TEARS FROM MOTHER-IN-LAW
Chapter 11 Blaming the Father

Ardan grabbed the phone that was being used by the father, where the burly man stared intently at Budiarto, the old man who was sitting in a wheelchair.  

"Hello, sir. "

Ardan's hand started to turn off the phone from his father's phone, it looks like he does not like if the father, calling Akbar. 

"Father, never beg to miss the son of this fatherless botot" said Ardan so presumptuously before the old man who became his father. 

both of the father's eyes were glazed over, after hearing the screams of his first child. 

Ardan just came in without knocking on the door and saying hello. 

"Ardan, however, is a father. You have the right to put your longing for him whom you have always despised, "squealed the father, showing his neck veins. The tears that were almost dripping suddenly came to a halt due to the annoyance made by his first child. 

"Oh, you have always been so, always unfair with Ardan and Afdal. You always admired Akbar's agendas, and put your longs on him, while on us. The father realized, the father as a parent has chosen love ", said Ardan, saying all the contents of the heart.

The sixty-year-old man lowered his gaze, as if reluctant to look at his first child who continued to express the injustice of a father. 

Ardan rubbed his face rough, both eyes looked red. It was seen if he was trying to endure his heartache.  Clutching the father's cell phone tightly. 

And Brak.

The phone was suddenly thrown just in front of the father, making the old man who had raised and financed all the needs of Ardan from childhood. Now look disappointed, "Ardan, is that how you talk to your father, where the manners you taught me first."

"Perset*n with manners," pointed at the father's face with his fingers, "the father did teach Ardan and Afdal manners, but the father did not show a father justice for his children. "

The old man's tears were dripping slowly, Ardan, who was still standing before his father, rubbed his face rough trying to resist the emotions he had just poured out. 

"Crying, that's what you did when Ardan let out all the disappointment Ardan had with you. "

Budiarto rubbed his tears slowly with his hands that looked wrinkled, "Ardan, you know what you feel right now, you are disappointed, but it would be nice for you to understand. "

"Understand, hahaha. Father turns out to be funny too, can usually tell Ardan to understand, while the father himself, ahk already, mumet if you have to argue with the father. Staying in the eyes of Mr. Akbar is a special child that the great father glorified, in contrast to Ardan and Afdal. "

An annoyance that had hunted and damaged the soul, now made Ardan step away from the presence of the old man who became his father. 

"Ardan wait. " The call of the father, did not make Ardan stop his footsteps, his first child was seen ignoring the father. 

"And, O God, what's wrong with you, son, you can make your heart hurt, whenever you want to tell me about your brother's secret, why are you always angry and feel if this father is an unjust father," muttered Budiarto's heart, sobbing sobbing sob, until the cry made Vienna closer. 

"Sir."

"Mother?"

"Sir, why the hell, you always have such favoritism, the father must remember if Ardan also our son is not an adopted child, why the father is always so, when Ardan wants to get the attention of the father!"

Sighing the breath that feels crowded, Budiarto tried to answer with soft words, he did not want to hurt his wife who was sick. 

"It is not meant that you choose love, the father missed Akbar he never came here. You want to hear from me now."

"Sir, Akbar is already big, he is not a child anymore, he knows which is right which is wrong. If he doesn't come here, he doesn't care about us, he cares about his ugly wife."

The words from the mouth of Vienna that sounded so cruel, made Budiarto, rubbing the chest rough field until several times said the word istighfar. 

"Astagfirullahaladzim mother, why must the mother say that. Nalya is the daughter-in-law of the mother, it is not appropriate for the mother to insult her physique, however Nayla like that because she has saved Akbar. "

"Ahkk, where there is, it's just a coincidence. Si Nayla is a selfless, pretentious want to get a return. "

Budiarto shook his head, hearing the sharp words from his wife's mouth. " Father's wife, it would be nice for you to take care of your own words.  If you continue to say bad and insult Nayla physically, you feel you have failed to educate your mother. "

"Sok wise, rich behavior is right. Never mind sir, I'm lazy to argue with the father who always defends such a ugly woman."

Vienna went from before her husband, where Budiarto, trying to call by advising the wife not to go too far in speaking. because bad words, can be turned on ourselves. 

"Mom, why did you change this way. Though the mother used to love Akbar, whatever Akbar's choice the mother agreed, but now the mother ignored Akbar . Oh Allah Akbar unfortunately your fate, son, you failed to educate your own mother. " Budiarto murmured that he felt guilty about what happened to his family. 

Budiarto, starting to get down from his wheelchair, he sat down to pick up the shards of cellphones scattered about. "It's the only way of communication between me and Akbar, but now Ardan is ruining it. "

"Sir, why?" The figure of a maid named Aminah came closer to Budiarto who was crying, where the old man showed a cellphone that had been scattered in front of Aminah.

"You see this Aminah, my only cell phone was destroyed by being slammed by Ardan, he did not want me to call Akbar," complained Budiarto a maid who had long worked at his house, now trying to help the employer, where he tried to justify the scattered cell phone.

"Try Aminah to help Sir, it is easy that the phone is still on, " said Aminah, it looks like the phone is only separated from the stone, where Aminah with makeshift expertise trying to justify the phone.

"Finally, the phone turned on," Aminah showed Budiarto a phone that had been lit.

"Thank God Aminah, thank goodness the phone is on, I am so happy. " Crying by rubbing continuously the falling tears.

Aminah tried to comfort the old man who became his master by saying, "if it takes anything, just say the same Aminah sir. "