Widow of Two Children in Pinang Bujang
Part 17's
Rahma sat dumbstruck on the porch steps after texting her mother and explaining that she had a sudden affair so she couldn't make a call. His eyes stared far ahead, his brain raging. Inwardly questioning, was his decision to survive right?
“I persevere for the sake of children. But all will be free if in the end they are ignored also.”
A cynical smile fell on his lips when he remembered Hendra's words earlier. “Sorry.. if Naira has not healed yet, mas permission to withdraw home mas yes Ra. please explain to Kiara and Maura.…”
“So I have to explain to them that his father can't go home because he has to take care of his other son who is sick. That's it!! Crazy yes.” Kekeh Rahma cynical. Her mouth was already itching to let out harsh words to her husband.
Puk!! A pat on the shoulder followed by a voice made Rahma surprised and spontaneously shifted her seat. “Bu..”.
“Astagfirullah. bi Nah.” Rahma glared in shock as she stroked her chest to relieve her racing heart.
“Sorry mom.” Ringis bi Nah's.
“Commapain aunt?”
“Nih... again nyapu.” His hand raised showing a broomstick in his hand.
“Oh...” Rahma nodded.
“Mother's sick? Or is mom having trouble again? Sorry I sassy.” Her speech.
“Ha? Why is bi. I'm okay with.” Rahma replied, calmly.
“I saw the mother of daritadi daydreaming, keep talking the same laugh yourself.” Definitely bi Nah.
“Ooo... that was. I was again keinget something so laugh. If so I go in first yes, want to rest for a while.” Rahma chose to pass.
Bi Nah could only stare at Rahma who breezed away leaving her with a look of pity. The middle-aged woman knew her employer was trying to cover something up.
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The rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other in the wind seemed to give rise to a soothing rhythm. In front of an ancient style house, there is a water guava tree complete with amben under it. It looks like a middle-aged woman is sitting enjoying the breeze while occasionally answering greetings from neighbors who pass by.
“Mih...” a young woman looks out from inside the house.
“Kah..”.
“Saurna bade nelpon si eteh?” The young woman who was none other than her second child named Riri asked while sitting her butt beside her mother.
(he said he wanted to call eteh/kakak)
“Pan entos, but sakeudap. Etehna was on the road. Continue to call back bade but teu janteun aboutna keur aya need ceunah.” Evidently.
(well, tapo for a second. His brother was on the road again. Keep calling back, but there's no business anymore)
“Oohh. Ri sareung si a’a bade ka store heula.”
(yes already, Riri same a’a(call husband) want to go to the store first)
“Ati-ati.” Riri nodded and kissed her mother's hand before moving on.
Before long, Riri's husband named Hanif appeared from the side of the house by guiding a motorcycle. “Pamit ka shop mih..” he said also did not forget to kiss the hand of the in-law.
“Ati-ati mawa motorna Nip.”
(be careful with Hanif's bike)
(yes, mih)
“Assalamualaikum..” both say hello before it really passes.
“Waalaikumsalam.
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The sound of the pounding of sandals clashing with the floor sounded loud and fast, seen Rahma down the stairs in a hurry. Bi Nah who was resting while watching tv, immediately turned her head.
“Bi Well..”
“Iya bu.”
“Bi I go first.”
“Loh ma'am, not yet home school hours.” Bi Nah got up from her seat and walked over to Rahma.
“Gak. I want to go out and have some new business to pick up the kids. Oh yes, I am the same kids do not eat lunch at home ya bi.”
“Iya bu.”
“Aunt anyone wants to buy gak?”
“No ma'am, thanks.”
“Burger want?”
“Oalah bu.. bu... ya want.” His answer made Rahma laugh.
“The ordinary?”
“Iya, thanks mom.”
“Udah ah, meuni sok sweet soh...” gidik Rahma chuckled. “I go. Assalamualaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
There is still time before school. Rahma turned her car into the area with a row of shophouses and stopped her car in front of a shophouse with gray paint.
“This is the address?” Rahma Mumbled. “But, just check again.” Open the phone and check it.
“Bener.” He said and opened the car door.
“Excuse me.. good morning.” say hello while stepping in.
“Good morning, anything to help mom?” A woman answered from behind a table.
Rahma answered by introducing her name and explaining her purpose. “Good mother Rahma, please sit first yes mother. In wait a minute.”
“Good. Thank you mba.” Rahma rested her butt on the sofa in the corner of the room after the woman had passed.
Rahma circulated her gaze, seen some people who almost to all women were sitting waiting the same as it seemed. There was a nervous feeling in his heart, but he tried to overcome it. “Huft... hopefully everything will be smooth until the end later.” Mumbled.