Rangga's Beloved Wife
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"Adul," Laras spoke loudly when Adul spoke of them.

Laras not once twice gave the understanding that she was not a widow. But somehow this time his patience runs out asking for understanding on his friend. The woman chose to go inside leaving Adul who was on the porch of her house.

"Ras, you don't keep going like this. Torturing yourself to wait for Rangga. Until now he had no news, right. I'm sure Rangga is dead. Wasn't it when the accident he was terrible. There's no way he's alive."

Bagas woke up hearing a high voice from outside. Slowly he saw Adule asking Laras to accept him. Bagas went straight back to the room, just now he saw his mother crying. Was it his Adu that made his mother cry? Bagas guessed directly concluded.

"The word that someone likes to make people cry means he's evil. O evil Adul has made my people cry."

Bagas quickly searched for the bundle. It looks like Laras is cleaning rice to cook. The boy immediately hugged his waist.

"Mother Bagas promise will not make mother cry. If Bagas bandit mom is angry it's okay. Just don't cry." he whispered.

The barrel squatted parallel to Bagas. Hands stroking the head of his son's plontos. Not how much a sweet kiss for his son landed on his forehead.

"Mother is not crying, son. Mommy was just flickering the dust earlier." he said.

"here, Bun. Bagas. Yusuf said that the eyes must be blown so as not to sting." Bagas story.

"Yusuf who?"

"My classmate she moved from Japan, mother. The guy's smart, well, if Joseph's the same he likes sharing food."

"Well, you want to know Bagas' friend. Must be a handsome guy."

"What's that handsome, mother?"

Laras smiled at his son's question. The barrel drove Bagas to sit on his lap. "That handsome means that his face is good."

"Bagas, isn't your mother's handsome?"

"Big, dong. Mother's child is not only a good face, but smart and obedient mother."

"So if Bagas does not massage with mother means not handsome ya."

"Yes," Laras replied with a chuckle.

"Mother Bagas may ask?"

"Please, son."

"If Bagas' father is dead, when do we come to see his grave? Bagas wanted to see Father's grave so that Bagas could pray for Father to be calm there. Teacher once said that Bagas' father who died would go to heaven. So, are you already in heaven?" ask Bagas to his mother.

"Dad will be happy when Bagas prayed it during Bagas Salat. Know, Son, even though Father is not near us, but he is always in the heart of Mother and Bagas. Why is Bagas asking Dad now? Did anyone make fun of you?"

Bagas seemed to shake his head, "Bagas wants to like other friends. I have a dad who always takes me to school. Bagas also wants there to be a father who can take Bagas for a walk. Bagas also kangen kayak other people who carry his son on the neck of his father," Bagas story with sad.

Baras smiled "Kan mama can also. You carry it up, come on! mother can do it. Shuttle Bagas, it's also mother can. But now the work of the mother again a lot, so Bagas must be patient, yes. Patient people in love .."

"Honey mother," said Bagas while showing off his toothless tooth.

"Mother, Bagas hungry?"

"loh, it was fitting to walk the same bude doctor did not eat"

"Eat the mother but the bagas still hungry."

"What do you want?"

"You must use chocolate martabak."

Baras opened his car to order a chocolate martabak. After finishing ordering Laras and Bagas sit around in front of the television. While watching Bagas' favorite cartoons via DVD. Not how long Bagas had fallen asleep while his martab had not arrived.

Arrived when Laras laid Bagas on his bed. His hand caressed the boy's thin hair. In the face of the son only wayangnya. There was a heavy tone supported in his mind.

The sound of the dawn adhan rumbles, Laras wakes up to take ablution, he had wanted to wake Bagas. It was a pity to disturb the calmness of his son. Barrel opened the window of his room felt the wind blowing very gently, breaking through the sidelines of his home window. The barrel breathes the cool of the dawn air.

There was a loud noise above the roof. The sounds of meowing, screams, and shrillness echoed. The story of chasing each other on the tile is no stranger to his ears. Even at home his parents were like that.

Finished prayers, Baras wakes Bagas for dawn prayers. The eyes squirm armpits to see that the mother is already wearing mukena. Realizing too late to the mosque Bagas was finally taking ablution. Usually on Sundays, Bagas attended the dawn school held by the local mosque.

But because it was bad luck, Bagas also only read iqra at home. After the sky began to light, Bagas also took a bath because his mother would take him somewhere.

"Where are we going, mother?" tanya Bagas when her parents wear long shirts and pocketed trousers.

"We're going for a walk, gas. It's sunday, it's a holiday. Mommy wants to take the time to Bagas."

"By, Mother. Thanks."

"Together, baby." Barrels pinching cheeks bakpao Bagas.

Laras and Bagas left his contract for sightseeing. They enter the grab to drive where the destination will be taken. Bagas looks happy when he sees the multi-storey buildings. Although still within the scope of Jakarta, he is very rarely invited to travel like this.

The car stopped in a large area. Bagas is confused to see many colorful aids lined up neatly on the green grass. His hands clasped tightly towards the waist of the mother.

"Where is mom?"

"It's a burial place." Laras explained.

"Pad's grave, huh?"

Laras shook his head"No. I'll introduce you to Bagas."

They stopped at a dark green headstone. Laras instructed Bagas to crouch down just like him. Laras looked at the gravestone that read "GLADYS SUWANDHI" sprinkling flowers over Oma's tomb.

"How are you, Oma? sorry, Laras can look at Oma now. A lot of things happened between us. Laras apologizes if there is an attitude that Oma does not like during life. Laras also apologized for not being able to take good care of Rangga mas.

Oma introduced this great-grandson of Oma his name is Bagas. Bagas salute the poyang."

"Assalamualaikum, rocking. It's me Bagas, mother's son and father. Poyang take it easy, I will be a protector for mother. Poyang, if you see me in heaven, say hello from Bagas."

After the discovery of the tomb of Oma Gladys. Laras left the tomb. Bagas also paid his respects to his temple.

"Where are we going, mother?"

"How about we go to Dufan? wanna?"

"You mother... want to! yee... Bagas to Dufan."

A car stopped at the cemetery. A man with a tall strapping body got out of the car. The way his clothes are not just anyone. His gaze was straight with his sunglasses. One of the men followed her into the funeral.

"That, den. The grave of Oma Gladys." The man walked towards the tomb. His body was in squatting staring at the dark green gravestone.

Before he did the distribution, his net was to focus on the sprinkling of flowers that looked new.

"Jaka?" saith.

"Yes, den." Jaka immediately approached his master.

"Try asking who was in Oma's tomb."

"Good, Den." Jaka left the grave area to carry out his master's orders.

It wasn't until five minutes that he came with information.

"So there's a young woman and a little boy coming here, Den. Her stature is wearing a robe and hijab."

Could it be Baras. Inwardly