Regrets of Husband and In-Law
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"You must be strong, you will support your decision" said Mr. when we went to the trial.

Mom didn't come with a headache, only me and Dad left.

Arriving there I did not see Mas Rangga indeed I forbid coming so that the process is smooth, this last trial call is the least bit no sadness in this heart may have lost the love and patience waiting for Rangga mas love me.

"The final judgment has already declared that you are divorced, what steps will you take?" Ask the father as we boarded the city.

"Arsila is still working sir, in the factory and another one I want to take Father and Mother, we are in the city?" Take me

He looked at me astonished, "You know, besides you'd rather live in the village than in the city." Her speech.

"Sir, Arsila please come with me, I already have my own house so you and mom have to come along." Force me.

"If you are the same father your mother in the city and then the same Fadil who takes care of it?"

"I've told lek prapto that he takes care of it, so there's not much reason to refuse."

"Is this what it wants?"

I just nodded and smiled I wanted to make my parents happy, this is the time I made her happy by buying a house and a car.

"Sir, we eat first yes, Arsila's stomach is already on the demo."

I just smiled nodding.

"Sir, we stop in front huh?"

"You're having lunch, Neng." Answer the driver.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, I happen to eat too."

Since there are only three of us in the car, we also eat at the Padang rice stall. The three of us went inside and I chose to sit in the corner.

"Sir, we're eating there" pointed me towards the empty bench. Just sit down and sit down.

"What do you want to order, let Arsila order you all."

"Then."

"Sama rendang, and lalapan cassava leaves want?" My bargain.

I just want to give up on what I ordered.

"Sir, just shut up, what's going on?" I asked him because since he came home from the court office he had been quiet.

Our conversation fell silent as the waiter brought our order.

"Don't answer me, sir, we'll eat."

I looked at the face of the father who began to wrinkle he ate so greedily did you never eat well? Yes, we rarely eat beef even though it is impossible to cut a cow, it will not be eaten alone, if the chicken often.

"His son is the rendang?" My toot.

"Don't, buy it for mom?"

I just nodded I was happy to see the happy father just eat rendang already happy.

"You want to add no, let me order again." My bargain.

"May, but be brought home," he chuckled with a big smile.

I just shake my head to see my father like a child. After eating and paying me to go home to ride the angkot earlier, when going in from the back there is someone who calls me.

"Eh, Mas Aripin, where are you going?" My broom.

"You go to your house, Ar, there is also an old man" he replied by grabbing your hand and then he kissed the back of his hand.

"You going home?" I was surprised to go home but it was in Warteg.

"Yes. Mas stopped by first to buy rice Padang for mom," he said.

"I bought it." I showed you the plastic bag I was carrying.

"Son, what are we eating again" he replied with a smile.

I looked at Arifin mas do not like, somehow back when I was still friends with his father just plain, why now different? The cold attitude of the father makes the Arifin mas uncomfortable. It was visible from his gaze.

"Sir, come home your mother's kasian," I pulled my hand to quickly go home.

"Mas, we go first?"

"Eh, just go with it." The offer of rejection from the Father.

"We'll just ride the angkot." Said mr. flat.

"I'm sorry, yes. We'll just go home in the mail." I'm so bad for him, Arifin's been nice to me if you don't work in his factory where maybe I can buy a house and a car, he said, and another one of my savings is enough to make business capital if I resign from the factory.

Mas Arifin nodded, he understood this situation.

While in the car I asked my father. "Sir, why did you behave like that to Mas Arifin? Even though you used to be happy if I was friends with him," I asked slowly.

"Looks like him like you Nduk. Mr. Kapok has a rich man's ghost." Cetus Father.

Deg.

Lemas is already this body, the intention of the heart wants to establish a more relationship with him is now extinct my hope, with no blessing from him.

"W-What do you mean sir."

"Don't have a rich man's girlfriend or husband. Enough he's the loser Rangga, if you want to find an ordinary husband, who is equal to us equally wong ndeso."

'hope abides hope, it turns out you are not my soul mate Mas' my inner Raung.

Just now I have the status of a flower widow, already thinking of a soul mate, selfish. I put my lips together.

Not feeling the angkot we were riding finally arrived at home, I saw my mother standing in the doorway to welcome our arrival.

"Assalamualaikum," we said.

"Waalaikumsalaaam" answered the mother.

"Where is Nduk good." mother asked by stroking my hand.

"Alhamdulillah, ma'am, smoothly."

"Thank God it's good."

"Sir, so our dong is made by Mr Fatur?" said mom enthusiastically..

"So dong Bu?" eagerly answered him.

"What Mom? Arsila wants to be married to Arfa?" I had a big shock, the Arfa is a woody guy, which is right.

"Yes." Yeah."

"No!!!" I ran towards the room.