MY HUSBAND IS MENTALLY DISABLED
Chapters.9. Woe
"Sumarno's. Here you receive your share. I gave a name to each map. You can take your share of each of you. In one map contains about 20 certificates. 5 certificates for every 5 acres of tea plantation. And 15 certificates for 15 kapling oil palm plantations" Sugiono said with breath up and down.
"For the boiler chicken farm, there are 20 cages. You can divide it into 4 parts. And for the fish farm, you can share it yourself. I'm sure you can do justice. I leave all the divisions to you Sumarno. As the oldest child, you should be able to take a stand,"
"Yes sir." Reply Sumarno. The man did not focus too much on the division of property that Sugiono did, he was more sad because he thought about the health of his father.
Sugiono's breath is getting heavier. Sumarno's tears were getting louder while whispering something to guide his parents, so that his path to the creator was made easier. It was not long before Sugiono took his breath, and then breathed his last.
Tangis Sumarno, Anisa, and Kusmini broke up. They were still not willing to lose an old man as good as Sugiono.
"Already mas. Instead of being sad useless, we better quickly take care of the body of the father. Let's quickly run the business," said Sukamto
Sumarno wiped his tears. He didn't touch his sister's rude remarks. He did it for the body of his late father. Moreover, Sumarno also understood the temperament of his sisters.
"Buk. You quickly tell the manager of the mosque, if the father is dead. We need the help of the caretaker," said Sumarno.
"Yes Pak'e." Answer Kusmini who immediately got up from his seat.
"Sisa. You bought the necessities for the corpse. Like shrouds, cotton, oil, basically all the needs of the corpse," Sumarno said.
"Yes sir." Replied Nisa who then rushed away to buy the goods as ordered by Sumarno.
"Surani, Sukamto and Sumantri. You guys take care of your father's body here. Remove his clothes before bathing, and cover the body with a long cloth. I will meet the grave digger, and look for the burial ground for the father," Sumarno said as he moved from his seat.
Sumarno left without getting the approval of his brothers. No one knew how sad he was right now. While his sisters looked at each other, when they saw Sumarno's certificate left lying on the floor.
"You must know what I'm thinking right now," said Surani, Sugiono's second child, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes mas. The important thing is to secure the certificate first. Later after father's tahlilan, then we will discuss again," said Sumantri half whispered.
"You can always understand what I think Sumantri. Now quickly take care of the body of the father, the sooner the better," said Surani.
Sugiono's funeral has been held. But the grief left behind was still very much felt for Sumarno. He even forgot about the certificate that his late father had given him.
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Seven days have passed. So for 7 days Sumarno did not sell to the market. Even though the vegetables he planted himself, are very ready to be harvested and marketed. But Sumarno who was still grieving just kept quiet in the room and did nothing.
"Sir. You have to let go of Mbah. Mbah must not like the father dissolved in sadness like this. Remember, the father has been given confidence by the Mbah to maintain tea and palm plantations. The garden must be taken care of sir. Do not disappoint Mbah," said Anisa.
"Ndock. What certificate did your Mbah give you that saved?" ask Sumarno.
"Ndak sir. Wasn't that the father who received his certificate?" ask Anisa.
"Buk'e also not saved. Is it possible that the certificate was issued sir? at that time, we were busy with the body of my father. Or maybe the sideyan brothers who kept it, sir?" ask Kusmini.
"Then just call Surani, Sukamto and Sumantri. Maybe one of them has a certificate," said Anisa.
Sumarno looked to take a deep breath.
"Bad just the same message you guys. If we get nothing, don't be sad. If the 8 certificates were in their hands, it would be difficult for us to get them again" Sumarno seemed to understand what would happen in the future.
"But why sir? that is our right" asked Anisa.
"Sisa. Without that treasure we can seek fortune in other ways. But do not let us fight, just because of the struggle for inheritance. Especially to the point of bloodshed. We're gonna ask them nicely, if they don't want to give it, then it's not forced." Sumarno's reply made Anisa turn the eyeballs lazily.
Anisa knew Sumarno was not a greedy person. His father was not at all crazy about his parents' wealth. He prefers to seek fortune in his way and according to his ability.
"Tomorrow the father will come to all your packages to ask for his certificate" said Sumarno.
"Let Nisa accompany sir," said Anisa.
"No need. You can come by yourself, you just take care of your script. Next month you'll have to go, right?" ask Sumarno.
"My script is done sir. Waiting for the trial in 3 days. Do you pray for Nisa, sir? let's graduate quickly, let's get a job too." Answer Anisa.
"Rather than meeting them directly, why not just on the phone, sir'e. Sorry not buk'e want to offend until sir. But the siblings were irritable and grumpy. Later it is assumed that Pak'e accused them of stealing, whereas pak'e was just his name," said Kusmini.
"So be safe, and prevent unwanted things better just call Pak'e. This is for the safety of the sampeyan," continued Kusmini.
"Buk'e right sir. If you don't want me to come, yes you better call" said Anisa.
"Yes if you want that. Then let's call her tonight. Now we better go to pick vegetables, from tomorrow we will start selling again," said Sumarno who was greeted enthusiastically by Kusmini and Anisa.
They go to the field, activities that they have not done almost during the week. While in a different place, Suban was suddenly rushed to the hospital, because of tightness. Indeed lately Suban often experience coughing and tightness. Doctors diagnosed Suban exposed to the lungs and had to undergo treatment for 6 months on a regular basis. Instead of being sad to hear the news, Abian was very happy and hoped Suban would soon meet his death.