Om Pamungkas
your Father Grace
" You better go." Finally do not want to talk about anything, let alone hear the name called.
His heartache is ingrained, until death can not be lost.
If for others, the figure of the father is protective, the,
For him, his father was a criminal.
A ruthless criminal who ruined her mother's life, also ruined her childhood.
Memories of bad memories that will never be lost despite being replaced by a new family,
bitter words and bad treatment were still lingering in his mind until this adult.
Wounds that he really cannot heal.
" I do not know the name Grace." a voice so firm that it caused fear in the two men before him.
" A. sek sek.. Rungoknoo. (wait wait. listen.)" Adi finally spoke, though,
" I don't want to listen to anything?!" answer me with a high tone.
" Go! I have nothing to do with the man who abandoned me and my mother!!" The ultimate voice was louder, making Ana and Ratih rush to the living room to look.
" Give us a chance to talk.after that we'll go, son." said the older guest.
" We want to convey your father's message." added the man.
The only thing whose heart is filled with hatred cannot hear it.
He chose to walk away violently, no matter what Adi stood beside him.
" Daddy?" Ratih followed the quick steps of her husband who walked up the stairs.
" Don't follow me!" he knew his wife was following him.
With a rude gesture he opened the door of his old room and entered.
Train stunned,
Yesterday she saw the anger of her husband,
but today it seems that the anger is bigger.
" What is this, pa?" Patih sat next to his father.
" You're his wife, son?" the older guest looked at Ratih,
" Yes, if you may know.. You..?" Practice doubt, though,
" The ultimate omnya, the younger brother of his biological father." replied the man hoping to get a good reception from Ratih.
" Oh." That's all that can come out of Ratih's mouth, he was confused how to behave.
" Help us, son..?" pinta the man who introduced himself as om Pamungkas.
" What would you do, sir?" Train clumsy, clumsy,
" oom, son.. Call us om, my name is Rustam, and this is my brother Ruslan.." the man introduced his name.
" lh.. Glad we heard the call from you, son." Ruslan said with a thick dialect of south sulawesi.
" We came here with the intention of begging your husband,
to come to the village to see his father." explained Rustam,
" Him?"
" He's very sick, son, he hasn't been able to walk for years..
we were wondering why this month he kept asking us to find his son in Java,
He cried every night, wailing..
he said he wouldn't calm down before he could get a pardon from his son." explained Rustam with glassy eyes.
While Ratih, he looked at his papa, his expression full of confusion.
Seeing the anger of her husband, there was no way she would dare to talk about this.
So he felt it was useless for these two people to ask for his help.
" Just listen to Ratih.they are far away to come here.at least represent your husband to listen.." between Adi gave advice to his daughter, as if to read the confusion of Ratih.
" Help us, son..? our brother is guilty of your husband..
but he's still our brother's flesh and blood..??".
Ruslan handed a paper to Ratih,
" that's our home address, if at any time your husband changes his mind..
with that you will arrive easily, because our house is a little difficult to reach." said Rustam, said,
Train nodded and accepted it.
" Please also tell your husband, with his arrival..
maybe it will ease our brother's return..
please, son..
we are really asking, though,
persuade your husband to come, son??"
The two men begged earnestly, there was only sadness on their faces.
" I will. I will tell you, but I do not promise my husband will come." said Ratih heart.
"It's okay, son. in just say kmi already thank you.." both of them smiled with relief, smiling,
" But..is his condition right?" Ratih did not dare to continue his question, however,
Rustam nodded, though,
" it seems, he is just waiting for your husband to come." he made Ratih look at his father at a glance, then bowed doubtfully.