The Samawa Till Jannah
Season 3 - Episode 85
Aksa, the man is still confused by the treatment of his father who is still silent not budging. The coffee was still in his hand, suddenly his papa hands floated and threw a glass containing coffee that was still half.
Aksa was surprised and gaped a bit wide, seeing the action shown by his papa. Aksa had just remembered, he ducked down slowly. His body slumped on his face which still held back his emotions. Still overflowing just like that, red eyes that are now back present. His face was never the one whose name could be so angry.
The coffee water and the broken glass that has not formed the glass is below, on the grass. Aksa cursed himself, he stared down. He did not dare to look at his papal eyelids.
His papa legs almost floated to step on his son's back, so dampened the emotions from earlier. Now that it had just overflowed, his papa was furious again as a result of him neglecting.
Aksa fell down, he almost kissed the foot of his papa wrapped in sandals that the price was not kidding. Emang no son and father of his collection with items that are fantastic prices.
The old man had his teeth chuckling and chuckling which gave a goosebumps.
The gentle breeze seemed to be more afraid of the anger of the person who was there, wanting to torture his son. He looks embarrassed to show himself.
The man showed his hand, stretched out to help and in fact the man clenched his hand then punched brutally into his son's face but before that there was a female voice shouting at them both.
The two men suddenly found and saw a woman who drained clear liquid that descended with a swift walk towards them.
The woman's steps were shaken and looked sharply at the two who were looking at each other, but the two men seemed unconscious and the woman had wanted to stop in fact they were comfortable to beat each other.
Will not care about women who are pregnant and educate their sons even though it is only a memory, but heaven remains on the soles of the mother's feet if this son is married and lives a household life.
“Pah, son. Stop it!” sharp woman with a hoarse voice due to too long to soak the pain wrapped finally opened again.
Yes, her husband has a disease that will be less likely to heal and it all suffered enough psyche to shake his body so if the emotions he can not dim it will just explode.
His son was bleeding fresh blood from his mouth and nose, but today the day is said to echo takbir and chant takbeir until tomorrow. However, two people who are none other than papah and children even quarrel.
“Nak tomorrow morning eid prayer, can not be pah.” Lerai Mamah Aksa who was still holding the hand of papah Aksa and mamah Aksa grimaced, the sound escaped making the two men who had aged was certainly worried.
They both approached the maamah Aksa. But, there is a rejection from Mamah Aksa. Mamah Aksa curled up on the rocks, the fact that they are indeed a family that is not as happy as people say on TV.
The reality is that they are truly a dysfunctional family.
“Pah, I said papah can take care of papah's emotions. It is not good if papah still injures papah's own son, papah's own flesh blood.” Angry Aksa mamah a little high tone, Aksa also slumped down. Help her to stand up.
His mother received a helping hand that was exposed to the spurts of blood from his mouth earlier, a little he was cursed by the ring used by his own papa.
Mamah and Aksa now stood up, the eyes of the man who was staring slightly down was like afraid that the woman who should have accompanied half her life would leave her.
Aksa, the man stared at the cruel papa that never named hurt his own mother's heart as a child will certainly protect his family to remain sturdy into a happy family.
“Yes, mah .. sorry papah--” those eyes again shed tears and dark eyes that used to stare with a murderous gaze now like a baby who was asking what it was with its own mother.
The man's long steps quickly and nimble equalled his wife's steps and stopped in a slightly rough pulling way, “You are nothing but. You are old and old! If you don't want to have a problem, don't make a problem!” he snapped his own wife with a burst of fruit coming out of her mouth.
Not polite!
Aksa who was behind was watching the two people who seemed silent as usual who exchanged information and exchanged conditions, that was all they discussed when at home. Therefore, Aksa never set foot in his papa house again.
The worst memories are not for the best memories.
Aksa was flinching there, he did not want to mediate or be the most hurt person and he just went from there. Because for a long time it can break his head, not to mention later he can sleep or not.
The man had never had his name shut his eyes quietly lately, but Aksa does not blame for the birth of his child, he is still wrong as a father who must accept his baby especially with his own seed.
Papah Aksa was jolted as the thin, veined hand lightly rolled onto his firmly-tailed cheek.
“Mah,” look sharp eyes he dominates now and mamah gaped not believe what he did, he never denied everything. She does not want to be a bad wife to her husband. But, this is the real relita she first put her hand on the cheek, her husband said.
“P-ppah, mmamah apologize.” Mama said in a stammering tone, her tongue seemed upside down and she looked at her husband's bead who was interested in slapping him back.
“Mamah able to kok pah,” mamah pulled the hand of papah and Aksa who heard that he could not actually want to step away leaving the two people fighting in his home.
His home was also a victim of Kdrt.
Where they are old age does not want age.
Find a soul mate where else, if not return to God.
Aksa clucked, actually his body feels crumpled. He wanted to immerse himself into the pool, meditate with warm water so.
Let it be quiet, but hearing that he turned around and stepped back to where it came from. “Mah, reward. Already!” the serious look released by his son and the fragile eyes of his mother looked at his son who was not far away with them both.
Disappointed if she is already an evil, light-handed wife.
Mamah also let go of papah's hand, just delosor right on top of the gravel rock. Aksa who tastes a little grimacing, must be sick.
Aksa stared at his papa as a sign, he hissed as his papa remained unmoved to help his own wife. Finally, with the rest of his strength, Aksa wants to be in the case of an ungodly child if this is the situation forced.
Aksa pulled his skinny hand and his mama's hand was cold.
“Mah, don't be! Mama didn't pantes make it, it's all my fault. Not wrong mama.” Aksa assured.
Aksa's eyes were tired in fact, but the problem wasn't finished yet.
“Silence son, mamah want to talk to your papah. Let's be aware,” for a moment what the fuck. He had just misunderstood, Aksa raised her smile.
Her mother lied this time, her acting drama is quite slick to play.
“Lah don't want to beg! Ck, same drama. Drama gini not good mending us sorry’an!” exclaim Aksa so that they can forgive again, not continue this problem that will be more complicated.
Aksa raised the corner of her eyebrows next door, looked at her lowered papa and Aksa looked at her papa. Then he stepped his feet towards the papa, his papa raised his head to see Aksa who was smiling widely.
Signs everything is okay.
His son seemed to stretch out his hands to ask into his arms and his papa nodded, not feeling the clear liquid escaped down just like that.
“Sorry,” squeaks his papa with his hoarse voice.
“Iya, not useful also if extended. Later to be a toll instead,” a little laugh. Aksa can indeed melt the situation, he does not want to complicate the increasingly complicated problems and will not be able to achieve his goals first.
“Pah, mah...” call Aksa by giving room to cuddle.
They came closer and they hugged each other.
Mamah and her papa coded, it seemed like they would be ignorant but Aksa had already caught that view so he was ready to run.
However, it again failed when his swift papa hand prevented.
“Hayo where to go?”
“You're still a son of papah sama mama, son. So, mamah same papah will be there for you.” Speak mamah and papah together.
“Hm yes, what child? Animal children, it is not so if it wants to be a child mamah same papah aja.” In an unusual tone, they chuckled and Aksa hugged them. His burly hand was coiled to the waist of the two middle-aged men.
“Iya-iya, son of mama lah.” The papah is accompanied by a small ruckus and papah rubs his son's hair that has fallen apart.
“Mah this you know papah berantakin hair spoiled child mamah,” said Aksa interspersed with his potent tone and tighten his embrace to mamahnya, both hands around his waist mamah.
“Fuck!” Mama exclaimed, his sharp eyes were staring at the papah and papah's hands stopped.
“Mah, reward. Happy, later if you leave. Don't cry if I'm going to cry, one must be sincere to nenangin me.” Said Aksa in a brazen tone, but he should strengthen one of his parents if one of them left the world forever.
Lately I've been having nightmares about both of my parents.
He does not want to lose, he is an only child and a spoiled child papah equally mama, even though he stands alone with his feet. Since adolescence he never met his parents and at graduation there were no parents with him.
When the adult man was successful, none of his parents motivated him and gave support behind him, giving encouragement.
Aksa did not want to bring back, now in front of a lot that he had to face. Moreover, he has become a father, must the man do as well as possible and observe the development of his own son until marriage though.
“Pah, I'll go to the room first. Jagain mamah later ilang, confused papah!” joked Aksa and they just answered a smile.
Aksa had lifted his feet from here, they looked up at the brightly lit sky. The stars surrounded the bright sky, there was not a hint of cloudiness.
“Pah, he said Aksa should be happy. The promise of happiness always until death picks us up pah.” said mamah and papah took the hand of mamah.
Smear every mama's fingers.
Papah smiled widely and kissed mamah's forehead. Aksa who had not yet returned to the room from the glass door smiled, he wanted to watch.
Happiness is always a mah, pah. I can't be a good boy to you, sorry.
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Alright this is it?
Hehhehe, that is quite not actually not really but make tomorrow saia up at least two thousand more words but it does not feel like it is over tomorrow🤭.
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