WIFE OF MOTHER
STORIES OF THE PAST

"Well...!" exclaimed the mother to the little girl who was arranging her books into a bag.

"Yes Mak!"

"Are you ready for your book?" ask mom.

"Udah Mak!" answer Hafsah.

"Yes, wait for the clash, Mother mo to the stall!" yell mom again.

"Yes Mak!" answer Hafsah again, remembering that no book was left behind.

After making sure, Hafsah came out of his room, headed for the living room while waiting for Mom to come home from the stall. Coincidentally today Hafsah entered noon, after the new dhuhur he left for school.

But suddenly his gaze was fixed on the mango tree in front of the house, he saw a kite stuck there. The recalcitrant soul of Hafsah suddenly appeared.

"Emak is still a long time?" ask in the heart.

Then he slowly exited the house looking right left, afraid his mother suddenly appeared. After Hafsah believed her mother was still in the stall for a long time, Hafsah removed the headscarf that covered her head.

Then deftly, he climbed up the mango tree, he lifted up high up his skirt, until his white calf was seen. Up above, his hands stretched out to reach the kite.

"Hup... Kita.." The kite was in his hand.

"Ohf!!!"

The deg!

"Low down!"

Hafsah rush down. Half jumped from a mango tree that was one meter tall.

"Hup!"

Hafsah's feet landed smoothly on the ground. Then in the face of her blushing Mother held back anger and was holding the hijab that had been on the loose.

With wide strides, Mum immediately reached Hafsah's body and pulled his clothes. Half dragged, Hafsah lined up following his mother's steps.

Thump!

Hafsah. Then Mom quickly grabbed the broom.

And he struck the white feet of Hafsah many times, under the scorching sun.

Each mouth of Hafsah complained, the harder the blow he got at his feet.

Hafsah simply closed his eyes and bit his lips withstanding the excruciating pain.

"Lu tuh, I go to school to be real, but gini your reply to me??!" his mother jolt, "elu dare, open your hijab for the sake of kite, already you lift your erok, ampe your skin looks!"

Punch after punch continued to feel Hafsah in the leg until he was unconscious. I don't know how long he fainted when he was beaten by his mother.

Hafsah's eyes blinked, his legs felt numb and dull. He tried to move his leg, but it hurt a lot. Hafsah tried to rise.

"Shhh... Lie down, do not move much, "the heavy voice that Hafsah knows.

Hafsah looked at the face holding his shoulders, to keep lying down.

"Click?" ask Hafsah.

"Yes," answered Ustadz Rando softly, "your feet are swelling legitimately."

"Where's Paklik?" ask Hafsah when he realized that he was in the ER.

"Emak is at home" said Ustadz Rando softly.

"You go to Paklik's mother, Hafsah does not want to be here" said Hafsah with tears.

"Udah, heal first yes," said Ustadz Rando pacified Hafsah.

"Mak... Mom..huuu... !"

"Sst..sss... I slept, let it heal quickly," said Ustad Rando as he read the prayer and then blew at the head of Hafsah who fell asleep immediately.

While at home, the mother seemed to be stuck looking at her trembling palms. If only Ustadz Rando did not come, maybe Hafsah's legs could not be intact anymore.

"Yes Allah... Aye apain aye son of God...?" her tan was soft with a trembling voice while shedding tears.

Yes, Ustadz Rando was in the shop to buy cooking oil, but his intention was diverted when he saw his brother-in-law beating the leg of his unmoving uncle and lying in the yard of the house, he immediately seized the broom held by his brother-in-law.

"Wildamah! Let die know the taste!" her mother Hafsah.

"Pok wants Hafsah to have no legs!" rando exclaimed immediately running towards the unmoving Hafsah.

"Well... Sah.." said Rando, "astaghfirullah, Hafsah passed out."

Then in Hafsah's carrying, his eyes stared intently at Aida Aaron's face.

Aida choked, her body staggered backwards.

"If Hafsah's leg is cut, I don't hesitate to take Mpok Aida to the police station!" rando geram said.

Then Rando ran with Hafsah, lucky that there were neighbors passing by using a motorbike, then they passed at high speed to the ER at the puskesmas.

The neighbors immediately came to Aida who fell in bed. Help her to enter the house and leave it, which she then screams hysterically.

Aida stared at the frame containing a medial photo of her husband. Not expecting the violence resulted in the princess to be hospitalized for several days. Her sister-in-law takes care of everything.

“Mpok!” call the man with the title of ustadz.

Rando Ahmad Setiawan thirty-eight years. She is two years old from Aida Hasan, Hafsa's mother. The man also had a wife but no children. Rando sighed looking at the condition of his sister-in-law.

“Why did this happen Mpok?” ask Rando miris.

“Aye dark eyes Ndo,” replied Aida shrieked, her tears did not stop coming down.

Rando was sitting on the terrace, while Aida was in the living room. Nando Rahmat's House. A simple house built gradually since Nando left his own house to give to his sister.

“Come on Ndo,” tell Aida.

“Sorry Mpok. I'm outside aja,” reject the man.

Aida kept quiet, she loved how her sister-in-law respected her widow. Nando only occasionally looked at him and his daughter. Sometimes the man tucked money into the hafseah.

“Doctor says Hapsa leg has swelling Mpok,” said the man told.

Aida closed her eyes. A thousand regrets over his heart. Intended to teach the princess with a hard upbringing even make her child disabled later.

“Lucky not to damage any tissue, it looks like Hafsah's skin is immune to being beaten by his own mother,” continued Rando slightly joking.

“Not funny Ndo!” fierce Aida shy.

“Sorry,” said the man slowly but still heard Aida's ears.

“Gue wants to see my son Ndo,” said Aida again.

“Create what? Make mukulin him again?” asked Rando quipped.

“Ya you crazy aje Ndo. I have that cake!” aida did not accept.

“Lah was until the child fainted beaten under the hot sun who was it?” rando again.

Aida was crying, she was really sorry. But Rando has other plans for both to change and get better.

“I will separate Mpok from Hafsah,” he said which made Aida's crying stop.

“What did you say?” tanyanya.

“You must be separated until you are aware and learn if everything is wrong!” the man's light again.

“Lu want to take my son's run!?” yell Aida again.

“Iya .. than the boy died at the hands of his own mother!” rando's jolt makes Aida shut up.

“I'll be out of town in a few weeks. I can't nengokin you guys. I was afraid, Hafsah returned badung and Mpok killed him instead!” he began to fear his own thoughts.

“Ndo!’

“I will insert Hafsah into pesantren!”

“What!?”

Seriate.

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