YOUR LOVE IS DISAPPEARING
Chapter 37
Early in the morning Tuti has come to Mayang's house, not paying the installment of the game but there is another ulterior purpose.
"Eh. It was neat," said Tuti looking at Mayang from head to toe.
"Why is that, Mother?" Mayang asked while confirming his robe was stuck in a nail near the exit.
"I feel sorry for you tired all day, added the same house Ali," said Tuti convoluted.
"Keep Ma'am wants to be my maid without my salary?" Mayang smiled after saying that, even if Tuti wanted it, Mayang would not allow it.
"not that. Just bok yo you just back Rohman, so he can take care of Ali," explained Tuti staring cynically at Mayang, as if the mother of one child would no longer practice if it was not with Rohman.
"Not that, bang Rohman already hates me too Ali?" Mayang kept asking without answering any of Tuti's questions. Seen Tuti scratching his nape that is not itchy, women who wear bleach powder it looks wrong behavior.
"That's just let you feel sorry for him who's sick again, so like it," Tuti said lying, he never knew what exactly Rohman told Mayang and Ali.
"I don't care, Ma'am. All this time I've been good enough," he said then left Tuti who sculpted, the mother of one child was lazy if she continued to hear the ravings of Tuti can-high blood himself later.
Mayang ride his matic motorbike, although now often raining but he still had to go to open a store to support his family, he did not expect his sister because Mayang knew living abroad was so difficult.
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At home Rohman gets ill treatment from his brother who has just returned home and will stay for a while at his mother's house. Nila's harsh treatment of Rohman makes Rohman want to leave his parents' house immediately, but he has to live where if not his mother's house, the only one who still received it at the moment was Yeyen.
"Did, Rohman! You stay with Mayang again" said Nila as they dined at the dinner table together. Nila takes a suspicious look at Eti who sets aside Rohman's dinner plate.
"We are divorced" Rohman said, in between his meals, though his throat looked like there was a lump of rock and a gaping wound but he had to try to be strong, he did not want to look weak in the eyes of his family.
"Can be referred," interrupted Nila while continuing to chew, he did not care even though his weight was almost ninety kilograms.
"Good idea, brother. But Mayang got married to the husband of Sister, then we will refer back," said Rohman, after saying that Rohman slammed the plate from the stanles then grabbed his stick and left his sister.
Not only did Nila remain silent, the large-bodied woman rose from her seat and drew closer to Rohman and pushed him until Rohman's thin body fell to the floor.
Rohman smiled and looked in disbelief at his brother.
"My good brother, I used to look after you when others insulted you ugly and black. But now ...." Rohman's speech came to a halt as Nila slapped him so hard.
"Ga's willing to defend your brother?" Nila pulled Rohman's body rough until it staggered.
"Very sincere, just reminding me that I always love Big Brother. Not like the brother ... Whether I don't know what it's like," said Rohman, Rohman dropped a clear bulb on the red cheek of the former slap from Nila.
Trained that skinny body stepped swinging its staff towards the room, the skinny body was stunned to hold a million fury and regret. He was so weak his soul.
The rumbling in his heart was as simple as the current state of the sky, shortly after it rained down on the earth. Rohman packed his things and clothes and left the house.
Rohman took a deep breath and weaved his wand away from his childhood home, looking back with a smile. There was not a single person in the house who held back his steps, right now that thin body was really not needed.
"Bismillah, may Allah be pleased" he said. The tall man reached into his pocket, there was only fifty thousand one pieces of money.
The man who was helped by the wooden stick was planning to become a parking attendant in the market, rather than his life continuing to hope for mercy from those who never thought it existed.
Before long the angkot he was riding had stopped at the market, his eyes lurking all over the market. Nothing is different, still as before when he delivered Mayang occasionally to the market.
His eyes were fixed on the parking attendant who was about sixty years old.
"Excuse me," said Rohman slightly touching the father's shoulder, as the middle-aged man turned his head, Rohman commented with a smile.
"What's the young man?" The man shifted slightly to get closer to Rohman.
"Can I take care of the parking lot?" Rohman reviewed the smile again, while the middle-aged man looked at the compassionate Spiritman.
"May, but how much pay. We're still paying market taxes, too" he told Rohman.
"It's okay, as long as it can connect with life," Rohman chortled while nodding steadily. The once selfish man was trying to hide his pills at this time.
"Alright, starting from the end there," said the middle-aged man while giving a parking paper leaflet with a writing numbered two thousand rupiah.
It had been a painstaking walk to reach the end of the parking lot that was so spacious, many two-wheeled vehicles were parked there. The drizzle still comes down to wet the earth where humans stand. Rohman comments on the smiles of some people who look at him pity even some who give more money for the price of parking.
Blissfully. Maybe that's how he feels right now. Rohman occasionally endured the pain in the invisible part.
His face looked increasingly pale, but his spirit was unperturbed to continue fighting for life. Rohman wants to spend his time worshipping the almighty while his life is still on.
"Right ... Let's have lunch!" The middle-aged man shouted as he waved at Rohman who had turned his head towards him. After the motor came out Rohman approached the middle-aged man.
"Why eat so fast, sir?" Rohman knitted his eyebrows in astonishment, while the grizzled man only chuckled.
"That's just two more bikes, I'm old that late eating can accelerate death," kekehnya make Rohman smile, the middle-aged man was so eager to live.
The two sat under a shady avocado tree, they exchanged stories occasionally throwing glances and then again chewing their food.
"Where are the young people going?" The middle-aged man gulped down the mineral water after asking that, while Rohman choked.
"Drink," the middle-aged man thrust the mineral water in his bottle, but Rohman refused, he prefers to drink water that is in the plastic gift from a rice stall that is complete with rice.
After the second meal ran out, they resumed their activities until the afternoon to pick up the night. Both of them heaved a heavy sigh as their feet moved the mushola provided specifically in the market area. Both perform prayers, many mothers also perform prayers there because the shopkeepers until night impossible to go home and pray at home.
"So where are you young?" Asked the middle-aged man once more.
"I. Not having anyone else," he said, forced him to speak lies to cover up the ugliness of his family.