My Brother
To the Father's house

"Mama didn't come home, I haven't come home, Om Syah has returned, Aunt is still in Hong Kong! Go to the other Mama's sister's place, worried about nicotine! Going to the house of my sister is also impossible! Where's it going?" Ibn almighty murmured as he lay himself looking up at the sky - the sky of his room.

"I'm going to your house!" Ibnu went from his bed to the bathroom located at the back of his house. Clean yourself and change clothes.

"Where are you going, Mas?" Faika asked who saw Ibn carrying his backpack.

"You go to my father's house, maybe there I have a friend!" Then they split up.

Motor butut Uncle Shah in use Ibnu to the house of the Father. No more than ten minutes, Ibn had arrived at the house of the Father. There was a daughter of her old wife there. Halimah.

"Assynnya!" Ibnu said when he came to the door of the house.

"Greetings waalaikum!" Sahut the occupant of the house while opening the door made of wood carving.

"Hey, Ibn!" Halima welcomed Ibnu with pleasure. "Come, In!" Further.

Not only that, Halimah invited Ibn to eat together. Then Halimah cleaned the empty room that was never occupied. "Sleep here!" Pintanya and Ibnu assented.

After arranging his clothes, Ibn approached Halimah who was folding clothes. "Mr Yu, are you coming home?" Ask.

"Mr hasn't come home yet, Dek! If there is money, you must go home even if only briefly here. After your brother gets the antiques, you will return to the city of P with the goods to be sold there!" Evidently.

Mr. Salim's son from his old wife was six. Two women and the rest men. Mr. Salim's children did not receive higher education so they did not have regular jobs or promising wages.

Halimah's eldest son, Pak Salim's second son - a boy named Rip. A third child, named Zumroh, died when he was a teenager. The fourth child was named Romli. He was looking for used goods then sold to support his wife and children. Suudi Pak Salim's fifth son. He helped Mr. Salim trade Antiques. While the Bungsu son of Pak Salim named Firdaus migrated to Jakarta to work in Madurese Warung Sate. His wages were so great that when Hari Raya came, He came home with many hands for his brothers.

"Stay here with me!" Bring Halimah.

"All right!" Ibnu was pleased.

"If you want to go to your sister's house, go!" Halimah. Then Ibn went to the house located not far from the house of his father, the house of Suudi.

Suudi was not at home. He was looking for antiques to the villages. There is only his wife. "Let's eat!" Take Amina to Ibn.

"I'm sorry, I just ate at Dad's!" Push it down gently.

"Oh, it's okay!" Amina Sahut.

"Come here and sleep here if your mother is across the country!" Amina started the conversation. "As long as you live a simple life with us. Your father is not unfair. He never distinguished his son. If your Father comes with money, then Ma'am Imah will cook a lot and share with your brother who is here!. Your father also left a little money for your brother's capital to buy antiques. If the goods are already there, your brother contacted you so that the goods are brought to the city of P to be sold at a more expensive price. Ibn nodded listening to a little story about the Father.

After a long conversation, Ibn returned to his father's house. "Rest in the room!" Halimah.

Ibn entered the room and lay on a bed that was enough for only one person. It is quite difficult to close your eyes in such a hot day. Eventually, Ibn fell asleep.

"Gluck! Wait!" Ibnu running around on the beach chasing Indah. While the girl he called was getting further away from him.

It just so happened that there was a betel tree growing next to a hut by the beach. Ibnu took one leaf of betel leaf and rolled small, like a cigarette and put it into the nostrils Beautiful nosebleed.

Ibn pat Indah's cheeks slowly trying to resuscitate her "Adek...... Grandpa...... Grandpa!"

Halima, who heard Ibn's cry, approached and woke her up. Ibn slowly opened his eyes. He saw Beautiful beside him. "Grandfather!" Her speech.

"I'm Halimah, not Beautiful!" Sahut Halima.

Ibnu rubbed his eyes and saw clearly that the one sitting woke him up was indeed Halimah, not Beautiful. The face of Halimah and Beautiful is almost the same. However, because of the age difference, it makes them different. "I - I'm sorry, I think it's beautiful!"

"Do you often meet Beautiful?" Ask Halimah.

"Yes, but maybe he doesn't know we're brothers yet!" Ibnu's Story.

"Oooooo!" Halimah rounded her lips.

"Yes, let him know for a moment. I don't know in what way!" Further.

"He never responded when he met the kids here!" Halimah looks sad. Actually he really misses his little sister, which is Beautiful.

That afternoon they sat back and told me many things.

Ibnu had dinner at Suudi's house. She had also been home since this afternoon but Amina had not told Ibnu's arrival because she saw her husband was exhausted. The brothers ate without a sound. Just a clash of plates and spoons accompanied their dinner. Indeed, the distance of their homes is not too far, but circumstances that do not allow them to always be together.

The night Ibn spent talking with his brothers and sisters. The age of Mr. Salim who is not young anymore when married to Ms. Ifa makes the age of his children and grandchildren not much different. Like Ibnu with his cousin's son. Heri was two years under him, but he had to call Ibn Om because his mother was Ibn's cousin.

Herr one school with a beautiful. But because of the ignorance of Beautiful, Heri still called the name Beautiful without the title of Aunt. Beautiful just considers Heri a schoolmate.

At exactly twelve o'clock, they returned to their homes to rest. In his father's place, Ibn slept quietly no need to be lonely because many brothers and nephews there.

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