RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 30

I'm pias. My face that had been bowed, now looked straight at my parents hoping to ask for an explanation.

Silence, he was silent as if trying to gather all his memories in an event that was surpassed some time ago.

" Sir, what happened to Mama? " I asked because I couldn't wait for his residence which felt excruciating to me.

"Sir.. please tell Asma. "I can no longer resist my curiosity. What have I been missing for ten years??Why said my parents, 'because that man to this day mama can be among us'.

My parents took a deep breath and breathed it back. He seemed to not want to remember the past events that were very bitter for him. And I whose heartbeat is no longer normal after hearing his words was still faithfully waiting for him to tell a story.

"A year after the departure of her husband, children and grandchildren. The trial came back to my sister Sharia." The corner of the old man's eyes looked watery. " One night, Mansyah called by borrowing a neighbor's phone and said that my sister complained of stomach pain and they took her to the hospital. Two days of treatment, no change. And on the fifth day, we were all struck by lightning. Your mother was convicted of kidney failure by a doctor. . "

By Allah, who rules the destiny of man, I was suffocated, smothering my mouth. Nyawaku feels lost. tight punching heartburn. Can't believe the reality that just came out about Mama. Guilt is starting to break hearts.

" At that time, my efforts were not as advanced as they are now. I could only give up and cry, and pray someone could help us. "again the old man took a deep breath and I could only cry.

" Your father's inheritance had just failed the harvest. And the oil palm plantations that had just been planted, seemed to be less attractive to land buyers at that time.

We heard that your only hope of survival was a kidney transplant. Just next door indeed. But that's all we don't have much money." finally clear in the corner of the old man's eyes flowed too. Me,... don't ask? My crying is getting louder. I roared regretfully, why did I leave my mother. Why do I not know how much my mother suffered. How selfish I have been all this time. Because of my wounded ego, I forgot the woman who had brought me into this world, who also felt a deep sadness at the loss of a husband, child and grandchild at one time.

" Sir. ma. af. right.. Asthma. "I can hardly speak anymore because of the howling cry and tightness in my chest.

" I haven't finished Asma. "the hoarse voice of my parents cut my words. " In the midst of our fear of trouble, a man who was being left by his wife came and gave us hope. He donated his kidney and paid the rest of the operating expenses that were not fully borne by the government. Our hearts are sliced, Asthma. A man who had no blood relation to us, because his wife had left without giving any news, willing to sacrifice half his life and all his inheritance in order to save the in-laws whose children had left him. "

Well, it looks like my old man wants me to spill all my tears in this crowded land.

A reality slapped me back. My whole family and I owe their lives to Syafrie.

" Your mother even asked not to be treated, so shy she was to her ex-daughter-in-law. " The old man took a deep breath. " Ashma, .I, you, and all of us, owe your husband a debt of gratitude and life. " Having said so, the old man preferred to be silent.

As for me, I cried with regret. My chest tightens. The sound of Agus' wedding party, my cousin was heard all the way to this room. I don't know if they all heard my cries or not. I don't give a shit. My body was shaken in endless crying. I guess my story of my life was finished shortly after I left the village. However, another piece of the story, it turns out to be continuous and binding to decompose again on the next sheet.

The arrival of Mamak Suha who told the old father that there was a village official who came to give a greeting to the bride's family, made the man move out of this room.

" Okay, you're the same husband. His sacrifice to our family is greater than the wounds he inflicted on you in the past." The old father and mother happened to leave me silent with tears still flowing.

After the death of old man and mother, I was still in the room. I'm not crying anymore. My tears are dry. But the pain in my chest was getting worse.

There are so many things that I don't think happen to everyone around me. And it's all related to my story and Syafrie.

God has not finished writing down all the lines of grieving destiny on the path of my fate and also my family.

Until some time, I was still at home in this room, although some families asked me to go out and join my other relatives. Under the pretext of my stomach being sick, I managed to make them then no longer force me and instead they allowed me to rest in this room.

I didn't lie. From last night until now, not a single piece of food had entered my stomach. Plus the pain under my stomach made me feel unable to stand up. Not to mention the shock in my soul after hearing the story from my old father, really made me unable to wake up.

I finally chose to lie down in this room until I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept in this room until a slightly rough hand stroked my face making me finally squirm and wake up.

A face I didn't really want to see, he was the first one I saw when I opened my eyes.

I jerked up and brusquely brushed off his hands. I wanted to put it on, but I stopped doing it because I remembered my parents' story about him. I don't want to be called a person who doesn't know to return the favor.

" Asthma, get up and eat first. From yesterday, there was not a single piece of food that entered your stomach. I'm afraid your maag will recur.. "

I snorted irritatedly at his pretentious attitude - snobs attention to me. Instead of obeying his orders, I chose to ask him.

" Tell me! why are you doing all that? "

Syafrie furrowed his brows. His gaze did not understand what I meant.

" Which one?" tanyanya later

" What did you do to your mom? "

" Oh, that. There's none. Just humanity and also affection for a mother whose child I love so much" he said, smilingly looking at me.

" Tell me how much you've spent to pay for all your hospital expenses and take my kidney next to yours in exchange for your kidney you gave my mama" It turns out that my father's story has not been able to bargain for the sharp poison that came out of my mouth

The man momentarily looked at me.

" A snob ... "he sizzled out and came out of the room without saying a word.