RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 26

I looked fed up at the father and son standing in front of me. "That's a damn drama, anyway! "" I said in my heart. The boy was crying bitterly in the father's arms.

For more than an hour, I was standing in front of them. Waiting impatiently. " Not going, is it? " manywhat upset me.

" Patience, Asthma. Your son is still being persuaded. " Sister Adit who replied.

" Well when? Very long! " my sniffle with an annoyed face that I deliberately glorified. Who told me to leave. This is what they got.

" Astma, Fadil is your son. You should have convinced him, not Syafrie!" said my mother who walked towards me.

B**ah, I'm sick of hearing that! Did ya?

I looked up and didn't like my mom for what she said. But my mother looked back at me with a sharp look. " why? " ask mom when she realizes I'm tense.

" my child? " i swallowed the suddenly dry saliva in my throat. " I haven't forgotten, ten years ago you buried it there! " appoint me to a grave next to my mother's house. " Just him, my son is just one he is. And he's dead from someone's betrayal." My eyes turned sharply to someone who was still busy calming the boy down.

Mom's old eyes showed shock at my words. The atmosphere became silent for a moment. No one dared to speak.

" Ten minutes away, if the drama isn't finished yet, I'll go alone." I said as I walked out and dragged my little suitcase.

Syafrie turned her head for a moment, but I could see her annoyed eyes looking at me.

" Just wait in front, yes deck." brother Adit lined up my steps. " From now on, learn to be closer to Fadil. You should get to know Fadil " said Kak Adit as he grabbed the suitcase from my handrail.

" It has to be, huh? I know the kid? " me with a dirty face.

" .... Deck, Fadil's a kid. "

" Oh, so because he's a kid and I'm old, so you can undermine my feelings, right? "

" No, the deck." Adit looks so wrong.

" I think Adit's different from them. But it's the same. Again - again Syafrie, again - again Fadil. Syafrie Fadil, them and them. Always them. I'm so sick of you "I said with tears that started to pool in the corner of my eyes. To be honest, my emotions increased when I found the treatment that felt unfair to me.

I roughly pulled the suitcase in Adit's hands and walked myself out.

" Deck, Fadil's.... "

" Already. You can't stop mentioning that name. For a long time I could die of a stroke, because my blood pressure kept going up."

" But, deck. Fadil...! "

" Sister, I'm nauseous. can stop no..! " i said while holding my stomach.

" You pregnant, deck? "

Sassy my hand because without feeling it has landed on my brother's head. " Okay, sick, deck! "

" Therefore, mouth on the brake, brother! " gut me while glaring furiously.

" Who knows, Asthma. You also have a husband. How do you know so, if you see the rich event at dawn, it could - could have happened? " candanya while hearing - grin.

It's not funny. For me, Adit's joke is not a funny thing. On the contrary, it made me more upset and hate my ex-husband who is now back as my husband again.

" Dek, you'll get there, okay, same with your husband. Respect him, yes deck" Adit told me.

" Should you? "

" Deck, can we forget the past. He suffered just like you. "

I clenched my hands. " Much less of my sacrifice? "

" Deck, believe me. We do all this not for the sake of Syafrie alone, but for your own good, deck."

" goodness? For the sake of driving me crazy back, you mean? "

" Patience, deck. You're just disappointed. You feel sad because no one is defending you. But actually the deck, it's all for your own good. Believe this. Yes, the deck. Don't be angry anymore. Brother wants to heat the car engine that you will use later." said brother Adit then passed to heat the car engine in front of the house.

I snorted in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Syafrie appeared behind the door with her beloved boy. Still with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes looked swollen and red because most were crying.

I threw my eyes the other way. Didn't want to be said insolent because actually I really want to sneer.

It feels too excessive. Like being left far and long. A boy of his age should no longer need the sling and persuasion as Syafrie did earlier. Cengeng, just like his mother.

" Are you ready? "

" Pake her, again? From earlier on. Until I wait. Where to use soap opera events all over again.! " not my mouth's evil play.

" Astma, Fadil is really sad. Your mouth may be a little guarded! " sayfrie said with a jaw that looked hardened from the annoyance of hearing my words.

"Casual, bro. There is no need to insist on kelesss...! " i said as I walked over to the shoe rack made of plastic. Take my sketch shoes and pair them quickly.

" I'm your husband, Asma. Couldn't have been your attitude a little polite. Look me in the eye when I speak, Asthma! "

" I asked you to refuse. But you yourself are offering yourself. Now why is your attitude like this..? "

My hands that were tying shoelaces came to a halt. " Don't ask me, just ask your best friend! "

" Behold, your woman's behavior, Syafrie!. You still dare to doubt my advice. Fleeing for ten years only he dared to do. "

Since when did my annoying brother stand there. Finish my history. Surely his sharp mouth will not stop tearing - torn heart and also my feelings.

" Once, shah! " sayfrie.

He snorted in annoyance at me. Before turning around, he said. " Good with your husband, Asma. Because your paradise is on him. Hell is hot. Only the prophet who is a saint cries when he sees hell, let alone us who are lay people. Especially you who sin a lot for leaving your husband for years."

" Already. already.., Shah. We want to travel far. It is not good to start with a fight. I'm fine - what. Anyway, he's back at us. That's more than enough."

" He must be reminded, Shaykh. Fleeing for so many years he was brave, what else is it just to trample on your pride! " said Brother Mansyah while staring intently at me.

I stared back at my sister. I gave him my unfaithful look. Let it be, let him know.

I'm astonished. Is it really me or Syafrie's brother Mansyah? Why is he always looking for an opening to attack and corner me. It was as if I was like an enemy to him.

He was the brother who loved me the most. Why now turn around to hate me the most.

Since my return to this village, there has not been a single good one - good to me.

I chose silence not to answer. My heart became more and more.

" Later to Samarinda, if you do not have time to continue the journey, you stay overnight, first. It is dangerous to continue the journey at night, especially sleepy! " my brother came back saying.

" It seems so. It's too late. Arriving in Samarinda must have been night. Too dangerous and risky. Many road improvements and also a shady taxi driver chasing passengers" Syafrie said.

I glanced at the watch given by Mas Haris, one o'clock. It is fitting that they say so. The journey from here to Tanah Hulu takes about eleven hours by road.

Syafrie then knelt in front of her son. " Champion dad, don't be naughty, yeah dad won't be long. Want to be bought by - by what, later? "

There was something in my heart when I saw it all. Scroll mound earth tomb beside mom's house. Right under the coconut tree, lay a tiny figure who if only alive, would surely be as big as the son of Syafrie.

Kak Darre said, they gave him the name Fajri.

I felt sad when I saw Syafrie hug her son in a loving manner. What he should be hugging right now was my son, not the son of that woman.

I grimaced with the tightness that hit my chest again. So sick I had to squeeze the end of my robe. " why? " Syafrie looked at me with a worried look.

I glanced at him with a cynical look and then threw away my face. I don't want him to see me crying over my pills.

" Astma, what's wrong with you? " he said anxiously that he could not hide. He held my arm tightly.

" Noisy..! " my jolt pulled over his arm. He shook his head while taking off his hand. The man then walked over to his son. " Fadil, come here salim sama mamah!" said.

I closed my eyes holding back the emotion that was now slowly starting to ignite. " I told you.. "

" What..? "

" Not to call me that! " spirited emotion.

" Hmm, did I agree that time ? No. gabe. Come on champ dad, salim used to be the same mamah..! Syafrie. He's looking to die. The war drums have sounded. Let's get started, Syafrie.

The little boy came running closer. He put his hand out. " Mamah, salim." he said.

I'm still quiet not shaking. Lazy response.

" Ashma, your son wants salim.! " Sister Mansyah appeared from behind the door together with my mother, and my other brothers.

They all stared at me. Stared by the pair of eyes make my voice growl. Well, rather than having my neck slashed by the sharp tongue of the mouth of Brother Mansyah I prefer to budge.

I let that little boy kiss my hand. " Mom, hug! "

Bah, what did he say? A hug? Wow.... this is a boy visiting..!

Syafrie cleared her throat gesturing for me to just obey the boy's wish.

I glanced at Brother Mansyah who again gave her sharp gaze to me.

All right, this time I'm giving up. I let it go when the boy stretched his arms around me. The son of my enemy hugged me. It feels like this is being embraced by the son of your enemy..?

But.....

waita minute....

What is this feeling...?

Like a boat that finds an island after months of sailing in the middle of the sea. Relieved... serene .. and peaceful...

There is a warm feeling that creeps to the bottom of the heart.