The Thorny Journey
Faizal's home

Not to mention Yana's eyes have been reddened holding back a sebak, tears flowing profusely on her cheeks, Yana reminiscing about the twists and turns of her life with Faizal, every day full of sadness, she said, but Yana never complained, it was all for the sake of her children in order not to lose the figure of a father figure in her childhood.

" It used to be every day he came home Abah, but since he worked in his village he did not come back again." Yana honest to her Abah.

The day went on in the afternoon, the sun increasingly drowned its rays, Yana's dark house was now brightly exposed to the light of the lamp that had been in the life of her son Azham, Azham, Yana is still in the brink of sadness not caring about her surroundings, what else her child, whether she has eaten or not, which Yana knows sitting daydreaming all day while crying for hours.

that's what Yana's activity is now.

somewhere else....

Faizal was still as usual, as there was nothing to happen, he every heart sat hanging out in the coffee shop in the corner of the village, from morning until night.

"Faizal ! you don't go back to his wife's house, you don't think what your wife is, you are strong is your wife's spirit!" tutut his friend Faizal in a coffee shop that is usually made to hang out.

the coffee shop is at the end of the village, all the activities in the shop do not disturb other residents, what else if the whole season of the stalls screaming - screams of loyalty, as well as Faizal.

" let me, all this time I have survived the same Yana because my little boy, now he does not exist, there is nothing I can defend again." faizal said again to his friend.

In the wallless stall has free WiFi facilities, Faizal can sit for hours playing his game there, if hungry he will go home to his brother's house in the village.

" If you don't like people any more, it's better to let Faizal go, let him find his own happiness." advises Faizal again.

Faizal who was focusing on his device looked up his head towards his friend earlier, with an angry face, then Faizal woke up while pointing his finger at him.

" What's your business? do you like Yana?" snatched her in the stall.

the person in the warung was surprised by Faizal's behavior, was like a drunk, did not know the meaning of polite karma, his friend was just silent, he did not expect it to be like this.

" i just tell you, don't know until you're this angry" said his friend, bowing shyly.

He was ashamed of the people in the shop, Faiza who had been in the salute of emotions directly out of the stall, her legs running fast towards the road.

" just busy other people's household affairs, take care of this here? basic male mouth lemes." Faiza repeatedly scrunched her mouth.

Faizal's house at the end of the village next door again took a long time to go home, Faizal's motorbike parked in front of his house was left alone, just left it, faizal rushed into his room, Faizal planned to go home to Yana's house today, Faizal wanted to solve the problems of both of them, Faizal did not want to be considered an irresponsible husband, Faizal thought his actions had been right as a husband and a father, only that Faizal did not support his family as the head of his other household.

" I'll make the same calculations today Yana, don't you think I'm an irresponsible husband." annoyed Faizal himself while continuing to walk towards his motorbike which was ready to take him away to the house of his son and wife.

tock..tok...

" assalamualaikum...?" Faizal knocked on Yana's door many times.

The whole yard of Faizal's house checks the whereabouts of his son and wife, nothing in sight, as Faizal's fatigue enters the house with the keys that are always on his. It used to be that Faizal took the key to Yana's house one so it was easy for Faizal to open the door of the house if he came home suddenly but Yana was not home.

klekkkk....

the door of the house in Faizal opened slowly, seen in a quiet house, the contents of the house are neatly arranged in the house, the door of the house is opened one by one, in the open room with Yana, in the open room with Yana, still seen swing her son who is still hanging in the attic of the house, Yana still can not accept the departure of her child.

Yana's mattress lying on the floor still looked neat, like it had never been touched by a human.

Next Faizal turned to his son's room, still looking the same as Yana's room, neatly untouched.

" Where do they go, why don't they exist, where do they go?" inner Faizal himself.

Faizal sat on the living room floor, his eyes looking up, Faizal's eyes twinkling as his gaze continued to stare upwards.

crutches.kruk...

Faizal held his stomach that was demo, under his tired body to the kitchen, the kitchen that had previously looked empty now the kitchen equipment is full neatly arranged on the kitchen table.

" why is there nothing here? how many days they are not home, everything is empty here, and Yana never leaves the house like this." said Faizal himself in a house that was not inhabited.

" Sir...Ma'am... Look where's Yana?" faizal asked his neighbors who happened to pass in front of their house.

The neighbor named Maryati was not far from their house, Faizal who stood far from the distance of the neighbor approached in his direction.

" Oh no look! it just so happened that brother was not at home, Yana was not at home?" ask Maryati again to Faizal who is still standing not far from her.

" Oh, I don't know! it's already then, want to wait for Yana to come home too maybe a long time." said Faizal in a slightly disappointed tone.

Faizal's steps moved towards his motorbike which was parked in the yard of Yana's house which was filled with grass, just as his legs were climbing up his legs to the top of the motor suddenly...

" Dad....