YOUR LOVE IS DISAPPEARING
Chapter 50
The skinny man noticed that some of his friends were knitting sweaters, making yarn bags and many recycled plastic and used bottles.
Plaque.
Rohman pecked as he felt a warm radiate across his left cheek at this moment, took a few steps back and sat down on a mat made of straw.
"Heh, don't be dumb here. Work let's not starve," hardik a dewy body that many tattoos on his body.
"Yes, Bang. But I don't know anything yet, just nyampe earlier," said Rohman, confirming his seat.
"Here, Bang!" Take a woman younger than Rohman.
The dew-bodied man immediately left when he realized a woman was watching him, because the chairman of the foundation always advised to respect each other and be kind.
"I'm sorry my friend, Mom. Just nyampe here already got bad treatment from him," said the curly-haired woman while commenting on a smile. His hands are deftly knit sweaters, some of which he has knitted and ready to sell.
"It's nothing, it's my fault I'm also dumb-eyed here" Rohman said with a clumsy smile. The thin man noticed the curly haired woman's hand movements knitting without pause with such shrewd movements.
"Mas, is there still family?" asked the curly-haired woman while taking a quick glance at Rohman continuing to refocus on his knitting.
"There was. Just understand, what my current situation is like," replied Rohman chuckling little, in his heart increasingly bitterly recalling the series of stories and wounds he went through.
"It's that custom, Mom. Although it is not our absolute fault those who judge us wrong will never believe yes for example like me ...." The beautiful curly-haired woman let out a long breath and then took a breath.
"What do you mean, Ma'am?" Rohman noticed the sad look on the face clearly on the face of the curly-haired woman.
"I don't actually do anything that causes HIV in my body, my husband as a man who likes to snack indiscriminately has HIV, he said, maybe it was transmitted by a woman he used to treat and she passed the virus on to me. It is sad that I am pregnant and that the baby I am carrying has contracted and died ..." The beautiful curly-haired woman smiled slightly, her eye patch was a clear grain ready to fall.
The curly-haired woman put down her nearly finished knit and extended her hand towards Rohman, without thinking Rohman shook her hand.
"We have not yet known. My name is Nurul, whose name is Mas?" he asked, his left hand wiping the corner of his eye.
"My name is Rohman" said Rohman softly, taking another knitting needle that was loosened next to the threads.
"Let me teach you, Mas," Nurul said as he put a thread on a needle and then knot the end first.
Several times taught and always wrong but Rohman is not discouraged, he continues to learn, sometimes they chuckle because of the upside knitting and Rohman re-release.
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In the house of the woman who gave birth to Mayang there is a heart that is flowering. Mayang put away his wedding photo with Rohman, not not not not wanting his son to remember his father but now there is a heart that he must take care of.
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Abizar sleeps in Mayang's old bed, knowing that the bed was there before Ali was born into the world, not a purchase from Rohman but a gift from his parents Mayang.
The mother-of-one had taken a bath and had cooked for Abizar, she did not want to wake the man who was now her husband.
Mayang took out his motorbike and drove his vehicle at moderate speed to go to his store, as well as seeing the state of Rohman because he had asked his mother that Rohman had not visited Ali for two days.
Before long he arrived at his shop, did not intend to open the store because the day had begun to run late in the afternoon, just checking his fear of mice because he had left a few days.
"Bang, Rohman how are you, huh?" Mayang muttered while closing down his shop.
Mayang was still thinking about Rohman because he had also not found in the parking lot, after locking the store he rushed to the parking lot and met the grandfather who used to guard the parking lot there.
His eyes sparkled as Mayang saw the grandfather was sipping his coffee, an opportunity for him to ask Rohman's current whereabouts.
"Grandfather, where's Rohman going?" Mayang asked as he was actually in front of the old man at the moment.
"Who does the Son mean?" the old man asked, rising from his seat.
"Ooh. He had already left and said he wanted to go far to focus on the same treatment" said the grandfather.
"Where about Sir?" asked Mayang then reached into his bag and gave the parking money.
"Ga know, son. That's all he said to Grandfather," the old man replied, clearly there was sadness on his face.
"Thank you, Sir. I'm going home." Mayang nodded, the grandfather also nodded in response to Mayang's words.
The mother-of-one headed to the place where her motorbike was parked, without her noticing a pair of eyes were watching her movements at this time.
"Why do you still expect it while you are afraid of losing me," the male owner of the eagle's eyes shrieked in his car, he monitored Mayang from a distance.
His conjecture, his wife will definitely meet her ex-husband. There is a pain that he cannot describe at this time, Mayang's past that is difficult to forget makes the male owner of eagle eyes must have more patience in cultivating the love that exists.
The thick-bodied man continued to follow Mayang from behind, while the mother of one child did not go home immediately but he came to the house of his mother Rohman, he wanted to ask Rohman's whereabouts to his mother.
Abizar could only wait on the big road, not wanting to interfere in Mayang's affairs for now.
"Assalamualaikum," said Mayang knocked on the door that opened several times, the boisterous sound of children and the sound of Nila's screams made Mayang slightly rub his ears. The mother-of-one repeated her words until the middle-aged woman came out as none other than Rohman's mother.
"What's up Mayang?" asked Yeyen after answering her previous greeting.
The middle-aged woman was not good at stale language, straight to the core point of the problem, because at this time what she saw Mayang also did not bring her granddaughter to meet him at this time.
Mayang was a little hesitant to ask the existence of Rohman to the woman who had given birth to Rohman, because he also realized Ali was not on his side at this time to be made an excuse.
"You're meeting with the Rohman bang, ain't there, Ma?" mayang asked hesitantly, afraid that he would be insulted by Yeyen at this time.
"Ga there, he usually keeps the parking lot in the market. Why don't you meet there. Uh ... Mama is glad you want to turn Rohman back," said the woman who already has several grandchildren with a small smile towards Mayang who stood outside the house while Yeyen was in his house.
"Ga there's a Rohman bang in the market, Ma," Mayang explained, then he shifted a little and dropped his butt in the long chair in front of Yeyen's house, the same thing the middle-aged woman did.
"duh. There are children where they are saying goodbye," said Yeyen upset at his son.
"Said the fathers in the parking lot bang Rohman want to focus on medicine, Ma. But you don't know where." Mayang looked at Yeyen's sad look.
"Yes, you don't know. Mama doesn't know what she's sick of, your sister knows but she doesn't want to tell Mama. Some of you also want to reverse the same Rohman a lot of thought. Kasian same Ali a little he lost the figure of the father because of the selfishness of the two of you," said Yeyen made Mayang's chest increasingly tight.
Who here is selfish? Is not Mayang already struggling to survive but always be hurt repeatedly, humans have a limit of patience.
"I'll never want to go back to Rohman, Ma. But I'm ..." His words paused when suddenly Nila came out and slapped a slap on Mayang's smooth cheek.
"As soon as Rohman wishes you, at least with your return he must not be strayed like this!" Nila ruffled her waist and then pushed back Mayang's body so that she did not sit on the bench anymore.
"Then what is the function of a family like Madam Nila?" mayang asked annoyed, he got up from his seat and took a few steps back from Nila, he did not want Nila to be rude again to him, Nila's body was much larger than Mayang's body. Maybe the mother of one child was slammed with a flick.
"You don't want to turn Rohman back together don't have to come here again. Don't look at your poor face," said Nila, fanning her face with a book, Nila's gold bracelet against each other.
Indirectly Nila was showing off her current gold bracelet.
"Well, I'll never come here again." Mayang turned his body around and left the house of his parents Rohman with a heart of grief.
No longer with Rohman alone Nila dared to expose himself especially if still together and live in one house, could-be the mother of one child was living bones and skin later.
Mayang approached where he parked his motorbike and it turned out that there was no.
"So the feeling here," he softly then reached into his pocket to check his motorcycle urn, it turns out he forgot to take the key of the motor earlier.
The mother-of-one wiped the corner of her eye, not because she lost her bike but lost her pride in front of the Rohman family, the heartache over the hard slap that Nila gave her made her prove she could be more successful than the fat woman.
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Never underestimate a person's pain because he will try to prove that he can too.