THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST
Randi's Confession
That night, on the porch of a house owned by one of the residents in one of the villages, the tense atmosphere was felt by three people who were sitting in chairs that were there. Two men of different ages stared at a woman with different tensions, while the woman stared hatefully at the young man in the place.
If the old man called uncle seems tense out of curiosity over the question his nephew is asking, unlike Randi who is tense because his crime will be exposed by a woman who is currently smiling cynically with all the anger that returned to turbulence after she endured her own pain for several years.
"Tell Uncle, who has defamed you?" the familiar man called Iksan slightly urged the nephew. "Simply what a man would destroy your marriage."
Elizza smiled wryly. His mind bounced back to the incident where one day before his happy day, it suddenly fell apart because of a false story with engineered evidence. Though the ijab waiting for twelve more hours will be done. But all that failed, the bridegroom and her family just decided to cancel the wedding.
"I, Sir. I'm the cowardly man who ruined Eliza's marriage" Randi finally had the courage to admit it. The middle-aged man who had been staring at the nephew immediately turned his head with a wide gaze.
"What!" pekik Iksan was so loud.
Randi looked down and nodded. "I'm that guy. The man who ruined your nephew's marriage."
bough's!
Brak!
A blow from a clenched hand landed perfectly on Randi's cheek until the young man fell down on his chair. Despite being old, Uncle Iksan's power was still able to knock down the man. Eliza who saw san uncle was going to vent her emotions immediately held the man.
"Take off, Eliza, let go! Such a man should indeed be taught a lesson!" shouted Uncle Iksan loudly until the wife who was in the house immediately came out.
"Don't do it, Uncle. Don't dirty a praman's hand for a guy like that!" eliza's reply was as strong as possible to hold the body of the uncle who continued to rebel.
"Geez! what's up?" screeched Uncle Iksan's wife with his surprised face as soon as he walked out of the house.
"That's, Mom, the jerk who ruined Eliza's marriage. How dare he show his face," exclaimed Uncle Iksan with all his unstoppable emotions.
"What!" the wife squealed and she looked at the man who was struggling while looking down. "You!"
"Thank me, Mother, father, forgive me. I did it all because I love Eliza," Randi tried to explain.
Dagh's!
"Patience, sir, patience" the wife held her husband's body.
"You can be patient, Mom! How dare he ruin someone's life without feeling just out of love? Does he not have any brain? Lookie! as a result of the child's actions, look!"
"Mother, you know, sir. Mom knows. But you don't get emotional like this. Shame on the neighbor," hardik his wife then he turned to look at Randi who was still sitting on the floor. "Whoever you are, mending you is currently gone. Please, don't make my husband more emotional because of your existence."
Randi looked up at the three people who were also staring at him. "I won't be home until I'm forgiven, Mom."
"It's true that you're looking to die!" shouted the uncle.
"Pending you home, you want to embarrass my uncle!" now Eliza who snapped at Randi to the point of not wanting to, Randi also slowly got up.
"All right, I'm home. Sorry for making a scene at my dad's house. I'm sorry for ruining your marriage, too" with Randi's shaky steps leaving the terrace for her bike. Not long ago, the commotion in front of the house also subsided with Randi's departure.
On the same night, a tense atmosphere also occurred inside a house, in a different village. The clock on the wall had shown at ten o'clock in the evening, but the whining sound of a successful boy made the three occupants unable to sleep soundly. The boy whined with his eyes closed shortly after he fell asleep
"Dad huhuu .. ayahh huhuu .."
"Is Reyhan dreaming of his father, Mbi?" asked the old man with his worried face.
"I don't know, sir, maybe yes," replied Arimbi as he continued to hold his nimang son who was still whining.
"God, have great pity on you, granddaughter of grandmothers," said Ms. Farida. "Had your father been responsible, your fate would not have been like this, dear."
Arimbi was silent. Although he knew by now the father of the child seemed to have acknowledged Reyhan's whereabouts.
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