TOAST
* Slice 78, Last story
The simple house with a warteg next to it is already in front of the eyes of Mak Imah. It is still the same as before, only the color of the paint has changed.
Dafi prepared to leave after Mak Imah got out of the car, but she got a call from Mas Eki. He picked up the phone before he started the engine.
"Assalamualaikum." Dafi greeting.
"Waalaikumsalam?" answer Mas Eki.
"Ngga Mas ... What's wrong?" ask Dafi.
"Danish .. You don't need to come here, Mas represents the family saying that Raisha's side can't continue this introduction" said Mas Eki in a heavy tone.
"Raisha decided this Mas?" dafi tried to stay calm.
"Yes .." said Mas Eki.
"Okay Mas .. say thank you to all the family for being willing to answer my request to get to know more closely who Raisha. Sorry too, during this introduction, there are words and deeds that I do not like. I was just about to walk there. But because Mas told you not to go there, okay ..all I say by phone, tomorrow I will leave again at a new place. Tell your parents, I apologize and ask for his prayers" said Dafi.
"Yes .. I'm sorry we are too. Assalamualaikum" said Mas Eki.
"Waalaikumsalam.." answered Dafi and put his HP in the shirt bag.
Severely felt, Dafi again swallowed the bitter pill in her relationship. Try to be firm and focused because it will bring a vehicle.
Just now Dafi will start his car. He saw a sight that made him look the same Mak Imah.
Mak Imah fell in front of her house after being pushed by a middle-aged man.
Dafi immediately got out of his car and approached Mak Imah.
"Mr gapapa?" dafi asked worriedly while helping Mak Imah stand up.
"Gapapa" replied Mak Imah while wiping her tears.
"Never inject a foot here, someone as dirty as you don't have to assume we exist" said the man.
"Sorry Imah Pak.." said Mak Imah crying while holding the feet of the Father.
"Go there" hardik his father Imah while kicking his body Imah to get away from his feet.
"Pakkk .." pinta Mak Imah while kneeling back at the feet of his Father.
"This ...your new man? hey, Denger yes, still young, I want to be the same old rich. I've run out of stock of young women in this world!" his Father said Ema.
"I'm playing with Mak Imah? I think you were wrong" Dafi said in shock.
"Why do you keep saying he's here? you're the mistress guy, right?" said the Father.
"There's a misunderstanding here. I only know Mak Imah ordinary, happened to have met on the road, I did not have the heart to see the rich road rocking that way, so I brought it here" explained Dafi.
"Wait let alone you Come, there go" hardik his Father Imah.
Imah age is only at the age of thirty-three years, but already many diseases due to a lifestyle that is not good in his youth. I even drank alcohol once. Never several times fell from the motor without ever checking the condition of his body to the doctor.
"Sorry not to interfere, I think it's good to talk about it at home, so it's not a neighbor's spectacle like this" Dafi suggested.
"Ga needs to have something to talk about again .. go there" he kicked out his father Emah.
Imah was still crying on the porch of her parents' house, the neighbors were already crowding more and more.
"Mak .. we go home first, the situation is not good for conversation" Dafi's advice calms Mak Imah.
"Yes .." replied Mak Imah resigned.
Dafi led Mak Imah into the car.
"Si Imah has a study time yes, guys on nempel same her. She used to be beautiful, it is now rich grandmothers that even though I am still old, most will change partners anyway, so peyot it" continued the other neighbor.
"Peyot because they have to be able to balance the game of the man's bed" whispered the others.
Inside the car all the crying broke again. Dafi let Mak Imah spill all her sorrow. Dafi only gave tissue to Mak Imah. After meeting a stall on the side of the road, Dafi bought two bottles of mineral water and then entered the car again.
"Drink first Mak .. let it calm down" Dafi suggested as she offered a bottle of mineral water.
"Thank you" replied Mak Imah while taking a bottle of mineral water from Dafi.
"Aren't you satisfied with Mak's cry?" ask Dafi slowly.
"I'm sorry so you were subjected to the anger of my parents as well" Mak Imah said as she wiped the rest of her tears.
"It's easy Mak, I don't care about people's judgment of me, I don't know them either. Mak .. Dafi's advice, don't go back there before all the legowo accept the past. Regardless of who is wrong, be patient waiting for the right time" Dafi said.
"Iya Mas .. This is the second time Mother was expelled when trying to make a friendship" said Mak Imah.
"Kalo emang Emak want a story and can relieve the heart, please only Mak ... Dafi is ready to be horrified" said Dafi.
"Don't you want to hear?" ask Mak Imah. Dafi nodded his head.
Mak Imah took a deep breath to calm her heart.
"It all started when Mom was lulled into the seduction of a man who looked good. She made Mom fall in love until she forgot the land. At that time, he had a wife, pregnant with his wife. I don't care about the status and disapproval of my parents. What you know is that Mom is very happy to meet him. Sampe Mum sometimes skipped school and lied to her parents just to date her. Mom's courtship style is very clear, Mother follows all her will for love. Mom was so stupid as to give up everything for him, until Mom got pregnant. Once you know your mother is pregnant, she is rich in numbers, difficult to connect. Finally, my parents knew that my mother was two-bodied. We all went to his house and held him accountable. We finally got married ... got married officially. Life is like his old wife who just lost their baby who died. Mom seems to care about the feelings of her first wife, who Mom knows how Mom's husband is always with Mom. When pregnant, you know that you are having fun without caring about the baby in the stomach. You never go to the midwife, do not take vitamins until you eat a healthy diet. Eat instant noodles, instant flour chicken and snacks on the side of the road as you like. When the child was born, the mother did not want to nyuin him because sleepy and did not want the body of the mother to be ugly because of her nyuin" story Mak Imah.
Dafi listened to the story with concentration and while drinking because it felt dry throat.
"So that every night the child sleeps with his old wife husband because Mom wants to sleep well, morning until night Mom and husband play here and here rich young people again. Enjoy the things we used to enjoy while dating. Because our economic conditions are severe, while still want to buy this, it will have to turn the brain. Mum until once sold himself just for the sake of rupiah, make fun. Apparently the husband knew and even sold Mom to rich lonely widows. But the mother who works eh she who enjoys the results. Finally, Mom ran away with her boyfriend who would accept Mom as she is. Because Mom was already in love, Mom forced her to serve ***** the demon that appeared. But back the disaster came, we raided the mother-in-law until she suffered a stroke and died. My mother ran away again. All my life I have depended on one man's embrace to another. With Mom's beauty, all can be Mom dapetin, home, motor, jewelry. Drunk to fall from the motor was not for the axe mother. Mother still lives by means of morotin rich men who are easily seduced. Until one day, Mother was helped by a famous ustadzah, Mamah Mimin. My mom stayed a week at her house. From there Mom insyaf and start trading vegetables. He's the cart and the money. The treasure that you have is finally sold, if the house you have now contracted. From the traveling trade, finally Mother can buy a house that is now selling vegetables. Mother's legs are sick, rich due to frequent falls from the motor" said Mak Imah.
"Swipe the bone Mak .. sometime check Mak. Falling rich, especially from the motorbike and repeatedly there must be an effect. Maybe it was a problem, but it was only a few years later. Especially now that I sell my own vegetables. Shop with vegetables on a motorbike and lift yourself up" Dafi suggested.
"Maybe this is the karmanya Emak Mas" replied Mak Imah.
"Mak .. Regardless of how dark the past may be, God always opens the door of repentance. Now you have set the intention to get back on the right path. Istiqomah and ask forgiveness for the past. A heart as hard as a stone can be turned by God as soft as cotton. Don't force you to meet family like that again. Berdo'a used to be a lot, slowly intertwine the friendship .. for example through a brother who Mother knows her contact. Do not immediately frontal rich earlier, also understand their situation Mak. Of course shame, anger and hate still exist to remember the past of Mother" said Dafi.
"Yes" replied Mak Imah.
"Now Mom used to focus on the same health, to the doctor yes and checked her legs. Do you want to be transferred to the hospital now?" ask Dafi.
"Go on, tomorrow Mum to Puskemas only" replied Mak Imah.
"Healthy yes Mak .. This is Dafi's business card, if there is a need to be able to connect here" said Dafi while handing over his business card.
"Thank you once again Mas .. pray'akan Mum can meet the child Mother yes" hope Mak Imah.
"Do you know the trail?" ask Dafi.
"Ngga, but Mom wants to ask the family of ex-husband, maybe they know where the village of his old wife my ex-husband. In fact, it could be those who gedein the child of the mother after the mother lived him" Mak Imah speculated.
"But be well, Mak. It could be that your child also keeps wounds to his biological parents. Accept whatever the decision is, pray for her to be softened her heart to accept Mom. Dafi is sure that wherever your child is, he will always pray for his parents. Ikhlasin also if his destiny is not able to meet with him throughout life. I hope the best for my mom and family. Dafi can only help do'a" said Dafi sincerely.
It does not feel like it has arrived in front of Mak Imah's house. Dafi gave some money to Mak Imah, not big, but enough to go to Puskesmas.
"Thank you, Mas ... Good luck to the destination" said Mak Imah.
"Aamiin ya rabbal 'alamin .. Dafi went straight home, Mak" said Dafi.
On the way home, Dafi felt the pain of losing his loved ones a second time.
"Oh Allah .. and the same story happened again. Thank you God for teaching me again about loss. Losing a prospective companion is nothing compared to the loss that Mak Imah feels. Hopefully Mak Imah can live the rest of her age well, guide her to the right path" said Dafi.