The Thorny Journey
Abah is home

Azham and Hafiz ran towards his father to stand, Faizal's hands kept wide open waiting for the body of his son who wanted to hug him, had long since Faizal did not feel like this atmosphere, the loss of a child is hard on any parent, but a father can hide his sadness, but not for a mother.

"Where is that? it's been a long time to go home again, Daddy don't love us anymore huh like Rasya's sister who's gone?" the tutelage of his smallest child undermines the harsh nature of his male soul.

Without Faizal noticing her tears falling on her cheeks, she was so cruel to her child all along, but if his ego always refutes his desire to give enough to his small family.

" You have to work, son, so you can't always be with you." said Faizal flatly.

Yana and her parents just watch their behavior from afar, they just returned home to visit Rasya's tomb, Yana every day crying, the end of her Abah Yana whistling brought Yana to the tomb of her son, Yana, to make the miss a little treated.

" Here you go Faizal?" yana's greeting Abah to Faizal who was still hugging his son Hafiz.

Azham who had been a little as much as already understood the situation only heard the conversation of adults. Faizal held Hafiz to bring her into the house, Yana who had already entered only silently without asking anything to her husband Faizal.

In the living room already sitting together, Abah Yana took this opportunity to talk seriously with Faizal, Abah did not want the incident that befell his granddaughter will repeat itself, again, although it was written the time of death to pick up but it was as an experience to pay more attention to the situation of children.

" Faizal! Want to ask you something?" abah's voice is as strong as his shoulders carry the burden he wants to bear.

" Yes Abah! What would you ask?" sahut Faizal with his soft voice.

What might Faizal want to change after seeing the state of his children and his wife who was left so far, even Faizal considers them a burden for Faizal.

" Abah wants to know and ask you, are you still able to take care of Abah's children and grandchildren? if you can't get them back to Abah, Abah will take good care of them." Abah's voice stammered.

Abah Yana had known about Yana's situation all this time, Yana had never told Abah about her family problems, because Janna did not want her Abah to know about Faizal who had never provided Jana properly, more Yana can not forgive, Faizal can cut spending rations at home, just to buy drugs for his son Rasya.

" I still have Abah, I promise after this, I will provide Yana and the children with proper support" Faizal said seriously.

Abah Yana who believes in Faizal completely just mouthed with his words, while Yana who knows how the attitude of Faizal actually can not answer anything.

Let Faizal want to talk anything to his Abah, Yana's life remains like this, after this Yana can work, looking for her own money for the needs of her children.

Abah's return to his residence was so felt, for Yana during this time Yana lived with Abah and her Mak at home, they had returned home again to where the Yana family had been staying.

" Yana! Brother get out first huh? Brother wants to go first in the place ngojek, later in the afternoon or evening Abang came home" Faizal told Yana.

Yana did not give any reaction, Yana's gaze was empty towards the front of her house, since her son died Yana as if there was no more spirit to live, as if, every day of her work Yana sat daydreaming while crying over the departure of her son.

" Yana!" call Faizal again, "Why are you, now how cold is that?" Faizal did not know how to be struck by Yana's soul by losing a child in his own lap.

Yana herself how to witness for herself in front of her eyes how when her son is sakaratul want to pick up her child, Yana just thinks her child is just an ordinary belch, but, what her child often takes out on a typical day, Yana doesn't know it's the last breath her child takes out.

It was that incident that made Yana always cry, there was no family nearby beside Yana, when Yana got a very big test, she said, when it's just her aunt who both don't know or understand anything.

" What do you want me to look like, Faizal bang? you want me to smile all day, you want me to laugh for no apparent reason, which one do you want?" Yana spoke so long.

Faizal was shocked by his wife's behavior, before Yana never denied anything Faizal said, today Yana has a different attitude to her.

Faizal no longer care about the question Yana, the more answered the greater their quarrel later, Faizal headed to the motorcycle that had been faithfully accompanying his ngojek, the greater their quarrel, and the greater their quarrel, not in the heat or rain.

Yana glances at Faizal who has gone off on his motorcycle, the longer her husband's body is lost from her sight, now Yana's attention turns again towards her child who plays in front of her.

" Pity you Hafiz, no more playmates, you are sad Rasya's sister is not there?" even though Yana's child is four years old, but her child has spoken fluently.

Hafiz who was engrossed in playing cars stopped for a while to look at her Umi who always flowed tears on the cheeks, heavy heart Yana released the sudden departure of her child, who was not happy, what else does his son go for ever in his own lap.

" Atok said Umi, Rasha's sister has played in heaven, so Hafiz is not sad, Hafiz also wants to be like Rasha's sister who can play in heaven, Umi wants to come?" yana's son's words made Yana even sadder.

Soon in the hug and kiss her child, in her heart Yana, "give my children a long life, give health to my baby, too, give me the flexibility to accept your big test, it's good for me to find halal sustenance for my children." inwardly Yana continues to hug her child while crying.