Om Pamungkas
loved your mother

The man in the old ash-grey shirt walked down a rocky path,

after a few minutes of walking and ducking down to avoid the twigs of trees that were quite tight, he began to hear the sound of water flow that was quite tempting his ears, curiosity increasingly pushed him closer.

After passing through a tree that is quite shady and dense, then it looks a river that is quite clear.

the width of the river is about three meters, not too deep, but the flow of water is quite swift.

Many large rocks in the middle of the river, there are also stone stones that seem to be deliberately piled up like a tower, maybe it is the work of children or teenagers.

He finally stepped through the water, jumping from stone to stone until he reached the middle of the river and he sat on one of the stones big enough to sit on.

" Mommy must have been here before." he said in his heart while looking at the sky framed by branches full of leaves.

At last review a bitter smile at a glance,

a place as beautiful and tranquil as this should give her quite good memories,

But because of his father, a place as beautiful as anything becomes not so beautiful for him.

Long finally sat and pondered, and an hour later came the sound of some people approaching, and,

Apparently some mothers passed by, they were carrying garden tools, they were staring at Pamungkas strangely, probably because his face was foreign to them.

After the mother passed by, another man and a son passed by.

Their steps halted at the riverbank and looked at the sitting Pamungkas.

" You're Grace's son?" the voice of the old man spread the dreamy look.

He turned his head, but there was no nod in his head.

" You must be the son of Rahmat in Java?",

Again the old man asked, but did not answer.

" I know your mother" said the man, making his eyes immediately show interest.

" You know my mother?" Finally opening his mouth, his voice pierced through the sound of water.

" Of course, she's a gentle and beautiful woman.Don't you also come here when you were a child, did you forget?" the man made Pamungkas rise from the big rock, and walk closer to the river bank.

Ratih is busy helping Aunt Rapuni cook,

Ratih pay attention to how to make chalk seriously, he even tried several times but the results were too liquid.

" It's okay, son, the name is just learning." said Rusdi who had just entered the kitchen.

" oh om, is my husband home?" ask me, because it's lunch time.

" Nothing in the house I see, son, where's your husband?"

" want to walk to the river for a while?"

" ah let it be.. Maybe he was watching people working in the garden." said Rusdi,

" but is it time for lunch?"

" your husband is not a son, there's no way he's lost, and he's sure to come home hungry,"

Hearing that Ratih was silent, it was true that his omnya said, but still.. In this strange place, she was always worried about her husband.

" Thank you for lunch sir." said Pamungkas intend to resign.

" no side dishes nothing, no need to thank," said the old man smiling.

" still, the dried fish and vegetables are delicious sweet potatoes.."

" because I want to make chalk you can't eat either." the old man laughed.

Finally nodded and smiled.

" Don't forget my message, son?"

Hearing that the face of Pamungkas suddenly wrinkled back.

" He loved your mother despite his bad attitude.. He didn't even remarry after being here.."

And finally still silent, while sitting in the house of the old man he met on the river bank earlier,

He heard a lot of stories about his father and mother, this old man named Munar knows because he was his father's drinking and gambling friend when it was easy and lived in the village.

" It's just a trick that is thrown at people around to make him look good" said Pamungkas still do not accept.

" He was raised in a bad way, no one taught him to vent his feelings properly,

Your father was raised rudely, though,

That's why he grew up so rough anyway,

Plus he went into the military..

Silence did not answer, but her eyes began to turn red.

Ratih who was sitting on the terrace got up when he saw the figure of her husband from a distance,

She wanted to catch up, but her intention was to catch a bad look on her husband's face.

" Let's eat some mas?" Ratih touched the arm of her husband who walked past her just like that.

" I've eaten, you eat immediately." said Pamungkas directly into the room.

Ratih pecked for a moment in front of the door of the room, although at a glance he knew there were tears that could be held to not go down.

And sure enough, after Ratih entered, she found her husband who was closing his eyes while sitting leaning against the wall.

There were tears melting in the corner of those closed eyes.

" Where the hell is mas..??" tanya Ratih approached and stroked her husband's cheek, somehow there was pain that infiltrated her heart to see her husband like that.

" Where are you who are usually strong and strong..?",

Hearing that she finally opened her eyes, she looked at Ratih sayu.

" I met the boy's friend." Endungkas' voice shrieked,

" his childhood friend, his youth, his,

His friend while drunk and gambling.."

" then? Was I disappointed to hear all the ugliness of my father.."

" no.." finally shook his head slowly, his tears fell back a drop.

" Why is it like this??" Train confused, though,

" because I was disappointed with what I heard..

I was disappointed not to hear the bad, though,

I'm disappointed..

Because what I heard was something that could make my hatred waver..",

Ratih was stunned for a moment, she still did not understand what her husband had actually heard.

" What have you heard from that guy???" tanya Ratih sat on the ceramic floor, next to her husband.

" The time he said the man loved the mother." The ultimate voice trembled, I don't know what feeling he could stand when he said that.

" Lied, isn't that Rat? I don't think love is that.."

Ratih was silent, he was really unable to answer, he was really unable to answer,

" if he loves mom.. Which might end up like this.. Isn't it Rat..??" again Ratih was unable to answer, he dropped himself to the end and in the embrace of her husband.

" That's it.. Don't think too much." said Ratih wanted her husband to calm down.

" Where might not I think.. The worst man is him, he,

Why would anyone else say he loves you, not that painful nonsense..!"

Ratih was silent, she could only feel the roar in her husband's chest along with a shaky shoulder.

Ahhe.. The final tears have been coming down since here,

Every minute is like a sickle for her, like,

His heart was completely unacceptable, and it always tormented him.

Ratih let out a long sigh, calmed herself down in order to be able to control her husband.

" Tell me now, why would that person come to such a conclusion?" ask Ratih quietly and heart.

Finally did not immediately answer, he long enough to hold back his feelings so as not to be turbulent and ended up making his wife nervous.

" The man.."

" your father is your father.."

" yes, the man, he told her about all his disappointments to his friend,

he said he regretted dumping his mother and me, he even got drunk and fought almost every day..

and he's getting mad when he finds out you're getting married again, the less it's gonna get.."

" can't that already be read mas..?"

" i thought he married that woman of his affair and lived happily, wasn't that his purpose was to dump the mother..?" The coach began to be confused.

" In fact he lived alone until old age..".