Om Pamungkas
Rigid ones

" your?! can you be like this?! for your sake I'm willing my relationship with Ratih to be ruined! but what are you doing?!

you're a nutcase!" the shoulder-haired woman pulled Arga's arm,

the man was already seen drunk, beside him stood a woman who had accompanied him for several hours singing.

" It seems like the second round failed.I first yes mas.." the woman's saying passed just like that, before she was slapped or in the claws.

" Are you here??" tanya Arga walked in on the goopoh, and,

behind him were two friends.

" You're Arga's friends? not preventing them from coming?! how the hell?!" the woman protested to two of Arga's friends.

" You're not my wife, so don't be fussy." muttered Arga walking towards the parking lot.

" Oh, after being satisfied playing with me you're saying that now?! do you think I'll just shut up?!"

" Silence you Tias! it's noisy!" firmly Arga, but the woman named tias still follow him.

" I took any risk to be with you, I'm really disappointed in your behavior!

karaoke doesn't matter, but stop getting drunk and call the girl!"

" why? what if you are disappointed?

want to leave me like Ratih?

already, go there, go all!!" snapped Arga made everyone in the parking lot look at her.

" If you love me. You have to accept me for who I am, you understand me?" continued Arga with a slightly lowered tone.

Finally woke up to hear the voice of Ratih that is not clear, and,

I don't know what he said, his eyes were closed.

" Thirsty?" ask the manager to come closer, though,

but Ratih did not say, the woman continued to speak indistinctly.

" Ratih.. are you thirsty?" Closer, hoping that his nephew would answer.

But how surprised he saw the details of clear grains that just slide on the pillow,

ratih's eyes were closed, but those tears were still gushing nonstop.

Finally dumbfounded, he pegged for a few seconds, he,

he did not expect that in his sick condition, Ratih still remembered his injury,

or it was precisely the wound in his heart that caused the condition of his body to become like this.

Finally get up, pick up the tissue and remove the wet eye.

My heart is sick..

although actually the two have no blood relation, but his heart was also slashed to see Ratih slumped like this.

When his hands were busy washing Ratih's face, his hands were pulled by Ratih.

" What do you feel? you thirsty??" ask her to bring her face closer.

" Oh.om Pam.." muttered Ratih,

" yes. om here, om will take care of you. will not go anywhere.." replied Pamungkas stroked Ratih's hair, like an older person to someone younger.

" Cold om. Ratih's head is also dizzy." he said with tears flowing through the corner of his eyes.

Finally clenched his lips together, holding back the feelings that erupted in his heart, I don't know what that feeling was. He clearly felt unable to do anything to erase the sadness felt by his nephew.

Suddenly the shadow of his mother appeared, the shadow of his childhood filled with the tears of his mother.

Mother who every night hid her tears,

the mother who will only cry when she has closed her eyes.

But Pamungkas only closed his eyes quickly, so that his mother could immediately rest, not because Pamungkas was already sound asleep.

From behind the walls of the small dormitory house, he heard a sobbing that was often held, his mother occasionally complained while saying the name of God, then said, saying,

" Pity my son. pity my son.."

obviously, his mother was talking to herself, because her father often did not come home.

" Le. sing diligin school yo le. kudu dadi wong success.but lek wes dadi wong success gaby sak kadir e dewe..

dear kudu, I have to take responsibility for your bojom son. promised karo ibuk yo le..? (kid.. a diligent school yes son. must be a successful person. but if you have become a successful person should not be arbitrary..

must be dear, must be responsible to your wife's child. Promise to mother yes son.??)" it was a word that his mother would often say when the last time she was going to school.

At that time he just nodded, but his heart was raging,

why my father never accompanied me to breakfast, why did he never take me to school like other children, questions like that often arise in the mind of the ultimate when starting to step on the sixth grade of elementary school.

Even once, he was humiliated by his friends, precisely when he had stepped on junior high school,

because everyone already knew that his father had not come home for years, he was often ridiculed that he did not have a father.

Several times he was hit, because his friends knew, at the punch Pamungkas would not dare to retaliate, and no one would come to school because he did not have a father who would defend.

He lowered his head, hiding his eyes that were starting to turn red.

" Thank God, the strong one..

don't keep lamenting what happened to you..

there are many women out there who suffer more..

therefore, be grateful Ratih.." said Pamungkas slowly after he had begun to calm down.

While Ratih, not the more calm, he even more vulnerable to hearing the word, said Pamungkas,

the woman was crying.

Like there was nothing else he could stand, he cried as hard as he hugged Pamungkas who was close to him.