RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 17

In the morning, the atmosphere was crowded in my mother's house. The noise and the crying of the boy outside the room woke me up. Drowsiness still dominates me, because I can just close my eyes in the morning.

I blinked my eyes, still trying to collect my life. What's the matter? why the mother's house suddenly crowded by the arrival of my relatives and neighbors. My feelings became uneasy and agitated.

The change in the atmosphere of the house that turned into a crowded like this, honestly made me a little uncomfortable.

There was the sound of a baby crying, the sound of a child laughing and running around inside the house. The sound of footsteps of adults and also the sound of a screaming adult woman warning her children.

My eyes are looking for the clock. I wonder what time it is. Why does it feel like I just fell asleep. Yep... Forgiver. It's 10:00 in the morning. I remember a long time ago, when we were kids, my mama's nagging would have reached ten volumes plus an extra page, if we had gotten up too late. The nature of the mother is inversely proportional to the nature of the Father. Mama was chatty but I knew she was loving. While the nature of the patient and sincere father.

I'm trying to get up from the bed. However, a feeling of dizziness again hit me, making my body slow. Powerless hoop.

I glanced towards the window of the room. " That blue curtain, why is it removed? " i asked myself more when I saw the color of the curtains turning white.

After all my life was collected, I massaged for a moment my head that hurt. I grumbled indistinctly. It must have been a result of his sleep late, to the point of making me feel a little feverish and weak, lacking blood.

I sat down and looked at my face in the mirror. My pillow face is still clear. I took a cotton swab and cleaned up the rest of the night cream that was stuck to my face. Make no mistake, being a long-lived woman in a city as big as Samarinda, taught me that the face and body are precious assets that must be maintained and cared for so as not to get old and wrinkled.

After feeling enough, I stepped closer to the small suitcase, opened it and took a small beautiful flower-patterned chiffon dress with a matching color hijab. I also forgot to take my toiletries. I staggered out of the room.

However, just as my hand touched the bathroom door handle, Darre's voice called out to me.

"Asma, you're up , deck..? I didn't answer, just opened the door and passed.

" Oh, it's awake apparently. Shower, deck. People are waiting for you! " I smell the smell of cooking that pierces my sense of smell.

Brother Darre is holding Sifa, his toddler daughter. Seemed her brother was feeling troubled because sifa who could never stay still.

" Here I help take care of Sifa."

" No, the deck. You wanted a bath. The others are waiting! " Boy Darre refused me.

" Wait for what, brother? " many of me don't understand. My stomach reads a sign asking to fill in. Stomach doesn't know manners. It sounded loud when it was right in front of Brother Darre.

Brother Darre smiled meaningfully. " Bath, deck. Keep breakfast. Your questions will be answered by Brother Mansyah. "

Hah, I didn't hear wrong. Does this have anything to do with what Brother Mansyah said last night if yes, I die...!!

Thinking about it made my chest flutter and my mind again crumpled.

" Hurry shower, deck. Before the atmosphere gets crowded! " urged Brother Darre.

Huh.. many!! What's wrong? "

As I passed through the kitchen to the bathroom, some of my relatives and neighbors threw smiles at me. There was something strange, they didn't ask me, just smiled. Though they knew for sure the story of my escape ten years ago.

And anyway, this is mama doing it anyway. Just yesterday back from Lela's sister's house, now there's a party using the neighbor's all over again. Sump....

' Did mama have a party to welcome my return, did she?' my question is in my heart. Aishhh. I'm thinking hard.

" Why daydream, deck? " ask Brother Darre, surprising me

" Huh..? " I was surprised at what to answer.

" What, brother? "

" Hais, you were asked why daydreaming, even behind her. Already.... already... shower fast! " Sister Darre pointed towards the bathroom, telling me to take a shower immediately.

I passed by a group of mothers - mothers who were cooking and asking. " Mom-mom, I'm sorry, what's the show? " i tried to extract information from the members.

" Later Brother Mansyah alone explained, Brother Mansyah has more right to explain than all of us.! " a voice answered. I swear..my cool morning suddenly hot, Well!! What I told. Choosing to hear his chatter I passed to the bathroom while presenting a sharp gaze and a thumb-down gesture to him.

Water makes my heart and body feel fresh. I finished my bath with a long time. Half an hour, ckckckck. When I'm done, I intend to go back to my room.

After finishing polishing the thin powder to my face, I applied a purple nude color lipstick that became my favorite. I put on my robe and lastly put on the rectangular hijab bought by Mas Haris, while shopping at the Lembu Swana mall.

I admire my beautiful face. Create a Perfect God over every sculpture on my face. It came to your mind to avenge me on Syafrie, through this face.

I got out of the room and walked into the living room to look for Kak Mansyah. This living room is also no less crowded with the atmosphere in the kitchen. My ex-laws were there too. His face looked serious about something with Syafrie.

Seeing Syafrie, I remembered last night. After his lips said that nonsense, he left me with my face reddened like a boiled crab.

Syafrie's father looked at me. Our views met for a while. He smiled at me, but I didn't reply. I was lazy to respond to him.

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Hating her son made me hate her father. The door to the room is open. I decided on my view with Syafrieh's father. " Sister Lela was already standing three steps ahead of me.

" Who's looking, Asthma? " sanyanya.

" brother Mansyah! " my answer is short.

" Oh. Come in ! Is he inside? " His answer while shifting his body that is getting more and more stretched.

I smiled then, "Excuse me! " Everyone gave me a smile and invited me to go into the workspace, Kak Mansyah.

" Go on the deck! " Sister Mansyah appeared from behind the door .

" What's up? "

I was surprised, but I didn't want to show it. " Sister, can you explain why your house is crowded? " I asked while frowning my fingers. Anxiety and embarrassment came back considering he was the one who caught the action the two of us last night.

"Sit here, deck..!" Mansyah's sister patted the chair next to her.

" Asthma. Of course you are wondering why all this happened. Perhaps all has been arranged by the Almighty, Asthma. For everything that is happening right now. " Sister Mansyah patted my shoulders gently and rubbed - rubbing the shoots of my head.

I who sat right in front of him bowed . " Dek, you know that we all love you so much" he said, holding my hand.

" Sister no longer questioned about your departure always during this time, deck. I just want to tell you about Fadil. The boy who was always with Syafrie. You know, right? " Sister Mansyah clasped my fingers tighter and tighter.. I'm nodding. Who doesn't know Fadil. The boy who always sticks like a stamp is the same Syafrie. You spoiled child....

" Dek, at the age of almost eleven years, not a single bit of his mother never touched him!" brother Mansyah's eyes glared.

None of my business......

one more new fact - I just found out and answered all my questions about the Traitor all along. It's worth it that bastard Syafrie used to die - defying the woman. It turns out that there is already a seed that grows on the son of the village chief to see the age of Fadil which is not much different from the age of my son. I don't need to ask you again when he started double.

It's my heart, and I don't really want to believe it, but that's what happened. It turned out that in addition to waiting for my son, he was also waiting for the son of the Village Chief. It would be wonderful to think that it is possible that our son would be about the same age as Fadil if I managed to give birth to my son.

It's a pity that God hasn't given me permission to see my flesh and blood even once.

He was snatched away when Syafrie's betrayal doused oil on my anger. My chest was suddenly filled with anger at that moment.

" Since birth she did not know her mother, although Syafrie raised her affectionately. It may be greater than a mother's affection, but it is not the same. " Sister Mansyah stared deep into my eyeballs.

" Fadil is a good boy. I know she doesn't have a mother. So that he never troublesome Syafrie with his behavior. Once, one day he was lost. Syafrie was like a madman looking for her. We almost reported Fadil's disappearance to the police, but the boy came with a gift box for his father. You know where he's from, Asthma? Brother Mansyah turned to me who I responded with a lazy shoulder, and a bodo time.

" To the city by hitching a ride on middlemen who used to buy vegetables for mama, to get to the city. He wanted to buy a gift for his father with his savings. Fadil's words moved everyone to hear him. But not for Syafrie, excessive panic and anxiety make Syafrie flinch. For the first time for Syafrie that night landed her hand on Fadil's body. " Kak Mansyah's long breath sign of the incident was very influential on him, but of course not with me. I'm tired of hearing it.

I thought Kak Mansyah was done with his story about the boy, so I was ready - ready to open my mouth.

" That night, for the first time also during Fadil's life, he was looking for his mother. It made all of us who heard it become very sad and Syafrie was no exception. We know Syafrie is sorry but it's all done. Fadil's heart was already broken. "

Kak Mansyah's eyes look watery. It was very evident to me that the incident was very influential in the life of Mr. Mansyah.

I want to applaud Syafrie and Fadil. Those two humans, look so influential in my family's life. They arrogantly acknowledge mama as their mother and mother-in-law, while I, said mama I was a child who forgot to serve. Akh... mama.... how!!!!