As soon as it reaches the doorway. "Mother??? What happened to Mom? Why did you die?" inner Zifa with full of solitude, Zifa knew that the body that was stretched stiff in the lid with batik cloth (Jarit) was her mother, because Kak Zara was beside her mother. Although maybe his brother did not know very well what happened to the woman who gave birth to him but the sad face of his brother was very visible.
Collapsed, as if the vast, sturdy sky was collapsing against his body. Zifa's body was limp for a moment fortunately there was Kemal who swiftly caught it, so that Zifa did not fall.
"You're patient well, all this must have a silver lining." Kemal guided Zifa's body as if there were no bones anymore and sat down beside her mother's body which had stiffened.
Slowly Zifa opened the white cloth covering her mother's face. A pale face, with blue lips, indicates that the woman who has given birth has indeed gone home. This is not a dream, this is the gift God prepared for him. Suddenly Zifa's cry broke when she realized that she had been in residence and died by her mother.
"Yahihikkk... Mother why I left Zifa, Mother Zifa could not live alone without the Mother who accompanied Zifa. Especially having to take care of Zara. Zifa could not bear it, "the cry of Zifa hugged her mother's stiff body.
While Zara girl who has a mental retardation disorder or people say Down Syndrome. As if I don't understand what's going on in front of him. Zara is sometimes seen crying, but Zifa is very sure that her brother does not understand very well what is happening in his life at this time.
Kemal who was following Zifa also rubbed Zifa's shoulders, as a sign that he seemed to give strength to Zifa so that the girl who had just celebrated her seventeen-year anniversary was strong, as a sign that she had given Zifa the power to give Zifa so that the girl who had just celebrated her seventeenth birthday was strong, to face the trials that God has placed on his shoulders.
Zifa after sensing that there was a burly hand rubbing her shoulder to give the power to know who did it. Kemal, well the theme is trying to provide strength support, so that Zifa strong through this ordeal.
But this ordeal is open to just losing his mother. Not only was she left dead by the person who gave birth to her. But Zifa also had to take care of her brother who suffered from down syndrome, and also the condition of her brother, Zara is currently pregnant.
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Zifa turned the memory in her head where last night her mother had told her her brother's current condition. "Zifa our family is in a terrible ordeal," you mother, trying to start her torment. Reveal what is in the heart of the mother.
"So you're pregnant."
"Well, how can you? Brother Zara kan.(.Zifa did not continue her words, she glanced at her brother who had been curled up in his mother's lap with his mother's hand next to her because the girl was afraid her mother would leave.
"Mother suspects the mother's son did it." Without being asked, she answered a question that Zifa had not been able to say. He stared at the television screen that featured his mother's favorite talent show. But Zifa knew that mother's mind was not focused on the event that I saw. His tired body was left leaning against the wall that had faded color. Even graffiti from the masterpiece drawings of his elder brother's hands dominated the wall.
"Kok mom can talk like that? Did you see her?" zifa asked, of course there must be strong basic evidence when we suspect something. Fear if wrong guessed so slander.
Mother shook her head weakly, it was a sign that the middle-aged woman did not see the incident. "Mom has never seen her for sure, but several times your sister is lost from the sight of mother. Though usually if mom works, you are always there to follow wherever mom goes. But a few times the mother who is working fokuz lost track of your sister, the search mother did not meet. Because of the work that is still piling up mother also silenced later also Zara will look for mother again. Maybe he was looking at his employer's fish or pet bird. And didn't hear when I called. Sure enough when mom was working on mom's job, your sister came back, but with messy clothes, and perfumes. It happened several times, and always when the people of the house were away. There was only the mother's master's son who was sick at that time, but the mother did not have an ugly mind at that time. Only now does the mother think that your sister's awkwardness at that time seems to have something to do with the boss mother's child, who could have abused your sister, until she became pregnant." Liirih's voice slowly mother told what she had thought.
"What's the name of the boss' mother's son?" zifa asked with an angry heart, but Zifa could do nothing.
"Fuck up" answered the mother. "She was married a long time ago, but has not had children yet. Repeatedly she underwent a tubular baby program, but failed," the mother added.
Zifa did not throw any more questions, her mind was planning something for her brother's justice, but how was it?
"Mother tomorrow will try to ask Den Abas maybe he will admit it and will take responsibility for the condition of your feet" explained the mother, at least he will try to seek justice.
Tonight's chat was over when the clock was ten o'clock in the evening, and the talent show was over from half an hour ago. Actually they used to sleep at nine o'clock considering that mothers have to wake up early and work. Zifa also had to go to school. But because of the important chat that mothers convey they forget the time and only realized after the drowsiness approached them and it was true that the time had shown at ten o'clock at night.
Zifa's branching mind is what makes it so easy to work in school earlier, Zifa's mistake was used to work on it, and Herni's teacher's mother punished him, and Zifa's mistake was used to work on it, until his friends entered carrying a cake and a candle that stuck with the number seventeen candle. But the happiness his friends gave Zifa did not last long.
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Zifa looked back blankly at her mother's body. "What happened to my mother, didn't she leave in good health this morning. Even because there was an intention to meet Abas, the son of his master. Mom looks more excited. Is it possible that Abas killed my mother?" inner Zifa could not take her mother's death for granted.
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