The Story Behind the Curtain
Mistakes

Official and Khafi's eyes rounded as they heard Jafar driving Erli away. Another with Erli, the circle of clear jewels had dripped and baby wet the cheeks. He did not expect that his beloved uncle would throw him out of the house.

“Paman ... t-please don't drive Erli! Erli promised, will persuade Xavier to marry Erli as soon as possible,” woo Erli with a sobbing voice.

“Enough! Get the fuck out of here! I don't have a nephew like you,” snapped Jafar with glaring eyes.

“Erli please! Give Erli some time to invite Xavier here.” Erli begged with great pity on his uncle who had been giving life advice.

“Go! I don't want to hear anything from your mouth.” Jafar shouted with all his might to the point that his voice echoed and because of that shout, all the neighbors came out looking towards his residence.

“Istigfar Kang, don't take decisions when emotional!” the official chuckled and the woman's hand stroked her husband's chest.

“You don't defend this brat! He promised to stay away from that bastard, but what? He's already violated what we banned.” The middle-aged lung man threw all Erli's clothes and bags.

“Kasianilah Erli, Dad! And where is he going these nights?” khafi with a hardened face.

“Shut! I won't change my will,” Jafar dragged Erli out of the house.

“Kang think back to your decision?” Officially holding her husband's arm.

“Iya, Dad. Don't push sister!” khafi.

“I don't care!” jafar Decak.

“Dad forgive Erli! Let him stay here,” Khafi cetus.

Jafar stared at Khafi. “Wherever he goes and what he's doing, it's none of my business anymore.”

“Kang don't do this! Remember Akang's promise to Teh Erna,” Official said with clenched jaws.

“Do not make my patience run out, and respect the decision I take.” Squeeze his forehead.

Jafar pushed Erli outside, without looking at the face of his only nephew.

Rasmi and Khafi still prevented Jafar from expelling Erli, but the man did not listen to all the persuasions of his son and wife.

“Never return to my house!” connect Jafar, “shave it.” The two middle-aged man's eyes glared.

All the neighbors stared in wonder, because Jafar was known as a patient and quiet man never they saw Jafar angry. Jafar was always friendly and always smiling, but tonight everyone saw Jafar's anger, not the least of which was to gossip the family's famous harmony.

“Why with them?” ask an old woman.

“Entah, I also don't understand!” toilet other women.

“What do not-don't the girl steal?!” sahut a veiled woman.

All women staring towards Desi, “Do not worry you!” exclaim all women with compact.

Desi smiled blandly as she got a protest from her gibah friend.

“Eh, check that out! Mr. Jafar is blocking his son and wife,” said Reny while patting the back of one of his friends.

From a small girl never saw her uncle angry, only this time and he was the trigger for Jafar's wrath.

After throwing Erli's clothes, Jafar shut the door and forbade his son and wife to help the nephew.

Erli stared at the door that had been tightly closed, for so long Erli stood there. After being satisfied looking at the house, he rushed to grab a bag and put all his clothes in. Erli walked past the headquarters of the teteh-teteh gang per gibahan.

Desi ventured to ask, “Where are you going, Neng?”

Erli replied in a choked voice, “Mau to a friend's house, Bik.”

All the gangs nodded slowly, Erli down the dark alley.

Suddenly the roar of lightning startled him and the wind blew quite fiercely, when Erli reached the end of the alley, his steps halted for a moment when he saw a group of young men who were engrossed in liquor. Not long after Erli walked back, with his PD he passed the young man who was talking.

“Hai beautiful,” greet one of the youths.

The girl continued walking regardless of the three youths who were affected by the liquor.

“Where are you going to these nights?” ask the young man with the hair.

Erli quickened his pace and the three young men tailed behind Erli. Feeling threatened, the girl ran fast and the three young men, too, came running while shouting at Erli. Along with Erli's escape the rain fell accompanied by strong winds that shook and ravaged several huts.

“Yes Allah ... Save Erli from them.” Erli prayed in between his fear.

“Get him!” tell the young man with long hair.

Hearing that remark, Erli hid behind a large tree. As the horde of youths approached, Erli shifted to the side of the tree. The girl's heart skipped a beat as if it wanted to explode and the sound of Erli's hunting breathing sounded.

When the young man was caught off guard Erli ran and entered the cow pen. Erli fell to his knees and he wept lamenting his fate which had been shattered into pieces, the girl's breath choked and her lungs as if unable to pump the Oxygen she was breathing.

The next day an old man came out of the house, his nether was wide at the sight of all his plants being destroyed and his plaque board lying on the ground.

“Sasmita, get out quickly! Let's see our little garden All destroyed,” timpal Joko, “Aduh ... What about my farm? May my cow and frangipani be fine,” said Joko as she went down the front steps of her house.

“Sasmita fast out!” yell Joko. This time the scream was so loud that the wife was quite upset.

“Why do you keep shouting?” ask the woman wearing the brown negligee.

“Jeez, who is it? What is a corpse?” The woman approached her husband who was standing not far from Erli.

“That's him. Who he is and where he came from I don't know,” Joko concluded.

Sasmita glanced at a suitcase lying just like that next to her cow.

“Kang try to check the state of the girl!” Sasmita's orders.

Joko walked up to Erli and the old man checked Erli's pulse. Joko placed her left hand on the girl's forehead and she looked back.

“Why Kang?” sasmi asked with narrowed eyes.