The Story Behind the Curtain
Disdain

Erli rested at Zulaika's feet again, pleading not to be kicked out of the house.

“Erli please, let Erli sleep here tonight! Pity baby Erli, his body is still weak will the air at night.” The woman covered her hands in front of Zulaika.

Instead of allowing it, Zulaika instead insulted Erli with a voice that rose to echo throughout the room.

“Go ...!” shouted Zulaika, “I forbid you step on my house despicable woman!”

Zulaika left the living room after shouting hysterically.

“Erli said, Mom. Erli asked sincerely, halting all the food Erli ate in this house!” peekkik Erli from a distance.

The inflamed Khafi immediately embraced his sister and Rasmi headed to Khaiz's room carrying the baby out of Zulaika's residence.

Their departure is unbeknownst to Rafan who is busy with a restaurant that has experienced a fire.

“Where are my k-mistakes, Bik” asked Erli sobbed.

“Already Neng, don't cry anymore! We go back to Bandung, Neng tong ceurik deui! Deui ka Bandung,” said Official pacify Erli—sang nephew.

Khafi's jaw tightened and the man's hands clenched tightly, he was furious at Zulaika's behavior that had insulted his sister. However, Khafi was unable to do anything at the time because she knew once that her sister had lied to her husband's mother.

That's why Khafi chose silence not to act, he chose to hold back the anger that had flared burning his heart.

“Pak, entong Rafan picked up Erli. Khafi teu daek jeung sincere ningali Erli dilakukeun kitu deui! Sir, don't let Rafan pick Erli up. Khafi was not willing and did not sincerely see Erli treated like that again!” khafi said full of suppressors.

Jafar was silent, he did not answer or say a word. The old man seemed to think of something other than the events he and his family were going through at this time, this was not the first time he had been insulted. This was already the 3rd time during Erli's entry into his life.

Like a broken cassette, Jafar's memory replayed his life story once. When Erli graduated from High School where he was sneered would not be able to enter college because of poor, but in fact he went to a famous university in the city of Bandung. You can already shoot ‘kan the second humiliation they experienced, the second insult was done by Xavier and also both his parents.

Where Xavier's mother threw some money to abort Erli's womb, it was unfortunate that Erli and also his family. Insults after insults were accepted by the young mother.

What makes you keep going through this? And what mistakes did your mother's father make in life? Question after question flashed through the old man's head.

After waiting for 15 minutes the online taxi they booked has arrived. Erli slowly got into the car with his eyes fixed on the 3-storey house that he had considered his own home for the past few months.

“Bik ... s-husband Erli will definitely look for the whereabouts of Erli and Khaiz after he returns home,” great-grandson Erli as he pleased.

The official sitting next to Erli immediately embraced and stroked his nephew's head.

“That's patient Neng! God willing there is a way for us, you do not be too stressed with this event. Have mercy on your son!” official Appointments with his chin.

"Come, be more stoic going through all the trials! Aunty is sure you can get through this difficult time, there is and without Rafan's presence."

"True mother, don't worry about Al. I'm ready to be a father figure to him, you just focus on taking care of your son!" khafi advised him his younger sister.

Erli's cry was increasingly broken when he looked at the face of his innocent baby, since he was in the womb Erli—he always experienced rejection. Whether it was from his biological father, the society and also his current stepfamily.

Erli stroked and kissed the cheek of his son who was still sound asleep on the lap Official.

Forgive me, Son! I'm not a good mother to you, I've failed to be a perfect mother.

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“Assalamualaikum,” greetings Rafan while taking off his shoes.

The house feels empty even though all members of the Zulaika family gather in the living room. Netra Rafan is searching for Erli and his family members who just arrived a few hours ago.

“Have they rested, Mom?” rafan asked while putting the suitcase next to the wooden sideboard.

Instead of answering Zulaika turned his gaze away and the other relatives only he stared at Rafan flat. Their eyes raised a few questions.

“Do you guys play a game?” Rafan again asked Rania— his only female sister.

Silence, again everyone is silent not to answer even a little question.

“You why? Did I make a mistake?” The second son of the late Suprianto stood staring one by one at the faces of his relatives.

“Nia, you won't answer my question?” Rafan shook his sister's arm.

However, the girl was still silently silent a thousand languages. Feeling something strange, Rafan goes into the room hoping that the wife can answer the questions she has.

“Erli ... Where are you?” Rafan goes into the dressing room and he checks the bathroom.

His wife and child were not in the room, Rafan was still confused to check the guest room and there was no one inside. The items Erli's uncle and aunt brought were also clean and not left at all, in a panic Rafan ran out into the living room filled with his family.

“Bu, where are they going?” Rafan pointed his index finger at the room.

“So precious that lowly woman in your life!” zulaika protest glared at her son.

Rafan's forehead shriveled at the statement coming out of his mother's mouth.

“What do you mean, Mother? Who do you call a lowly woman?” rafan said while researching everyone's faces.

“The woman you brought home and the one you told me was a respectable girl from a good family. Who in fact gave birth to that bastard child in this house!” furious Zulaika.

“Istigfar Ma! Are you aware of what Mom said?” rafan told his mother.

“Rafan ... Erli has lied to you,” said the Goddess who sat in the corner.

Rafan looked away at the aunt.

“He didn't lie to me, Tan.”

Zulaika is getting angry to see his son defend the woman he hates.

“Quite Rafan! I don't want to hear his name in this house. Haram for you to say his name and also that bastard son!” zulaika beaver with his hand that kicked against the table.

“Authoric child?” Rafan looked at his mother, “then, how about Rafan, Bu?” Rafan shows a flat face that holds a mystery.