The Heart of Old Menjakaka
309. Zolim on the flesh's own blood
"What is this, sir? How do you stand in front of my son's grave?" tian asked as he looked at the five fathers.
Three of them wore black jackets while the two wore plain short shirts. It's white and blue.
The five of them immediately turned to Tian, Nissa and Juna.
"So this father is the father of this late baby, sir?" ask one of the men in a black jacket.
"Rubber. I'm his father, why is he, sir?" Tian looked towards Tina's tomb.
"It turns out your son was buried on the property of my boss, sir." The man gave Tian a piece of land letter. He read it straight away. It turned out to be true, it was already on behalf of someone else even since 10 years ago. Totally insane according to Tian, Fira could bury her son in the land owned by people without the permission of the owner.
"This is the property of his family, but Father, why bury it in the land of the people? Why not go somewhere else?" ask the other guy in the jacket.
"Sorry, Sir. But I'm not the one who buried my son here. But my ex-wife, I don't know anything" Tian replied honestly.
"Tomorrow you must buy land, because this land will be used by my boss. The grave of his son in Tangerang had a landslide, so he will move it here" suggested the man in the jacket.
"So that means my son's grave has to be moved?" ask Tian. The three men in jackets nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Let's move it later we, sir," said the man in the blue shirt. "Me and my friend ...." He stared at the man in a white shirt. "Bomb digger."
"But it's a pity that he has to be moved." Tian stared at the tombstone. It's heartless if the tomb is to be dismantled, pity.
"We just buy the land how, sir?" Nissa opened her voice. And made the three men in jackets stare at him.
"Sorry, Mom. This land belongs to the family, and coincidentally ... on his left right side is also the grave of my boss's family." The man showed some eating around Tina's grave with his thumb.
"But pity me, he's still too small. Only 7 months after birth," said Tian.
Tian was silent for a moment to think. And after a few minutes he nodded slowly. "Yes, but not tomorrow, sir. Just day after tomorrow. Tomorrow is my son's birthday." Swiping Juna's back. He certainly remembered his promise, if Juna wanted to spend time together with him. "I'm kind of busy and I want to see my son's grave demolished."
"Yes, no problem. But really the day after tomorrow, sir?" ask the jacketed man. Tian nodded quickly.
"Tomorrow you call me if you want to hire our services." The man in white shirt handed Tian a rectangular piece of paper. It was a business card.
"Yes, sir." Tian nodded and pocketed the paper into his pocket.
"Yes already then. Excuse me, sir, Mom. Good afternoon" said one of the men in the suit.
"Jiang." Tian and Nissa answered him simultaneously. Then the five fathers went out from before them.
"Later moved near his grave the late Madam Nina alone, Yang. Budenya Juna's. I'll tell Papa later" said Nissa.
According to him, it was much better for Tian's son to be buried in the tomb of the Prasetyo family. Because after all, Tian was already a member of his family. Then Tina who became his son Tian was the same.
"No, no, Yang. Tina let him move near the tomb of his father Citra only. There are the tombs of Papa and my Mama as well because there," Tian said. Slowly he lowered Juna and squatted down in front of his son's grave.
"Oh yeah, that's it." Nissa crouched down next to Tian, then rubbed her shoulders. The man's face looked so sad. Nissa understood his feelings. "You must not be sad, Yang. It is no problem that the tomb was moved. This tomb is new too, right? Not a year."
Tian just nodded. Then soon he offered the do'a and sprinkled flowers and rose water up there.
He was not only sad because he felt sorry for his son, but because Fira also had the heart to do all this. 'When she's still in her belly, you don't seem to love her, Fir. Until they intend to abort it.'
'And now, after he was born and died.You have steadfastly given a final resting place in the place of the people. If you don't have any money .. But there will be me, Fir. I can't afford to buy a grave for my own son. You can be so cruel to your own flesh and blood. But he is no longer alive. Poor him, Fir, inner Tian then cried.
...Vote and the prize don't forget, insert for this novel let me spirit & 🙏...