THE BIG FAMILIES
THE MISSING OPPORTUNITY

Hardi and Debie stared at the large, ivory-white dwelling.

In the courtyard of the house there is a colorful flower garden. His ex-daughter-in-law is very good at cultivating plants.

"Sri's hand is cold, Ma" said the husband staring at the home page of his former son-in-law.

The couple sat in their car. Both of them deeply regret their actions.

"Why did we ask Pram to divorce her?" hardi asked still faithfully staring at the building.

"I don't know" replied Debie.

"From first Pram took her and introduced her as her lover. I don't like it very much" replied Debie.

"But I never forbade Pram to choose Sri to be his wife" he continued.

"Is it because of her name Sri?" ask Hardi.

"Name that impressed the village?" he continued like confused.

"I don't know, maybe because of Sri's education?" sahut Debie's.

"We are captivated by Sinta because of graduates from renowned universities," he continued to sigh.

"We're a lot wrong. Do we need to apologize?" ask Hardi.

"I heard that the superiors where he worked sent them the Hajj. Our four grandchildren have Hajj before us Pa" said Debie again.

"We go down yuk" asked the husband.

Debie nodded in agreement. Hardi is advancing his vehicle. Stop right next to the high fence. They went in and opened a fence that was not locked.

The pair of humans were right in front of the door. Hardi knocked on the door and greeted.

"Assynnya!"

"Wa'alaikumusalam, who are you?!" voice from inside the house.

The door opened, three pairs of eyes staring at each other. The three men were silent.

"Bus ... Spasa ipus?" The smallest Ustman, the baby was only two years old.

"Ah ... guest son," replied the mother.

"Let's go in ... Sir, Mom!" invite Sri to let her former in-laws in.

Hardi and Debie went inside, Sri let the two people sit down. Ustman sat down and looked at the two with a frown.

"Honey, play with Kak Sania and Kak Arif there!" tell Sri to the youngest child.

"Wiya Bu" said Ustman.

The baby left his grandparents. Ustman did not recognize the two, because indeed he was born unrecognized by the family.

Sinta managed to incite everyone as well Ustman was not the flesh blood of Pram. Ustman is very much like his father.

"Wait a minute ... Sir, Mom, I'll get you a drink!" sri said then to the kitchen.

Hardi looked at his wife. There a puddle of tears was about to spill. He used to most vocally accuse Sri of cheating and once asked to abort his womb.

"We're really a lot wrong, ma'am" he said softly.

Debie could not say anything, the woman also did not defend Sri when oppressed first.

"Please sir, Mom," Sri said and then gave two cups of tea to her former in-laws.

Hardi did not hesitate to inhale the brownish water. The taste of tea served Sri is still the same as when she was her daughter-in-law.

"God ... It's fresh!" Debie nodded in agreement.

Sri's cold hands can process anything. The food he cooked always fit on his tongue. Cakes made by him are also the rebutting of friends arisan Debie.

All three were silent for a moment. Both Debie and Hardi were confused as to what to say.

"Mr ...!" Sania Whinek.

A three-year-old baby came along with a throb. Her tears are melting. But when he saw two unknown people he made silence.

Sania had forgotten her grandmother and grandfather. It was only one year when his father and mother divorced.

"Pr .. Meleta spasa?" he asked when he was close to his mother.

"Guest boy" replied Sri Lirih.

"Sri ...," Hardi recalled.

"Sania with Arif's sister, yes" told Sri to her daughter.

Sania nodded, Arif came. The four-year-old baby was teasing his sister. Seeing the arrival of his grandparents made him immediately alert.

"Mother ... Why let them in?" tanyanya rouse.

"Son, take your brother!" pinta Sri firmly.

Arif is more able to talk than his brother and sister. Arif brought his brother inside, according to what his mother said.

"Would you like mom and dad?" ask Sri at the end.

"Right ... We're just here to apologize ...."

"I'm sorry mom and dad!" cut Sri's.

"Alhamdulillah, then can we ...."

"No!" cut Sri directly.

"Son!"

"Rpa ... Ma'am, please respect our decision!" pinta Sri begged.

"We're happy now without you. We are treating the wounds of your actions!" he continued to hold sobs.

Tiana is at work, she only takes one day off. Herman released the girl. But indeed Tiana did not want to miss the moment with her superior descendants.

"We know we're wrong. But please give us a chance to fix everything!" pinta Hardi half forced.

"Sorry sir, Mom!" sri Sentak.

The two humans were shocked to hear Sri's loud voice. For the first time Sri spoke loudly to both.

"Son,"

"Sir Ma'am, sorry. We all forgive you. But please don't come back to us. That's enough, Mum!" pinta Sri begged.

Hardi and Debie are asked to leave by Sri. Again, a new habit they know.

"I didn't expect you to be so rude to us. Defrag ...."

"Enough Ma'am .. Enough!" bentak Sri's.

"Didn't you remember your behavior with us?" he continued to stare at his former mother-in-law.

"It was my mother who spoke the loudest and accused me of cheating and said Ustman was an illegitimate child!" he continued to choke on.

"We were hit by sedition ... We're totally blind ...."

"Go!" drive Sri cut Debie's word.

"Don't be arrogant! Just got on Hajj ...."

"Go say me!" sri Lakhi was angry.

"You're too much the same as I used to be! I won't let you trample on my pride anymore!" continue with big eyes.

"Your son has Hajj ... Doesn't exist ...."

"I said I forgive you, but I apologize ...."

"No to return to be your family. Please, let us be happy!" continues asking.

There was a clear wound in Sri's view. Hardi and Debie felt the woman's pain. Debie still wants to insist. But Hardi pulled him into the car.

"Pa, let Mama talk to Sri!" shout Debie.

"It's ma ... already!" hardi shouted at his wife.

"He no longer calls us Mama and papa!" lirih continued.

Debie sobbed, a big mistake had closed the opportunity for them. All just because of selfishness and looking down on someone because of his name.

"We don't have a second chance, Ma" Hardi said in tears.

While inside the house, Sri sat on the floor. He pressed his chest tight. Tears poured down her cheeks. Arif, Sania and Ustman came and hugged their mother.

"Bus ... Janan nayis Bu," said Sania lirih.

"City Pu ... Anan ayis!" Ustman.

The four different ages embraced and cried together.

Seriate.

When there is no more opportunity. In fact, humans are only given two choices in their lives.

endure or forget.

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