Two Traitors
Eps. 57 HELP THEM!

Pov Arfan

I was also piggybacked by Mr. Arif, towards the largest house in Priya Semanan. After being in front of a very large gate, Mr. Arif stopped his motorbike. then he called out to Arman who was on guard.

After explaining my arrival, Arman quickly opened the door. Then he ran inside without caring about us anymore.

"Why?" I asked Mr. Arif after seeing Arman's strange behavior.

"No idea, sir. Yes already! I say goodbye, if there is anything! you can contact me." said Mr. Arif with a smile, then he clicked the starter motor, left the house Mother.

After Mr. Arif left, I walked into the gate that was open, but I did not see Arman's whereabouts, whether he had run to where.I continued to walk near the terrace, I continued to walk, there was a noise inside the house.

"You don't lie to me, man! I've been sick." I heard a mother's voice that didn't believe.

"Seriously, mom! I'm not lying." explained Arman

I slowly began to enter the door of the house, entering the living room that seemed quiet.

"Be aware that you are lying! Your work is at stake. Yeah, well, now where's my son." threatened mom.

"Let's see!" bring Arman.

I also approached the dividing wall between the living room, and the Middle room.When I was about to pass through the door, I saw the mother who was held by Mbok Yem, walking towards me.

"Yumuuuuuuuuuuuu!" call me as I hasten my footsteps, and then I drop my body, resting at the feet of the woman I have always bothered with, whom I have always been burdened with. The woman who has always taken care of me, without complaining in the least, Even though I was in a fragile state, it was fragile.

Seeing her son resting at her feet, Mother also quickly scooped up her body, to wake me up, Then she hugged me so tightly, like a person who had been separated for so long.

"I'm sorry, mom!" my words that were stifled by the guilt that filled my chest.

"Mother who should apologize, Mother who can't wait to take care of you who are down. So you leave the house, I'm sorry Mom! if you can't be the Best Parent to you, I'm sorry!" said Mother's voice, ending with broken cries filling the room.

The more guilty I feel, I tighten my arms. I feel stupid because all this time I have wasted my mother's kindness, I should have been able to be her pride and happiness, not still a burden.

"You don't go away from home, don't leave mom. You're okay with falling down like anything, want to lock yourself in the room is okay. The most important thing is that you stay here, I feel sad to have to live alone. I don't have anyone else, who can accompany me." said the mother in between her tears.

"No, Arfan won't stay with me anymore. Arfan apologizes for all the stupidity of Arfan!"

After finishing taking off the miss, we also release a hug. then the mother looks at me from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot.check the state of her son, after 4 days not coming home.

"You've changed, fan?" Ask mom

"Alhamdulillah! I've changed a little, just pray that I can change completely!"

My mother hugged me back, tightly as if she did not want to be let go. "Alhamdulillah! if so, I pray you become a stronger person, in every problem!" Mother's prayer while releasing her embrace back.

"Amiiiiiin!" answer the people who are there at once.

"Mmd! Please prepare food! my son is home, mbok!" exclaim mom same Mbok Yem, housekeeping assistant at home mom.

"Suda Ma! everything is ready at the dinner table. Sorry Mom! Mother has not eaten either" replied Mbok Yem reminding his employer.

"Yes already! let's eat first, you look skinny now! even though it is clean." said Mother while getting up.

I crawled up to get my wand, which I threw, and then got up to follow my mother.

"Why are you wearing a stick?" ask the new mother who is aware of my situation.

"It's okay! ma'am. Arfan was just a minor wound.if Arfan told me, the story is very long."

"Yes already! let's eat first, after the meal, I'll call the doctor home! let's check your wounds." said Mom, holding my arm, helping her walk to the kitchen.

"No, Mom! Arfan can be alone." Refuse me gently.

Arriving in the kitchen, the dining table is full of various side dishes, and so diverse. Mbok Yem quickly prepared the plate, which was neatly laid out on it.

"Let's eat first, Mbok! Armani! Come on, you guys eat together! itung-itung thanksgiving, because my son has come home." said the mother invited her two home assistants, because it has become a habit of Mother, she always invited all her home assistants to eat together, but they always refused, but they always refused, probably because of the great respect for my parents. So they are ashamed and do not dare to be disrespectful.

"No Ma'am! I had eaten with Mr. Andi, then I went back to the front." said Arman while mangosteen, then he turned the body left the kitchen room.

"Mdude?"

"I've done it too, Mom! I'm sorry if I'm sassy to eat first." replied Mbok Iyem while lowering his gaze.

"Yes already! it's okay.then it's good, if you can take care of each of you.we're the only two who eat." Said Mother while returning her gaze towards me.

"Fuck! Ma."

Mother also took the plate in front of me, then she filled it with rice, plus a side dish that was so diverse. Finally we both ate with solemnity, but that makes me enjoy the food less, which makes me less, the food, when I remember when I ate at Mr. Umar's house, even with a makeshift side dish, but the food was very delicious, making me feel confused with the togetherness in the house beside the river.

"Where have you been all this time? Mother has searched everywhere, even Mother has reported the loss to the office of the authorities." asked the mother after chewing the food in her mouth.

"Later after eating Arfan will tell me everything Mom! It is not good when we are eating we chat." I replied explaining, while giving an understanding of good eating habits.

"Well, steady! your child is getting older, just 4 days out of the house, is it like this?" said the mother, whose look on her face showed admiration.

I just smiled, then continued to eat. After finishing eating, there was the sound of the Asar Adhan that resounded, I quickly got up from my seat.

"Where are you going?" ask the mother who was surprised.

"Udah adzan Ma'am! it is time to worship our God."

"Alhamdulillah! Yes, let's pray together! it feels like I want to be imbued by the child's pride of mother." said Mom as she got up and took me to walk to her room.

After finishing taking the ablution water, and changing my clothes with new ones.Mom and son also do the congregational prayer, ending with a common prayer and gratitude, because we can regroup.

After performing the prayer, Mother invited me to sit on the sofa chair, which is in her room.the chair that likes to be used as a place, for her to read the Koran.

"Where did you come home from? Why leave mom?" ask the woman who gave birth to me after we both sat on the couch.

I also started telling stories from the beginning since I intended to end my life because I was unable to live a very broken life, and could only be troublesome for others. until finally I was saved by a strange woman named Karla and her family, even the villagers. Mother also listened to all my stories, until the end.he noticed every sentence I said, so that he did not hear wrong or misinterpret.

"Where are they now? Let me go to them. Let me give you a gift, because I saved you."

"Well that's it, Arfan went home, because they were being hit by such a heavy calamity." obviously I began to discuss the point, why I went back to my mother's house.

"What pilgrimage? so if they don't get lost, you're not going home?" ask mother.

"It's not so, Mom! Arfan wants to get better first. Arfan didn't want to bother Mom back, as I said. Now Arfan has to protect Mom, not burden her." I explained.

"Yes! yep! I'm sure you've returned to being a stronger and more mature child in the face of all trials. Now please tell me what calamity befell them?" said mother.

"That strange woman, you want to get kicked0 ma'am! yet they did not dare to make a report, for fear of the power of the one who would rape her."

"Start! just stop! from earlier the mother observed, you called her son Mr. Umar, with a strange woman! mom's son found a replacement for the traitor?" said the more interested mother I called Karla a strange woman, rather than the calamity that befell her.

"No! it's not. So how can you help?" I said repeating the question, so that the mother does not keep talking about her son Pak Umar.

"If you like it, it's okay too! I'm sure she's a good person, because she can turn you into what you are now."

"Yumuuuuuuuuuu!"

"Yes! yep! What should you help, to repay their kindness." explained the mother who held back a smile.