Why Should I ?
Undecided

A week had passed, becoming the longest days Rama had to go through . Without Kinanti, without her three children .

Maybe if only without Nadira, Rama had gotten used to it because they lived far apart long enough .But, with Kinan, it was the worst nightmare of his life.

Almost every night that was missed without a Kinanti, became the longest night that Rama went through. A few days apart, his head grew dizzy with a pile of meaningless thoughts.

Worry, that's all that envelops the heart. Every day, Rama could only pacing in and out of the house. Sometimes get entertainment from the princess. But back late again with nestapa when Nadira disconnected the phone.

Rama's behavior made his mother cry. Lamenting the sadness so visible to his eyes. He acknowledged how deep the hatred he had for Kinanti was. But, seeing her son so suffering, Mother Rama began to be touched with a sense of heartlessness.

"Feed Ram first !" Mother tried her usual in front of Rama. Not not not not sad, but trying to entertain with a calm look that he can show.

Rama grabbed a plate of rice that Mother offered. Trying to return the woman's sweet smile with a smile.

"Lady..."

Rama pulled Mom's wrist, as she was about to step away from Rama.

"What's Le ?"

"Is it possible that mom, Rama and Kinanti are united again ? Poor the buk kids. "

Slowly, Rama began to take off his grip on Mom's wrist. The more down, the worse the fear.

His heart is getting broken. The feeling he had was locked tightly there. Filling the entire niche of the heart, so as not to leave a little gap to think more clearly.

Kinanti blinded her eyes, even depriving her of all the love she deserved to give to Mother. However, Rama was too stupid to realize. He could not fight against self-influence at all. Letting himself be entangled with the heart, which is unable to repay even the slightest taste that he gives.

Mother breathed slowly. As much as possible, he tried to quell the anger that was ready to overflow at any time. " Eat a lot of Ram ! I'm going to the vegetable garden. " My mother replied as she passed leaving Rama alone.

Rama was silent again, his heart was fighting with its own logic. There are many things he discusses. Especially with his lust that refused to part with Kinanti.

"Want to come back to me !" rama's wrath in his heart. He just put the plate on the table. Like the middle of a depression, his legs move around the house. Touching the entire corner of the room. Rama repeatedly rubbed his head, ruffling his completely unruly hair.

"Have Ram eaten ?" Tegur mother who just came by bringing some vegetables from the field. Rama's mother was very happy to grow crops, even the garden next to her house she planted a variety of vegetables and plants that are diverse.

Rama turned around quickly, he hurriedly approached his mother who was still dumbfounded at the door.

"Mom, help Rama make it back to Kinanti ya ma'am. Rama can't live without them ma'am. "

Mom looked at Rama. His eyes were staring at his son. With a heavy breath, Mother moved from before Rama. It was clearly a look of annoyance that was decorating her face. The mother passed away leaving Rama, without even making a mouth to answer her son's statement.

"Mom, Rama please ma'am..."

Rama crouched hugging Mom's feet. Holding the aging woman to hear her whining. Rama did not care, how upset Mother's taste that looks as soon as he called the name Kinanti.

Mom started sobbing. He was no longer able to withstand the burden that he endured in the heart. The vegetables in his hand fell on the floor. Mother Rama's body began to limp, as if protesting and detached from its parts.

"As far as you are Ram. I'm dizzy thinking of you," said Mother in a trembling voice. He dropped his body on a long brown sofa in a small room that he made as a family room.

Rama, who was also crying, now moved from his seat. He moved quickly into the kitchen. Before long, Rama had returned with a basin that he had filled with water. I don't know what water he took.

"I'm sorry Rama ma'am..."

"Punish Rama..."

Rama repeatedly washed his mother's feet between apologies that came from his lips. Every now and then, he rubbed his eyes that began to relentlessly shed tears.

"How many times have you done this Le ?" Mom was not stopping crying. He rubbed Rama's head. Reminds his son of what he often does.

"Mom always prays good things for you Ram. My mother never broke a prayer. I don't hate you at all, no matter how bad you look at me. "

Rama was busy washing my feet. Rubbing his bottom, as if he was dissolving in a cry of regret.

"What I want, it's for your own good !"

After Mom stopped talking, Rama immediately rubbed Mom's feet with a small towel that he had provided. Without stopping the crying, Rama immediately gulped down the laundry water of Mother's feet until a few gulps. Without disgust, he left only a little water because his stomach could not hold that much water.

Mom's chest feels tight. Like something pushed him hard. Pressing out, making him not at home linger facing Rama.

*****

*In a different place

"Dir, later when you graduate, what do you want to work in college ?" Ask Anisa. They both lay on the bed. Unite your head, and look up at the ceiling of the room.

Nadira smiled bitterly, before he finally glanced at Anisa who was not looking at him.

"Work is Nis. I have to help dad, my sisters also need a big fee in the future." Reply Nadira lirih. Nadira got out of bed. He crisscrossed down, then sat in a chair facing out the window. "You must be in college ?"

"I ? Of course work." Chirps Anisa sure. In fact, if you look at the family, the support that he can be so great. His parents were quite successful with the effort they were engaged in. In fact, it can be said Anisa is a lucky child. Born in the midst of a family that welcomed him warmly. He will never lack love. Whatever the ideals, it certainly will never get rejection from his family.

"Dear to know Nis. You're lucky, you can go to college. If I were you, I would be so grateful to be able to go to college." Nadira. He flipped his body, then looked at Anisa's eyeballs with jelly.

"If the saying goes Java, man is "Sawang sinawang", so where can you be me and I be you." Anisa carved her sweet smile. He got up and hugged Nadira tightly.

"I'm sure you're a great girl !"