The True Love
faucet is broken

Nek Suni was crying on the edge of the bed. He never expected his grandson to be rude. Just now, Lusi, who was still a second-rate SMU, clutched his arm tightly. It hurts so bad. He was dragged from the yard and thrown into a room. His frail body trembled in light of Luci's actions.

"Basic of senile people! Out of the house through the window?! Think, dong!" snapped Lusi while sticking the index finger to his own forehead.

Nek Suni lowered her head as Lusi flashed in front of her. Those fierce eyes that were glaring made him nervous. "Bikin' embarrassed! Good thing it's not getting yelled at by neighbors!" The anger in Lusi's head was so boiling. While grumbling, the window of the room in the lock was tight. The curtains were closed until the sunlight was difficult to break through the room. And lastly, brakk!! Door slammed rough. Sunny crouch sedu sedan Nek Suni.

Earlier, when opening the window of the room, Nek Suni's eyes were fixed on the courtyard. He smiled at the rose that had sprouted. Suddenly his heart was moved to pluck the flower. It is not in vain to plant and care for it painstakingly. In the past, before living in the house, a patch of land in front of the window was left abandoned by the owner of the house. Not to mention the trash and dried leaf leaves are piling up there.

Nek Suni is confused. Jumping in the window is faster than going through the door. Why should Lucia be angry? Ah, children today, like to treat parents at will. His parents were wrong too. Late ngoyo worked until his son forgot to be taught manners.

Nek Suni got up from the bed. Stiffen like a thief. He did not want his movements to sound Lusi. As soon as he got near the window, he pulled out the curtains, then opened the lock latch as smoothly as possible.

The flower was still there, There was a residual dew attached to his back. The friendly sun of Sunday morning made it sparkle. Amboi, look at that rose! Gemulai dancing in the wind. A butterfly, out of nowhere, flew around in circles before perching on the lips of a flower.

The wind blows. Sending the scent of roses to Nek Suni's nose. Oh, so fragrant, sizzle Neki Suni in the heart. His hands were waving, saying good-bye, as the butterfly flew away.

The dining table is very quiet. The menu is full, but Nek Suni has no appetite to touch it. His memories shot to the village.He remembered Marto his youngest son, Sukowati his ex and his four petite grandchildren. They always take the time to eat together. Either breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It has become an unwritten obligation. Although just sitting on a pandan mat, but interspersed with small talk and joking, the atmosphere becomes more warm and colorful. Nek Suni missed those lost moments.

It's so different here. Lastri, the kenes and baffles maid, was chattering at length. He said, Mr. Handoyo, Nek Suni's eldest son, has not returned for three days. His busyness is getting denser since being appointed as a pimpro. Projects billions. Overseas debt. Nek Suni was at a loss to imagine what it would be like to take care of that kind of money. Is Handoyo not tempted by it? Astuti, his mantra who is smart to take care of the body is going arisan. Return home afternoon because of fitness. Rudi, Lusi's brother, hasn't come home yet. The band rehearsal with friends, so he said the farewell time to Nek Suni. While Lusi, I don't know where to go. If not picked up by his girlfriend just now, where dare Nek Suni out of the room. Where are the boy's eyes? thought Nek Suni was fierce as he peeked through the window. " Choose a boyfriend who looks like a delinquent."

The stomach contents that began to whimper forced Nek Suni's hand to reach for the plate. Eat it a little. I haven't lived in that house in a month, but he's not comfortable. The place is like a little hell. Free Handoyo brought him from the village but once he arrived at this luxurious house, Nek Suni actually felt like a stranger.

Handoyo's knuckles are wrinkled. Project files scattered on the table. The day after tomorrow, the ADB mission review team came. Handoyo didn't want them to find any awkwardness. His wet chair could float and his reputation must have plummeted. Do not let the carelessness of his office colleagues repeated lagl. They hunted glare saw a lot of money, to forget to play beautiful when compiling a report. Astuti and Lusi were watching the soap opera. Rudi locked himself in the room while playing the play station.

When Astuti asked Grandma, Lusi felt it was the right time to open his mouth. Flipping through the magazine, in a dim voice, Lusi asked, "Ma, why the hell, Grandma don't we just leave it in the nursing home?!" Astuti was a little surprised to hear such a question.

"Lho, why?" astuti Search.

"Mmm, we've got each other's activities. Time to take care of my grandmother is limited. Poor, right?! Unlike in a nursing home, there are nurses who are painstakingly taking care of it."

Astuti did not immediately swallow the words of Luci. His instincts said something was wrong. He asked like an interrogation. Feeling cornered, Lusi finally revealed the incident a few days ago. Astusi can not stem the laughter imagine the behavior of his in-laws. "Here also Grandma was caught drinking with a plate. Not dear, anyway?! Especially if Lusi's friend comes. Everything lectured. They just hear the grin. I'm ashamed, Ma. Where's Lusi's face?" The strands that had been hidden had been spewed out in front of their mother.

"Lusi, Grandma is old. We young people have to take care of it. Makanva, Grandma was brought here so she could rest while enjoying her old age."

"Yes! Granny who rests, we are confused," said Lusi. Astuti. If the sentence sounds like her husband, it could be a long story.

"That's it. We'll think again" Astuti replied indifferently. The advertising is over. He did not want to miss his favorite soap opera.

The soul of Nek Suni as slashed sembilu. How bitter is his fate now. At the age of twilight, it is like garbage. So everyone's benalu. Everything he does is always wrong. And now, his own flesh and blood could throw him into a nursing home. Nek Suni nelangsa. la remembered his old colleagues who had long gone. Why has God not yet taken my life, Nek Suni groaned in his heart.

One day, the Handoyo family was in an uproar. Nek Suni is missing. Neighbors around the house are planted one by one, maybe someone sees it. But, all just shakes. Handoyo was afraid of making it. Family members and police were contacted. In such cruel times, the streets of big cities are like the mouths of hungry tigers. Crime can happen to anyone indiscriminately. Nek Suni is certainly an easy prey for criminals. Moreover, he did not know the ins and outs of this city.

Two days later, at about seven in the evening, the phone rang. Handoyo hurried to pick him up. The speaker button is pressed so that others can hear. They hold their breath. Hope the phone this time brings news about Nek Suni. They guessed who called. From the police station, from the kind-hearted person who had found Nek Suni, from the family, or the kidnapper who asked for a ransom..

But, all the bad shadows were dashed as soon as Marto's voice sounded across the street. Apparently, it's interlocal from the village.

"Mom's home, Bang"

"Huh? Going home? When?"

"So afternoon, the police were escorted. We were shocked to see it."

"Huh?! Police-delivered?"

Handoyo. Astuti, Rudi, Lusi, and Lastri turned their heads in unison towards him. They don't believe. How can people as old as Grandma and they think they are senile, be able to go home alone to Marto's house far across the island there. Then, the police escort? What the hell is he doing?

There was Marto's laughter. Nek Suni got lost in the minal, he continued. Fortunately there was a policeman who drove Nek Suni to the house. Handoyo shook his head while exhaling a sigh of relief.

"Try you mother, why use the show to stop all? We're here in a daze, worried about anything happening to Mom."

"Already, Mas. Originally momma was silent. But after being persuaded by Suko, just wanted a story. He said he misses the same rose in the village, Mas. Hence, Ibui went straight home without saying goodbye." Handoyo was amazed to hear the almost absurd reason.

"Hello... Mas Handoyo.. hello?!"

"Eh, yeah, yeah, I don't think you're comfortable living here."

"Oh, ndak, Mom. Hardened mother in town. But, he was happier here, while taking care of his roses" Handoyo breathed a sigh of relief. There was just something, he thought.

"Mas, I send greetings to the family there. Oya, he also has a special mandate for Lusi. He said, the roses in front of the house please take good care. Don't get broken. If it breaks, he will regret it for life. That's the message. ."

Phone handle is closed. The whole house looked at each other not understanding. Then, their gazes were simultaneously fixed on Luci, like charging an answer from him.