The Beautiful Widow Belongs to the Police
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"When did that step over my body?"
Rita's voice echoed in the living room, making everyone shocked by the words that came out of Rita's mouth shrouded in anger.
"Yes!!" pekik Andre, Friska and Ahmad simultaneously.
"Don't you promise to finish it the right way? This isn't the good way?" ahmad continued, who disagreed with Rita's decision.
"What would we expect from a barren woman? My decision is final," circus Rita again. Then, step back without caring about anyone.
Nonarable. It was painful when that word again ruined his happiness. Irma's body is squeezing. His life seemed to be separated from the body. The pain was really painful, the person he loved rejected it so painfully. He wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't. His mouth was locked, without being able to say a word. Only the tears that continued to break were witnesses of the poor woman's pain.
And so is Ranti. Tears also fell from both eyes. He who sat beside Irma, could only hold Irma's hand to strengthen each other. It hurts just as much. Which mother does not hurt to see her son hurt. However, he also could not blame Rita. A mother wants the best for her children. Maybe ... here there is nothing wrong, only the circumstances and good luck are not in favor of his son.
Different from Naura. His eagle eyes stared intently at Rita, both of his hands clenched perfectly. He did not accept his only brother getting treatment that he did not think necessary.
"Wait, Tan!" Naura stood up and her voice was no less thunderous in the living room, making everyone turn their eyes towards the pregnant mother. Including Rita, he stopped his steps.
"What is building a family just to make children? Can't you have that child, that's so low? To the extent that Auntie forgot the affection that Aunt has given and received from my sister? Why is Aunt's mind so short?" A row of questions came out of Naura's mouth. "What aunt? Can you decide everything one-sided, without asking those who are going through life?" Naura's voice grew higher. He no longer cared who he was talking to. In fact, Irma who held Naura's hand, asked the pregnant woman to stop her babbling, unheeded.
"I'm Andre's mom. I have the right to decide anything that concerns my son." Rita turned around, looking at Naura no less sharply.
"Just because it's barren?"
"Yes." Yeah."
Suddenly Naura's laughter echoed in the room upon hearing Rita's reply, leaving everyone confused.
"I didn't expect people to be so close to God, but doubted the presence of God and trusted a piece of paper made by man" Naura said. It is made of gnarles.
"What do you mean?" Rita's jaw hardened, she did not accept Naura who instead laughed and called her doubting God.
Friska was unable to even look at Naura, she thought she was more terrifying than Rita. Naura's words when her emotions are always sharp beyond the sword.
"If Auntie put God above everything else, Auntie wouldn't think this narrow" Naura continued.
Ahmad who heard Naura's words, without people realizing it he even gave a smile. He did not expect a woman whose age was as good as his youngest child could think up to there.
"Tante doesn't Know, Nothing can prevent God's will? When God stops something, it happens and it happens! Nothing is impossible with this situation. Don't go before God, Auntie! Eventually apostate. I have heard the story of Prophet Ishaq, the son of Prophet Ibrahim and Siti sarah. Maybe, Auntie knows the story better? I'm sure Auntie would know better. She was born at the age of Siti Sarah is old, even according to logic it is impossible to give birth at such an old age. But, which according to human reason is impossible, it is possible for God. Does Auntie not reflect on the story of Siti Sarah? My brother was sentenced to be barren by a doctor, but that doesn't mean he can't have children. While striving and praying, everything is possible. Remember Auntie, God alone never discriminates man. Why did Auntie distinguish my sister after knowing she couldn't have children." Naura really exploded. In fact, if Ranti is not stopped, she will still talk on the highway without obstacles.
"Dear, watch your talk! No matter how Aunt Rita is a parent, Mamah never taught you to be rude to parents." Ranti held onto Naura's shoulder, stopping Naura's chattering.
"But, Mah ...." Naura doesn't accept it. He's still itching to get his teeth out. However, it gets a sleigh from Ranti and Irma. He had to stop.
Rita herself, looks sculpted. He no longer refuted Naura's words.
"I'm sorry my son! Ara is indeed a labile child, she is often ignited emotions. In Irma's case, I can't blame Rita. I understand that I want the best for my son. I just hope Mbak Rita can consider Irma with all her shortcomings. However, if there is no chance we will be able to accept with legowo. We believe, life, death and soul are in the hands of the Power." Ranti said, before finally choosing a berbit rather than a more complicated problem and instead became a tangled thread. Perhaps, they need time for mutual self-introspection.
Rita herself, after Irma's return and her family went straight into the room to lock themselves. Andre, Ahmad and Friska tried to persuade the mama to open the door, but still nil. Until a knock from the front door diverts them.
"Let me open the door" Andre said.
He also walked forward while tousling his own hair, frustration that is what Andre feels at this time. Meanwhile, the door continued to be knocked impatiently, making his pace quicken.
"Attent. Not very impatient," Andre collapsed while opening the door. "Mbak Say?" he continued to know who was at the door.
"Ara went on a motorbike. Please go after him! I was afraid that he was determined, he left with a myriad of anger. You know for yourself that he's raging. I'm afraid she's doing something, especially if she's pregnant. I'm going after him, but there's no more bikes. Follow him, yes, Mas!" irma said without pause.
"Well?!"
The problem in the house is not finished, Naura is already looking for new prey. In fact, without Naura intervening, Andre had promised to make calculations against them.