TOAST
* Slice 274, Sadness

Directly Dafi family geger, the neighborhood that knows also rame, neighbors come to visit Qeena who has returned home.

Because the typical community must be similar to the question, it makes Qeena more sad with all the questions from the mothers who visit her.

The question is only about why it can miscarry, whether it has to do with business that is up and running until fatigue when making cakes.

Dafi, who saw something was wrong with Qeena, asked Qeena to rest, he would meet the neighbors if anyone came to visit.

Mak Imah and Mak Nuha and Bu Fia accompanied Qeena in the room. They do not tell about the story that just happened, but instead watch pay TV, the choice of a funny channel or a light-hearted story. There were not many words between them, just looking at the TV with a blank look.

This Sunday, Dafi will return to Serang later tonight because tomorrow he has entered work. Now there is still a group of mothers who come to visit Qeena, politely, Dafi said that Qeena is resting, so he will meet the Mothers.

"Kecapean times yes Mas, try not to go down directly make cakes, find more employees for food production" said one of the visitors.

"Yes not yet our windfall Ma'am" replied Dafi politely.

"That's how could it be Mas? do not control to the doctor regularly every month? don't take the vitamins? what content is weak times" said another.

"Usually if abis miscarriage can still be flat, it can also be long again. But you're young, there's plenty of time. Lots of miscarriages, not you guys. Now we have children" another continued.

"Mom ..thank you for visiting and empathizing with our family, please pray for all of us" said Dafi trying to be patient with the Mothers' words.

"Anyway later if pregnant again. guarded tuh Mas .. mah money can be sought, if the child is windfall-rejekian. Don't worry Mba Qeenya, Mas Dafi also has his job" said another mother.

Under these conditions, as an ordinary human being, Dafi must also feel sensitive to the words of the neighbors. Finally he gave a message to the neighbors in the future.

"Bu . sorry if you rate me very presumptuous in giving advice, but hopefully a reminder as a shared learning. It is possible to visit the sick, even recommended. But we also have adab in visiting people who are experiencing disaster. Especially with the case we just passed. Our minds must be mourning too. So in the future if we visit the sick, we should come to give pleasure and relief to the sick person and his family. Because the purpose of visiting is recommended to comfort people who are sick. If you want to ask about the pain and the incident that befell may be, but it is not necessary to have to detail and judge as if the incident was the fault of the sick person. We give it back, this is the test God gave us. Try if Mothers are in the position of sick people or families, how do we feel if we are cornered with various questions and statements that make our minds more confused" said Dafi.

Those who visited felt shocked by Dafi's words, finally they came home. For those who understand it must be embarrassed, but who do not understand, they consider Dafi talk as a form of expelling in a subtle way.

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Apparently the mothers even continued hanging out in front of the house of Bu RT. Mr. RT again clean the motor in the yard.

"Mas Dafi sensi really yes, yes the name of the people who want to know why it could happen, this is even we are lectured" said a mother.

"Yes his name again grieved Ma'am. If we are in position they will definitely feel the same thing" replied Bu RT mediate.

"Yes but not everything we are taught there are sick people who dong, the impression we are not civilized" continued another.

"This is at what rame anyway?" said Mr. RT who felt called gegara babbling mother-emak.

"This is Mr. RT.. Mas Dafi is very sensitive, just now we look at Mba Qeena. All he said if the sick person is to bring pleasure and peace of heart to the family who is visited. Emang we make a riot there, the effect is how it is" a mother fights.

"Surely how can it be locked up, continue to say everything is still young ntar can have again, Mba Qeena soybean and others right?" ask Mr. RT who poultice the pattern of questions people visit.

"Yes sir .. very standard is the question" replied Mothers with rest.

"It's only natural that Mas Dafi loves rich wajangan, if I was in Mas Dafi's position would say the same thing. Now think, who is not sensitive are we the look or him? people who are in a state of grief should have empathy. This is yes I give advice also, if you do not need the village to come, enough representatives, sick people need rest. This is mah ngga, until you hire an angkot to the hospital if the sick are treated there, make together with a crybaby while huddling in angkot. Sampe tuh the same full inpatient room. Where noisy again if cool down, rich room own. That's what I don't think, in his joint shabby for the sick, have not rented the angkot ten thousand joint venture, pajan meatballs fifteen thousand. Mending kumpulin money of twenty-five thousand per person for the visitors continue to come three four people for representatives. More lightening the burden of the sick. Partially if on the nanya also do not rich journalists who are in the news, just outline just do not need to take detail. Moreover, this is suffering, the time is the same for them. I was sad and repeated the same story continuously, would not want to be inget again" said Mr. RT.

"Sir RT mah Belain Mas Dafi continues, to challenge fellow men" said Mothers.

"What does gender have to do with it? if the same business of rich mothers there is no truth. I know ngeyel. Later if experiencing the same thing he said residents ga there is empathy for disaster. If dasehatin do not want to be horrified" continued Mr. RT who finally chose to clean his motorbike rather than the same coachman debate its citizens.

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Dafi went to Serang himself, Qeena had wanted to be invited, but he did not want to. Still want to stay at home for the reason.

Mr. Shaka who came also did not want him to meet. So only met with Mak Nuha and Mak Imah on the terrace of Dafi's house.

"So the cake shop will receive orders for how many days?" ask Mr. Shaka.

"Orderan keeps opening. There are already people who help produce, Qeena video call aja ngawasin for him" said Mak Nuha.

"It's so bad you didn't want to go out of the room?" ask Mr. Shaka carefully.

"Yes ..kanya there is a burden of mind, what think of his sick Father what is it.ada sieti .. sietinya deh, ah anyway difficult his name" replied Mak Nuha.

"Usually Dafi will not let Qeena rich gini, kok tumben this time Dafinya rich silent" said Mr. Shaka.

"They are both equally disappointed, if Qeena shows his disappointment, if Mas Dafi rich try to hide. Instead of how, both sides chose silence. I dare not ask the two, worried even more sad" said Mak Nuha.

"Yes, yes, hopefully Qeena will be strong soon. Can be active as usual. The stronger the belief that what happens in our lives is the destiny of the Divine" said Mr. Shaka.

"Yes . now the important thing is that he wants to eat Alhamdulillah. Still alive, if the morning out of the room, sunbathe with Kalila, his son Mas Fajar" explained Mak Nuha.

"Not even stress later if you see a baby?" ask Mr. Shaka again.

"His power was to fight his sadness with Kalila's care. He will also take a shower. Abis shower usually Kalila sleeps again. Just returned to the room. The windows are wide open, so you can see how rich the production is. A little more quiet than usual. But we keep seeing. His name is also human yes, there are times when strong and there are times when weak" said Mak Nuha.

"Where Qeena feels comfortable. Older people should understand their condition better. The important thing is that he does not blame himself" said Mr. Shaka.

"Ga is rich. Mas Dafi also said there was nothing wrong, so no one needs to regret this incident" replied Mak Nuha.

"Means that sponge cake and bread can still order huh? if the pastry can not be" asked Mr. Shaka clarify.

"Yes . because if the pastry is still Qeena who understands it, we still have a different taste" replied Mak Nuha.

Mak Imah from just now just listen without speaking a bit. There's a message going to his HP.

"Sorry Mr. Shaka.. Mba Nuha .. I entered first" said Mak Imah pamit.

Mak Imah went into the house to the room, it seems he called someone and did not want anyone to hear.

Mr. Shaka also begs himself first, he still has a place to visit.

After Mr. Shaka left, Mak Nuha went into Qeena's room. Qeena again looked at the afternoon sky while sitting in front of the large window of her room. In front of him was a cup of warm tea, still smoke billowing from the cup. There were also her nastar cake setoples last Sunday.

"Qeena... When will this continue?" mak Nuha asked who was sitting next to him.

"Mak ..why happiness feels so lazy to survive with us" said Qeena without seeing Mak Nuha.

"May I say Qeena. You are a strong woman. Maybe God loves your son more, so now it's taken first. Be patient" Mak Nuhah said as he rubbed Qeena's shoulders.

Qeena hugged Mak Nuha, as before, she cried in the arms of her beloved Mother. Mak Nuha initially tried to make you cry, but where would you see Qeena crying in her arms.

"Mr .. when can we be happy? why don't we just live together forever, so we don't need to do a lot of bitter gini-rich things. As bitter as before, at least we are the only ones who fuss. Not rich now, we have to think about other people" said Qeena.

"Don't that ah .. instead of the presence of Mas Dafi in our midst changes our lives a lot to be happier? What you have now is worthy of Qeena's gratitude. Not ashamed of God? many blessed fortune, a good husband, a husband's family who can accept you, the business you dream of can be realized, now everything is easy for you. Just poked a little bit the same God is rich never happy. Do not see ourselves most miserable if we are hit by problems" recalls Mak Nuha.

"We shouldn't have to bring Mak Imah here, Iyus sir shouldn't need us to know Mak... Why are they present if only to destroy the happiness that we arrange slowly" said Qeena release.

"Why? what happened to Qeena? why can you say this? try the same story mom. Does it all have something to do with Imah and Mas Iyus? what are they asking for?" pinta Mak Nuha who knows enough how Qeena who likes to hide her feelings to look good.

Qeena drank some warm tea water first, then wiped her tears with a tissue. He rushed towards his bed and sat down leaning back. Mak Nuha pulled the bench near the bed.

"What do you want to tell .. Does Mas Dafi know?" ask Mak Nuha.

Qeena shook her head.

"Tuesday, Qeena will go to the new cake shop, the new wholesale Mak. Mother was invited to not want to come, finally the same Mak Imah and Mas Anto went. After lunch, we met with the Mak Imah family group" open Qeena.

Mak Nuha focused more on listening to her daughter tell her stories.

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Mak Imah approached the table which was not far from where they were sitting, while still waiting for food. The table in the room non smoking and air conditioner seemed full of people. Mak Imah kissed some people's hands and Mak Imah's hands were kissed by small children.

Not long after, Mak Imah returned and invited Qeena to meet the people at the table who had Mak Imah approached.

Both of them entered the room.

"Rpa .. Ms. .. This is Qeena .. his son Imah" said Mak Imah introducing Qeena.

Everything on the table, his eyes turned to Qeena. Qeena spread her smile. Many had shown a face of disbelief that Qeena, the abandoned child, was now in front of them.

"Qeena .. This is Mbah you .. Mother's parents" know Mak Imah.

Qeena was startled for a while, but Qeena hurriedly kissed her Mbah hand. But what he found was not as beautiful as a shadow. His father Mak Imah pulled his hand, did not want to shake hands with Qeena, as well as others.

Qeena was stunned, finding herself unacceptable to her family Mak Imah.

"We eat here yes, later the food is delivered here, let Mas Anto eat alone at the table earlier" take Mak Imah who went straight out to the cashier table to tell the waiter so that the order is delivered to a non smoking room.

Qeena felt alien in her own family.

"So this is his son in that jerk? beautiful, but the blood flows from a man who smears the face of our family" said his father Mak Imah.

Qeena was silent while half-descending.

"So, are you now hanging out with you?" asked his father Mak Imah.

"Ya Mbah .. not hitchhiking, like a child living with parents. That's how I define it" Qeena replied trying to be polite.

"You are rich said Imah" continued his brother Mak Imah.

"My husband is just a regular country man, I also open a small cake shop, do not know also how to judge us, rich or not depending on the assessment of people with our condition like that" said Qeena.

"Persis how to talk rich Mr. his ancestors. A crazy person who has ruined my son's future while throwing dirt on our faces. You talk about long convoluted pake" said Mak Imah's mother.

Mak Imah is queuing up in the toilet.

"Originally you know yes .. several times I asked us to introduce you to the family. But sorry.we don't glare treasure, the family's good name above all else. We are still half-heartedly accepting Imah back to the family, let alone you who are clearly the source of this disaster" said his Father Mak Imah.

"Sorry Mbah . instead of me presumptuous. Why was that mistake made to me? when the incident happened .. wasn't I still in Mak Imah's stomach?" qeena replied confusedly.

"Yes because your presence brings shit. This is the most beautiful woman in our family, our hope because we will be betrothed to rich people and good families. But instead fell in the arms of that jerk. Now you take your mother away, never step foot in our house again. Ngeyel really, it has been thrown away because the beggars want to be admitted son" said his father Mak Imah.

The eating atmosphere is tense. Mak Imah seems to be enjoying her lunch, but Qeena feels uncomfortable with every meal in her mouth. Finally, Qeena just looked at the food on her plate because her appetite had evaporated somewhere.

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On the way home...

"Alhamdulillah ya Qeena .. Mother's family can meet you. We will play sometime to Mbah's house. Slowly they will accept it too. Mother also used to be that, once expelled, continue to be accepted on the terrace, long time can enter really" said Mak Imah full of joy.

"Yes Mak" replied Qeena bitterly holding back her lips.

"You sick? how come suddenly the word gini passionate, why?" ask Mak Imah.

"Maybe cape aja Mak" replied Qeena, leaning her head lightly and gluing it against the side door glass of the car.

"Yes Allah .. must be how this .. Mak Imah really hopes to hug her parents again, if still with me, her parents will certainly not be able to accept. But if released so, are sure they will accept Mak Imah one hundred percent. If Mak Imah stay away again, when can be filial with parents? Besides Mak Imah has no family, later even travel rich first again, where the heart sees him hard again. Not to mention the health problems of Mr. Iyus who makes the head dizzy. Why, O Allah, in their increasing age, do you give such a serious problem. As a child, even though it was thrown away, it still could not bear. Want to say the same Mas Dafi, how it feels even later added to the burden of thought for him. Mas Dafi is also preparing all the necessary reports as it relates to the KPK's examination of indications of corruption in various regions for yesterday's economic survey. The cake shop must also be supervised one hundred percent .. yes Allah .. it is desirable to have a white flag. Why must another Qeena bear this burden O Allah .." said Qeena in his heart.

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"Why do you all feel anxious yourself? isn't Mas Dafi here all week with you, why isn't he suspicious of your attitude?" ask Mak Nuha.

"Qeena who pretended to be happy in front of Mas Dafi, hence the production abis, Qeena went straight to the store, crying alone upstairs. Confused Mak" replied Qeena.

"They haven't accepted you since Qeena. If they accept it, you will not be difficult to buy milk. They come when your aqiqah, the rest never comes. Let alone the person, the parcel for you never came. That's Qeena, why you're still going back and forth, take you to them. Imah is also the same, several times asking for consideration Mas Dafi and Mother, but not yet the moment. God has found you with a different story. Now the choice is yours Qeena. It also does not guarantee that I am happy when I am with them. Imah was actually wasted, if we came just rich guests, rich not family" said Mak Nuha.

"Makanya Qeena is confused Mak... Mak Imah really wants the family to accept the past, but the shame and disgrace that arises when the past can not be avoided so" said Qeena.

Qeena's phone rang, Mak Nuha took it off the table. Qeena received the call and at the loud speaker.

"Qeena. please Qeena .. please" cried Nyai.

"Heyai .. Why Nyai .. Try to calm down first Nyai" said Qeena.

Mak Nuha took away Qeena's HP.

"Neh .. This is Noah .. Why Nyak?" ask Mak Nuha slowly.

"Iyus ngamuk Nuha. all dishes are banted, Rida was just wanted to check. Now again the same picket citizens. Earlier ran up a tree while screaming" Nyai's story while crying.

Mak Nuha was shocked by the story of Nyaknya Iyus.

"I'm sorry Nyak . Now it's night, we may not be there. Qeena will also be recovering" Mak Nuhah cut.

"Emang Qeena why?" ask Nyai confused.

"Nyak's Miscarriage." replied Mak Noah slowly.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun, who is patient, yes Qeena" Nyai said.

"Yes Nyai" said Qeena.

"Nyak .. Now the plan is Mas Iyus to be taken where?" ask Mak Nuha.

"You know about Noah .. I know you know again. If he was brought into the house he was raging again how? he's again picketed on the porch" Nyai's fight.

"We'll call again. Want a discussion first with Mas Dafi" middle of Qeena.

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Qeena called Dafi, told him what had happened and asked for direction from Dafi. Dafi asked Qeena not to think about it, then Dafi directly call to Nyai.