Om Pamungkas
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A week passed, Ratih still did not dare to talk about the two who sent messages to him.

Her husband also looks busy because of many activities, so the plan to Sarangan was still not implemented.

Opening his eyes, he arrived,

he glanced at the clock,

half eleven nights.

He saw Ratih who was sound next to him, in his elus several times his wife's head, in order to expel his unrest.

After that he got up, breathing heavily.

He dreamed, his late mother came and sat in the living room of his house.

Strangely in his dream his mother looks so young, wearing a striped jacket and smiling, while nodding slowly at Pamungkas.

Walk out of the room,

take out his cigarette and sit in the living room.

Just then he burned his cigarette, the sound of the door of the room that was closed was open.

Ratih also woke up,

" I thought about where.." The woman was sitting next to her husband.

" Where can I go?" He asked back, looking glum.

" I dream mother." he said then slowly, with eyes staring at the sky of the house.

" The late Mbah uti?" Ratih asserted,

Finally nodded,

" when mom never came here. Why can ya? did you ask to go to the grave." her voice half muttered.

Ratih was silent, he looked confused and doubtful,

" Mom's wearing a striped jacket, dad's jacket first..

if you don't come home for days, you always wear that jacket, want to sleep, shop, take me to school.." Again the ultimate voice in bitter.

" I used to know what love was, like,

Now I know, what mom does is there's a part of love,

even though dad stepped on it, grabbed it, clung to it, mom forgave it anyway.."

" Love does not hurt the loved ones." said Ratih,

" it's obvious my father doesn't love me then.." He looked at Ratih.

" If I do, just kill me..

or if you can't kill me, make my life miserable." continued Endungkas looked at his wife seriously.

" Don't do that, bad memories should make you more careful, right..?" Patih rested her head on her husband's arm.

" Is that not a sign? If you want me to throw away all the anger in the past?" said Ratih slowly, and heart of heart.

Shut up, he didn't answer.

" Mad.. Said that om..

dad was just waiting for the arrival of the mas..

he begged his sister to find a mas and bring a mas there..

Maybe, there are things that she wants to tell the mas for the last time.." continued Ratih, but her husband remained silent while smoking his cigarette.

Seeing that her husband was just silent, Ratih began to be afraid to continue, she said.

but..

in my opinion..

mas dream about Mbah uti. is a sign that the mas let go of the past.." Train more carefully.

Finally still did not answer, but soon he turned off his cigarette in the ashtray,

then embrace his wife,

" Mom is no longer my wife..

he found father,

a good man who is responsible and loves his mother very much..

it's not worth comparing with my real father..

I guess it was just a dream of origin because my mind was not careless." said Pamungkas, he still dodged even though his heart was restless.

" We are not talking about love, and which is better between father mas and mbah kung.." refutes Ratih finely,

" then?" He took off his embrace and leaned his back on the sofa.

" Force or not is up to you, but don't continue to keep the pain.." Ratih held her husband's fingers.

" In the drawer of the gold cabinet, there is paper..

It was from om mas..

It is an address..

I as a wife only give input, all decisions remain mas who have the right to take it..

I'd appreciate it if you haven't been able to accept it yet..",

Hearing that he looked at his wife.

After walking for about five minutes, he stopped right in front of two tombs.

The man sits next to the graves of his stepfather and his biological mother.

He sprinkled flowers that he deliberately brought, and sent prayers.

How unfortunately he was to his stepfather, his affection was really irreplaceable for the ultimate.

If only, the two were still there, he could show with pride how happy he was to have Ratih now.

" father.. Mother.." her voice shriveled while stroking her second tombstone.

" I kudu yok opo (i have to how ) sir.. Ms..?" the man was down for a long time, I don't know what he was thinking.

It was obvious that he was sitting beside the tombstone while bowed for quite a while. Some passersby did not even dare to say excuse me for sitting down.

I don't know, where the bad taste again arises,

The pain of his past urged urgency.

Gripped his memories so that all the pain felt fresh.

" Ora ole (cannot) cry deck (in) the grave mas. "one reminds Pamungkas, so that the man stared at the figure who was standing not far from it.

Apparently the son of the tomb keeper, his age is far below Pamungkas.

" I don't cry" replied Pamungkas throwing his gaze to the ground.

" Wailing is also not allowed..",

Hearing that, he sighed and then got up.