The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 39 Beyond the Boundaries of Patience (POV Thunder)

The sun still shows its warmth even though it is late afternoon, I just tied the grass that I got this afternoon. I'm going to raise the grass on the bike. Suddenly the sound of someone followed by the sound of motor exhaust made me put back the grass ties.

“Tur... Thunder..” Shouted Mr. Lek Gio.

Mr. Lek stopped the bike and turned off the engine of the gerandong motor, our usual designation for the special bike of the village. Because of the distinctive and large sound of the knalpon, we call it a gerandong.

“What's the matter le?” Ask Mr. Lek Gio.

“Tur, there's something you want Mr. Lek to tell me. About your mother.” Said Mr. Lek.

My eyebrows were adrift, in my heart I was back to worry, especially with my mother.

“Tur, just now your mother from home. Nawarin the garden that you now grow palm oil. He said he wanted to sell it for Yadi's wedding. Mr. Lek is worried you don't know. You know for yourself, your mother only has how many hectares, it is also all that makes a garden yes you, what if you can not get sold Tour…” Said Mr. Lek while fanning his hat, because the weather is quite hot. I had even just ordained the drink I was carrying because of the sweat pouring down.

“Mothers tell the same story I'm Mr. Lek. I spoke to Yadi yesterday. Here later there will be no event, just yasinan big family only.” Obviously I'm with Mr. Lek.

“That's it, Pak lek kahwatir already on sale. Who bothers you tomorrow too. Or if you have your money to replace if your mother really wants to sell the land.Pity if taken people, your palm fruit is good also strategic land, Tur.” Said Mr. Lek Gio.

“Related Mr. Lek, the land letter I saved. So you can't sell it without my knowledge.” Answer me.

Mr. Lek who had just set out to find grass left me alone, when I finished tying the grass or grass to eat cows, I sat for a moment under the duku tree. I see it's starting to flower. I sweat first, after that I will go straight home, usually I will go straight home because there is Sekar at home. But this afternoon my wife was going to take Umi Ayu to Ujung village. I flick the clothes that I occasionally wipe on the face. My mind drifted to later definitely arguing again with mom, because mom seemed insistent to ngunduh the ghost when Yadi got married, if the mother knows that later in her old age, the mother needs more money than to follow the prestige. I do not want to not care for my mother, but worry if my sustenance is not surfing now also the condition of the in-laws who will certainly age, all this time I almost never get too dizzy with the condition of the in-laws, but it is always busy to meet the needs of the father and mother. Yani, he lives in the city so the way he thinks is like most people in the city. Which puts forward style is not necessary. So he is never enough to meet his own needs especially to meet the needs of the father and mother.

“When you can be soft, tender love to your mother God.” Mumbles me while returning to wearing the party clothes I usually wear when going to look for grass or tap rubber.

I came home soon, but I have not yet found how to deal with my mother, I have to deal with my mother. When I just walked into the house and made coffee, my mom was already on the kitchen door.

“Mommy wants to say..!” Mother said in a high tone.

Mom sitting on one small bench or we commonly call ‘dingklik’. I felt disrespectful because I was on a chair, I went down and sat on the floor carrying down my coffee cup that I had put on the table.

“By the way Ma'am.?”I asked pretending I didn't know, I'm sure you'll talk about the land letter that will be sold.

“Mother wants to ask for the land letter you saved, which is in kkolan.” Say mother directly.

I still choose what sentence I should choose, because I was very careful not to give my bad words to my mother let alone hurt her, because if I have children later, I will have children, of course my son will behave the same as I treat my mother and father. I looked at my mother, a face full of struggle. He was chatty, hard. But she conceived and gave birth and raised me. So even though my body is bigger than my mother's, even though my mother and father now eat from my hard work, but I cannot speak carelessly, I am very careful in expressing my opinion.

“Mau mom sell, make a cost ngunduh mantu and as soon as possible. I want as much as possible kayak there, complete and the money must also be big.” Answer mom with a loud tone.

“Bu, yesterday I contacted Yadi, Tika and her parents did not ask for a big hand. Importantly legitimate, they will also not be a massive party. Here we just yasinan or later in the afternoon we invite the pilgrims hadroh mothers. Later that night let Guntur invite Rotib pilgrims to welcome Yadi and Tika home, no need to use the event ngunduh mantu.” I said to my mother, because in the village we need a minimum of 60 million money in hand for events that use entertainment or put up tents, because in our place we do not need an invitation, because we do not need an invitation, if there is a tent in front of the house and entertainment, people will flock to come alone to donate. Not that I am bragging, to be active in the organization also work in KUA, then the possibility of guests who come can be almost the entire village of the sub-district that I handle.

“No, I don't want to! I want to stay shady! It's mother and father's land! You have no right to set-up, where is the letter?” Ask mom about emotions.

“Bu, not Thunder interfered. Later if sold only mother has two hectares of rubber garden, about enough not to make the needs of mother and father everyday?” Ask me slowly and carefully.

“Owh... so you start not wanting to take care of mom and dad?!” snarl mom again.

I began to ignite, a tired body even I had not had time to feed the cow because it wanted to take a short break home from ngarit.

“Bu... Mr. Lek Gio also disagrees with the mother selling the land, it's simple. No need to participate prestige...” See me to mother.

Mother seemed silent and thoughtful, then slightly softened yet looked at me suspiciously.

“Where is the letter, I want to see. Or maybe you sell or you pawn like a circulating issue. You serve this house and pay shamans for Arum nyantet so you can't sell land! Aye right?!” Shouting mother.

I close my eyes, I take a deep breath. I even like hearing Kyai Damar say to still be polite to face mother with all her characters.

“Bu, Thunder has always tried to keep the feelings of the mother, always prioritizing mother. Even in front of Thunder, the mother often blatantly insulted and blamed Sekar, but this time! Fine, I'm going to grab mother's land... well..!” Saying with emotion, I went to the room. Arriving in front of the closet I took a map and I looked for SPH letters belonging to mother, suddenly I was shaking, I sat on the floor while tightly grasping the letter.

‘Astaghfirullah…. Forgive me rabb...’ my word. As soon as I thought of something, I came out of the room and I grabbed a match on the table.

“Mother wants to sell this land?” Ask me again to make sure.

“Iya, it's mother's right, you just take care of it!” Mother's words are full of emotion.

I turned on the match in my hand and I burned the land letter that was still SPH.

“Durhaka's son You Thunder!” Shouting mother.