RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 61

I shrugged my shoulders, not caring. Then go back on the way home. Suddenly, Syafrie was already next to me and one of her hands was clutching my finger when my foot was on the lawn. What does that mean...?

In front of the terrace stood three of my brothers who were all looking at us with a difficult view.

" God, you from anywhere. Why not go home all night? ask Brother Darre when we set foot in front of the terrace.

I didn't answer Darre's question, but Syafri guided my hand to walk to the side of the terrace. The man took the water from inside the drum that was at the side with a dipper and started washing my feet. There was something strange rustling in my heart as I watched him rub my feet full of mud due to the muddy streets we passed through before painstakingly clean and then clean his legs.

" It's clean, come in. Shower, Asthma. After that, take a break" he said after finishing wiping my feet with a dry cloth. I went into the house without greeting my three brothers.

" Where have you guys finished, Syafrie? " ask Brother Lela.

" Eh. anu kak, that's. the Asma, was taking me to the streets of dawn. He said all sports, yes. sports. " said Syafrie while scratching - scratching his head that does not itch.

" You've finished the dawn walk?" kak Mansyah said in disbelief. " Is your wild bull tame? "

" Not yet, Shah. " Syafrie laughed as she winked one eye at Kak Mansyah.

" Halahh..your father, Shaf..!" hold her belly while holding her stomach. " Pipe continues, Syaf." he said as he walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen he faced me who had put on a cruel face ready to pounce on my first brother.

His smile instantly disappeared from his face changing with a face that was put on pretending to be serious. Then sit in front of the dining table.

" She, let's have breakfast. After the morning 'sports' must be hungry. There is a fried rice of salted fish made by Kak Darre.. "

" Yes, Shah. First of all, I'll be the same Asma.... ".

Oh, my God, that guy, I just let him touch me once, like I've been willing to be with him. My gaze sharply hit Syafrie. I entered the bathroom by slamming the door. Brother Mansyah laughed out loud - bahak while whistling mockingly. I was really annoyed at the two best friends that same.

After the shower, I walked into the room. But just as I finished putting on a change of clothes, someone bumped into my waist and buried his face in the valley of my bed.

" I was looking, mom. I guess mamah left again. "sobs the little guy on my waist. He held his arms around my waist.

" Fadil will be a good boy. Fadil promises not to be naughty anymore. By Allah, ma'am, do not leave Fadil. Mom, don't go anywhere else... Don't leave Fadil and dad again, Mah.. "

The boy jumped up and down and hugged my waist tightly. Her tears invited the river to wet her face that was like a betel in two with Syafrie.

" Mah, mamah. Alrighty.. Fadil will tell mama. Fadil tuh. exist in this world is not the will of Fadil, mah. But Mom and Dad who brought Fadil into this world. So. if there is any dispute mamah and Dad, please do not involve Fadil.. Fadil is only ten years old, mah. And your long separation traumatized Fadil. Yes, Lord.how do I realize that I am suffering without my mother. "the boy let go of his embrace on my waist and held his head while pulling his hair. Then crouch down to my back while crying

" Do you not know how great the sacrifice of the father so far. Dad sacrificed to take care of me and raise me. Do you not know if all this time mamah has bestowed the responsibility of mamah on father. And now I just want you to take care of me and raise me. Do mama not know..... The father was tired and tired" said the baby's brother who was in my stomach as he looked in frustration at me.

I embrace my son's body into my arms with an indescribable feeling. I can't tell you what it's like to have my heart broken to pieces like it was pierced by thousands of swords from words said my son. My chest is numb with a heart that hurts up to the throat.

" Mom, that father is tired of taking care of Fadil. Can't you later. mamah alone take care of Fadil? " ask Syafrie's son still in my arms. Her eyes that were swollen from crying looked at me.

I smiled at assent. The boy smiled happily and then slipped his face back into my arms.

" Mom, Fadil promised me that I wouldn't hurt you anymore. Fadil's life as his guarantee. Mom believes it, right? " I'm back to scratch.

" Promise, yes mah. Mom don't go away again."

" Yes, mamah promise." I replied.

" Promise, mommy. Later Fadil will sue mamah before God, if mamah does not keep his promise." the boy threatened me.

" Promise. "that's the only word I can say. I cried as I lamented my regrets. If it could be described, my tears of lament would probably flood one village with such deep regret.

Regrets for being late to realize what my son wants. My son I just met back after ten years. My handsome son but I wasted his existence, even after I found out his whereabouts.

In the past, I thought that ignoring Fadil would hurt Syafrie a lot. So, I used that way to avenge myself on him. To me, Fadil is my weapon to hurt and destroy Syafrie to the point of its destruction.

I forgot, that little Fadil doesn't know what. He's innocent of all this. I have done wrong to involve Fadil in my revenge affair with Syafrie.

I forgot the rule in marriage that there is no one rule in the world that justifies my actions to use Fadil as a weapon of my revenge on the endless Syafrie.

My tears shed to wet my robe. I deeply regret the caliphate I intentionally had. The Khilaf that made my son suffer so much as trauma. I hugged my son even more. Hugged it with all my regrets.

In front of my bedroom door, my mother stood staring while covering her mouth with both hands. The woman who gave birth to me into this world tried to hold her sobbing from being heard. While Kak Mansyah, Kak Lela, and brother Darre looked at us with sad eyes.

I don't know if Syafrie also watched this mother and daughter drama. Because of my position behind the door.

Never mind. I really don't care. I also don't care if later he will mock or sneer at me. For sure I want to cleanse my heart and improve myself for the happiness of my son whom I have wasted.

I promise, from now on, my priority is the happiness of my children. I am willing to do anything to correct all my mistakes. I will redeem all the lost days with my son. I promise to always be with and with my son. That's my promise. A mother's promise.