MY FORMER DARK LOVER
Jehan's Parents' Anger

Anxiety that whack, can finally subside when there are guests Jihan's parents. I have not had time to knock on the door, I have opened first when there is the sound of a motorbike engine right stopped in front of the house.

"Please, Sir, Mom!" my brooms kiss their back hands.

"Just as well, son!" welcome them friendly.

"Where, Jihan? Is she okay?" I can't wait for Mr. Jihan to know.

"Jihan is inside. Let's go in first!" tell me.

"Yes, thank you."

"What's this, son? What's wrong with Jihan, until you call this suddenly like us," said Jihan's worried mother.

"Later I'll tell you, but sit down first, or you want to see the situation now, because he was so screwed up earlier but is now resting from crying fatigue," I explained.

"crying? What do you mean you're talking about?" His father was getting impatient again.

"Later we will hear his explanation. Now let's just look at the state of our child," The mother could not bear to see her child.

"Good .. good, Mom!" Husband is now.

"Let's take me!" said he wanted to accompany them.

"Yes, Satria's son."

The door was already open revealing a weak woman sleeping soundly, with her eyes already swollen and her face in disarray.

"Astagfitullah's. What happened to our son, sir!" Jihan's mother was sobbing in her husband's arms.

"We better go out first, afraid that it will disturb Jihan who has rested quietly, for hearing this cry of yours. Go, Mom!" take him to his wife.

"Yes, sir."

The two of them had already come out, with their faces bent so sad. The wife is still in the arms of the husband does not want to miss. The three of us sat in the living room. The worried look on their faces was so evident within them.

"Why is Jihan so messed up, plus her face is a little bruised!" ask Mr. Jihan.

"Yes, Satria boy. Tell us what really happened to our son" Jihan's mother was impatient.

"It's all about Bayu's mas."

"Huh, what are you saying? What happened to Bayu? How come to make Jihan so."

"Mas Bayu has been rude to Jihan."

"Her cook, Satria? As far as we know Bayu is very nice and treats our child well," said Ms. Jihan did not believe.

"Yes, Mom. Why am I lying, and nothing for me."

"Ok, we'll believe you, but please tell me in more detail what it is."

"All right, sir."

"Astagfitullah, have we been wrong to give a soul mate to our child, Mom?" Ask husband to wife.

"Yes, Sir. Why is our son battered and tormented like this? Why, all this time I didn't want to tell us. Why ... why?" The mother's cry broke unstoppably again.

As soon as haru, watching two young men crying hugging each other.

Letter from the doctor when the torture wearing the belt, I did not escape to show them also. So furious Mr. Jihan, answering the wife's question to the extent that like people are yelling.

Fortunately there was me who could relieve his anger, otherwise the emotions that burst would end up not good for his wife.

"What's this?" Jihan's voice had woken up to our position.

Jihan's face looked frightened but was overwhelmed with joy, when she knew her parents were here.

Without ba bi bu the woman who had been caring from childhood, directly hit her child's body to be hugged, but Jihan's body turned slumped, to prostrate under the soles of the feet of the heavenly lamp of her life.

"I'm sorry .. I'm sorry Jihan, Mom!" Another burst of crying happened to Jihan.

"Don't say that, son. Why you should apologize. Stand up, now!" ask her.

Jihan is still in the same position, even the head continues to be held by signs not willing to obey the words of the beloved mother.

"You don't do this, son. Why are you apologizing to us, we should be the ones apologizing to you, for letting all the suffering happen to you" Mr. Jihan had wiped the tears of his son who was rushing down his cheeks.

"Yes, Son. We should apologize to you, "The three of them have bowed their knees together in alignment on the floor.

"No sir, Ma'am. Jihan has been making things too difficult for you guys. Jihan knew herself, as a child never made you happy."

"You always make us happy, just smiling is enough for us."

"But, Jihan this time has really disappointed you, because it can not bring the household in happiness. All shattered into pieces, when Jihan could not keep the Bayu mas well!" Jihan continues to blame herself.

"Have ... already, son. You're not wrong here. The wrong shadow here. He had the heart to waste our kind and meek daughter. Don't be sad anymore, we'll help and defend you until the end" The mother kept trying to calm Jihan down.

"What your mother said is right. Bayu is really a brash guy, and can no longer be relied on to look after you. He's gone too far this time. Do not challenge us from poor families, so as to oppress you. You will intervene to defend yourself, so do not be afraid and sad again."

Even though you are relieved and happy, when there is a good decision from parents to defend their children. A sight that makes you touched, when a good little family is now both completing the sadness by crying to each other.

It felt a little calm to Jihan. His parents tried to lead him to a seat. Truly a face that changed dramatically instantly. Her ay's face was now covered by puffy eyes, with reddened eyes and nose. Very chaotic but still shows the elegance of a girl who was hit by a big problem.

"I'm sorry, Jihan. Because you brought both of your parents here!" my words are not good.

"I should be the one to thank you, because without your help I may have been overwhelmed by confusion, and not know what steps to take. Thank you, Satria!" Jihan had already thrown a forced smile to look fine.

"Yes, equally. Muslims must help each other, especially now you really need help.

"Yes, Satria boy. We thank you too."

"Yes, sir."

The curse began to fall from the mouth of Mr. Jihan. Maybe this will be the end of everything, from their household. What I'm doing is hopefully really helping Jihan from the red zone. Torture that continues to be done, starting to look will end just waiting for the decision of Jihan to release Mas Bayu what not.