RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 36

" I'm sorry, I can't let Asthma go like this. "

" Who are you, huh? Hey, self-conscious, man! You're just someone else here, no need to feel responsible."

My sleep was disturbed by the faint sounds of debate around me. What time is it now? Why so early they've been arguing and tightening neck veins. Do they not know, that the morning - morning already quarrel will make us far sustenance. Huh, forget. That's what my mom said.

Basic selfish. Surely they are people who will only feel proud if they win in the debate. They considered contemptible for those who could not keep up.

And certainly predictable, the owner of venomous lips is none other than Kak Mansyah. I memorize it with every rhythm and expression. Hmm, he is indeed an expert in hurting other people's hearts.

I was just about to open my eyelids to make sure that my guess was correct when I realized that my eyelids were so hard to open. Once he tried to separate these two eyes to open, but still I can't. I became panicked. Why can it be like this?

A memory approached me. I remember why it was so hard for this woman to open her eyes. At dawn, this woman prostrated herself on the prayer mat, trying to ask the Owner of Fate, what fate is written for me this sinner.

" Mommy, please. The mantri could do nothing to help Asthma. Look at him still lying closed his eyes. Since yesterday, the fever hasn't gone down, it's getting higher. If you don't mind, I ask permission to take Asthma to the nearest hospital. Because as far as I know, Taman Husada Hospital is not far from here. "the phrase Mas Haris sounds close to the ear. There's a feeling in my heart when I find out she's not far from you. Heartbroken because my eyes could not open became lost because of knowing that fact.

Since I still want to know how this debate will be next, I prefer to keep my mouth shut and close my eyes. I also did not move so as not to arouse suspicion. I shouldn't have to be that targeted, because things that are interesting for Kak Mansyah pastikah not far away from things related to me.

" Hey, man, wake up. Kali his family! We know what is best for our sister. You're just a stranger and we all don't know what purpose you came here for. "

" Sorry, Mas. Although I think it is inappropriate to say this, when we all clearly see Asthma lying weak. But because Mas questioned the cause of my existence here, then need to know, I stand here because solely because of Good intentions that have been far - far away the day I and Asma planned. " It's cool the way Mas Haris talks without calling himself 'I' but with the word 'me'. Where has the politeness of behavior when talking to Kak Mansyah. If only we had been halal, I'd have rewarded him with kiss trophies all over his face.

But wait a minute. What does it mean that I am lying weak?

Am I in pain? But, what's the cause? I remember, I was okay last night.

Oh, ja. I just remembered. If Syafrie had just told me a big secret that she and my family had been hiding for years. However, other than the empty feeling that now enveloped my heart, I no longer felt anything. So there's no way that's the cause of my current condition.

To be honest, I was a little sad when I realized my family's crime. I groaned sad in my heart. But it wasn't long and made me cry. It's not that I'm afraid there's Mas Haris in this house. No. In the name of God Azza Wazalla, not the man was the cause.

They hid Fadil's whereabouts from my memory. Then they wanted me not to know the blood of horse meat. Oath by the heavens and the earth, I am very vengeful with Them.

The pain that I felt in the chest, Subhanallah turned out to be a thousand times the pain due to the chain of grief that Syafrie recited in my life ten years ago.

Okay, alright. I granted them their wish. I'd assume I'd never heard any truth from Syafrie. I will try to close my eyes and my conscience about Fadil. After all, all this time, the child was able to survive growing up healthy and large without my presence. So, my absence is no longer a big deal in his life.

I do not deny that I am happy to know that Fadil is my son, my heart, a precious jewel that is present without me knowing. For the sake of my mother's breath, I swear, the cheering heart holds the excitement in my heart.

It was just that, like a dream, this cheer of joy and celebration was only for a moment, then it changed into a mountain of hatred.

If only there were a remnant of forgiveness, perhaps I could still forgive those who have inflicted heartless wounds. But, unfortunately I don't have any. My hatred and vengeance are mountainous to a place of the heart.

Anyone who would read about this tragic story of my life, I really hope that people no longer refer to me as a stubborn woman. Neither did any of them blaspheme me as a proud, arrogant woman, for not wanting to know her son in order to carry out a grudge.

Please do not judge me anymore because we all know that we only have a heart that is only a few millimeters wide and that it has been chopped up and bloody - blood. So don't blaspheme me any more in the future.

" dude.. " Kak Mansyah's voice is heard again. He was silent for a moment before then chuckling sucks.

" Before fighting, people usually make observations first of the enemy and the battle area. But I don't see all that you do. It's not that I sympathize with you, but I'm afraid I don't want to pretend sympathy for you later when I see you bow down disappointed and heartbroken. May the Lord be quick to lift up your suffering from heartbreak. Don't be so confident, man! "

I was worried to hear Kak Mansyah's words. What the hell is in your first brother's brain? "

Wretched eyes. I tried again and again to open my eyes, but I never succeeded. Though it was very curious that my feet wanted to jump and hit the Syafrie brother-in-law and invite him to fight the curse.

Just forget my promise to obey and obey it a few days ago. How he treated the man who was the owner of my heart in such a way.

I fought hard to try to open my eyes. I think God is dearly loving. My patience has been eroded to find the sharp tongue of brother Mansyah who slapped my lover's heart. I'm really embarrassed to have a sister who's not good at oral care.

Honestly, I can't imagine Mas Haris's face when I hear Kak Mansyah say that. I regret my decision to return to this village. But it's too late.

" Thus already! " That's Syafrie's voice. Hah, it is fitting that Kak Mansyah became fierce and violent, it turns out that the person he defended is dead - dead is in this place.

" But, shaf...Men should know about the true status of Asthma. " My body trembled even though I was in my eyes. I'm really sorry to have an older brother as hell.

" Well, yes, one - one. Asthma is sick now. Don't talk about anything else that has nothing to do with Asthma. " There was a tired tone in the words of the man who was next to me. "The Asthma theme, right. We should take him to the hospital. I'm also worried, the fever's down, but his eyes aren't open yet."

" That's why I forced to take Asthma to the hospital, Mas." I heard my man speak up. From the tone of her voice, I could guess that she was holding back an upset.

" Dude, please, we're talking to each other. Don't enter anyone else's chat, or I'm not afraid to throw you back to the city you came from."

" Mansyah, get out of here! " someone yelled at Kak Mansyah and I knew it must be Kak Lela. The creaking of the door opened, and I knew that the two people who had always been successful in provoking my emotions, must have gone out. Unfortunately, my eyes were still not open.

" I'm sorry my brother. He is less able to control his emotions. I hope you are not offended. "

" It's all offended, a little bit. How is his word so rude. But it doesn't matter, I'll still take Asthma to the hospital, if there's not a change for another hour."

" We pray, may Asma quickly open her eyes. " Sister Lela's voice was the last thing I heard before I flew into dreamland.