RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 31

The music is no longer heard. The day is approaching dusk. The sound of music is replaced with murotal Koran heard from the mosque which is located a little far from the house of mamak.

Pelaminan has long been empty at the brides' leave. All that remains is an empty bridal bar.

The white-clad guest chair is still loyal there, only now it is not filled with guests who come to congratulate.

The party is really over. No more guests. Not many people go around the party. Although there are two people who fix the rest of the party.

Mamak Suha has warned - wanti so that me and Syafrie do not rush - rush home. I don't mind that, anyway. But unlike Syafrie, he immediately scratched - scratching his head. Although Syafrie seems to object, but he cannot refuse the wishes of the mother who still wants to be with me. So she had to agree to mom's wish to stay at Suha's mom's house for a few days.

I don't know who he's thinking. Who else if not Fadil. The boy can't stay apart for long with Syafrie. Syafrie was indeed overindulging her son with the woman. It's just, I don't want to care. Instead, I was happy when I saw Syafrie's face that looked frustrated at the thought of her son.

I don't mean to take revenge. Especially when you hear the old man's story. However, I also still refuse not to hate Syafrie. Although I can not deny, there is a part in me that feels overwhelmed, when I know from the story of the old father, that Syafrie is still willing to help mama, even though I have left her.

The problem is not that simple. It's not a problem as easy as licking a spit. Forgive, forget, and start a new one. Just like if we clean the thick dirt attached to an object, it takes a few times then some or all of the stains can be lost. For now I speak of a heart so badly wounded and not yet ready to forgive.

Now I know why Brother Mansyah who used to love me so much, now turned to hate me. For I have become a disobedient child. Because of my selfishness, I led my mother to loss for the sake of loss in her life.

Not only that, I have also left sorrow again with my departure without news. I who threw myself away from my family, in fact have wasted tears only for the true sadness of other people, especially my mother also felt it.

While I was swept away in grief from betrayal and loss, my mother and my family faced a strange problem about the illness of a mother who did not know the poor and age.

Right, Brother Mansyah said, I'm selfish.

I am the one who suffers the most. Gurgle the bitterness of my own pain and my nestapa. Not wanting to look because they feel the most hurt.

Even though far away in the village there, there is someone who is more miserable, namely mama.

I guess, the pain that Syafrie inflicted on me made me drift in a sea of sadness making me suffer a heartless pain. Actuallyno. Hearing the old father's story that said that mama lay weak and almost overtake the Father made me feel like in stoning thousands of hot iron. I can't believe my departure left a deep wound and sadness for my mother. I succeeded in becoming an unfilial child as well as an ungodly child.

After this I promised myself that I would no longer argue with Brother Mansyah if he tried to provoke me.

From all the facts I just met, I began to realize the reason why all my brothers and family were kind to Syafrie and her son.

Well, I will no longer refute Mr. Mansyah's remarks. There is no harm in giving up anyway. I'm not young anymore either. I now realize, it's not good for me to keep my ego.

After the Isya prayer, I went straight back to the room. Mamak told us to occupy the room I used to rest as our room during our stay here. I actually really objected. However, once again I must be able to hold my ego for the sake of my mother and sister Mansyah.

I don't know how long I've been in my room. Until I realized, again I was crying silently - silent. For some reason, the pain and tightness in my heart did not go away. Not willing to take revenge makes me not fully able to accept all this.

" Hey, what's wrong with you? " a pat on my cheek woke me up. After I was tired of crying, I fell asleep.

I blinked because I was still with my surroundings.

The man who had given his kidney to the mother seemed to smile watching my behavior.

" Your eyes are swollen, you must be crying again. "

" Why don't you tell me everything? " tanyaku.

He scrunched his eyebrows. " Did the old man tell you something? "

" you reckon? Why are you hiding it from me."

" Which one ?"

" About Fadil? "

I'm shaking.

" About Marina? "

back I shook my head.

" About mama? "

I'm nodding.

" For what? Don't think about it anymore. It was a long time ago" he said with a sigh. He dared to caress my cheek.

" Why are you hiding it from me? " I just let Syafrie caress both my cheeks and my head.

" Why did I tell you. Will your attitude change after I tell you that. Will you forgive me, won't you? " He was smiling.

" Hmm, "that's all that came out of his mouth. I don't like his reaction.

" why just hmm? "

" I don't need your gratitude, Asthma. I just need your forgiveness. This guy knows himself enough. The wound I inflicted on you is deep and rusty. My Khilaf is deeply imprinted in your soul. Can you forgive me? "

I smiled hearing his words. " Then, just accept my thanks and I'll pay all the expenses you've incurred for your mother. "

The man looked at my face. His fingers are now away from my face. " No, I can't. " He smiled with force.

" If so, then allow me to replace your kidney with mine." I think I need to say that. Syafrie gives her kidney side to mama. And that guy doesn't want me to change the money. Then I think maybe Syafrie wants my kidney.

Now the wry-eyed man looked at me sharply. " You're still haughty and stubborn. "

" I just don't want to owe you anything."

Syafrie snorted not liking to hear my answer. " You were not arrogant and arrogant like this. Where was my old Asma? "

" Dead..! " answer . " The once-dead Asthma was killed by her suffering. So now, allow me to pay for all the expenses you've been incurring all along. Because that's the only way I don't owe you a favor."

The man looked at me. "Whatever you are! " So he got up and passed from before me.

" Where are you going? " I caught the man's arm and staggered him a little. " I'm not done talking. "

" What else, Asthma. Are you not tired of fighting? " he said while looking at me cynically.

" Who wants to fight? " i pulled his shirt to keep him moving. " Here, sit down. I think we need to talk." ask me, patting the empty side next to me.

" If you just want to get us into a fight, then I'm sorry. I let you down "he replied. My check on his shirt came off because the man was now back on his feet.

" Get out, then I won't go back to Likes Grace with you." I threatened that successfully made his step stop. She flinched for a moment, before finally turning to look at me.

" What do you want? "

" Talk to me..! " My father's story about my mother, made me lazy to continue my revenge intentions that I had compiled a few days ago. My only intention now is that I want to be freed from the bond of my marriage to Syafrie. That'sthat's all.

While there is no sister Mansyah who will certainly ask many things about my decision to immediately end our marriage is full of elements of coercion and tools for revenge.

Reluctantly, the man finally approached me. He sat in front of me in the same position as me, cross-legged. His sharp gaze plunged into my bead, but his lips were still locked.

I fixed the location of my slightly sagging hood. Even though I hated it, but being stared at like that, it still made me misbehaved and nervous.

" In the city, I have wealth... "

" I know, you said it yesterday. "he cut me off quickly.

" I'm sorry, I forgot." Shit.Since knowing the fact that this man helped my mom made me nervous when I talked to him. On the one hand, my hatred for her has not changed. Not less either. But I can't forget the fact that she also contributed to my mom and my family. He is the helper that God sent to mama until now, the woman who has given birth to me can still breathe.

" In fact, my return to the village was to ask for my mother's blessing and all my brothers. It's just that, because of a misunderstanding, brother Mansyah has tied us both. Between us, we don't think it exists anymore. You are no longer my happiness, and vice versa. "

" Make blessing? Restu for what? " his forehead is wrinkled. Of the many words I have said, only those words attract his attention.

" Married. "I answered.

" Married to your PIL who ignored you? His eyebrows sharply swooped. His face was like making fun of me.

Now I'm sure that he must have peeked at the contents of my message to Mas Haris while at the inn yesterday.

"PILLS? "

" Another Dream Man, what else? " He glanced at me before throwing a glance in the other direction.

" His name is Mas Haris. He's not another dream guy. I don't like you to call it that."

" Oh, .. So his name is Haris. Goody. " His hand grabbed the phone from his pocket and then pretended to be busy fiddling . " But I feel sorry for him. "

" why? " many don't understand.

" Because the woman he dreamed of becoming a friend is already mine."