ZULFA FORTITUDE
Tia, Forgive Mother

"Mbak Rahmi, your nephew ..."

Rahmi got off the car and headed inside the house.

"Sir Harni, I'll take Aldo first. And I'm taking the house." He immediately grabbed Aldo from Harni's arms. Still looks scared on his face. Occasionally his hand rubbed his puffy eyes.

Rahmi hugs and holds Aldo who has begun to calm down.

"Honey already. Don't be afraid, auntie's here."

"Mutia, Aunt ..."

Only Rahmi realizes that there has been no Mutia with them since she came.

"Yes ..." replied Rahmi, without understanding her meaning, "What's wrong with Tia?"

"Bringing the mother." Rahmi was increasingly clueless with Aldo's words.

"It's quiet, honey. Tia's gonna be okay."

"No, Aunt. Aldo fears Tia like a father and grandmother. Our Lady is evil."

Rahmi is further confused by Aldo's description. He looked at Harni Yangh standing beside them.

"This is all Maria. Your mama passed out and Herman was seriously injured. Now they're in the hospital."

"really?" rahmi lirih. He tried to hide, so as not to affect Aldo who began to calm down.

"Why did you come so long ago."

"Yes, Mommy. There was an invitation outside the city. Thankfully, I was on my way home. But it's still late. Sorry I went to the hospital first. I'm worried about Mom, I hope nothing happens."

"Yes, go. May Mrs Halimah be well. God willing, everything is handled by the police."

"Thank you, Mbak Harni. I'm nitip the house first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Rahmi and her husband left all of them by taking Aldo with them. Fast-moving towards the city left home in the care of RT's pack and surrounding neighbors.

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Meanwhile Maria drove her bike quickly away from the scene. Passing through the dark and deserted streets, splitting the rice fields. For 2 hours he walked non-stop. It stops when passing through an empty building.

For a moment, Mary observed the state of the place. He placed Mutia, who was still unconscious, on a bench in front of the house.

After that, Maria changed her clothes that were splashed with blood. Wrapped it together, with the knife he used to stab Herman. Then go back to the bike, put it in the seat. Running it, leaving Mutia alone and still in an unconscious state.

"I'm sorry, son. Mother cannot take you. And don't blame your mother for doing this to you. It's all because of your father and Zulfa ...."

After running the motor far enough, he heard the gurgling river water from under the bridge he passed. He stopped, picking up the clothes stored in his seat. Throw it into a flowing stream of suangai.

For a moment, he was pensive about what he had just done. The shadow of his sons haunts him. Moreover, he had consciously left it alone in that empty building. There is a heavy and guilty feeling. He returns, and finds Mutia still in the same state, just as she left him.

"Son," he whispered softly while kissing his forehead. Then bring her back with him.

After a long walk, he found an orphanage whose building was far from the village. Pretty big that building and magnificent. He stopped the motor, from a considerable distance.

On foot, Mary approached the building. Luckily there was a room in front of the light was still on. There was still someone standing guard in it.

Carefully, Maria placed Mutia's body in front of the door of the room. Then, slowly leave the place. Hiding behind a tree surrounded by lush shrubs. He took one small stone, threw it against the window of the room.

"Who is that?" a person's voice came from inside.Shortly, a man appeared to come out.

"Astaghfirullah al adzim .." apparently he was very surprised, when he saw the body of a small child lying on his doorstep. He also crouched checking his condition.

"Who, Bi." came the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"It looks like he fainted, Mi."

"Astaghfirullah al - adzim. Really, Bi?"

"Yes." the man immediately brought her into the house, followed by the woman, whom he called umi. Looks like they're husband and wife. May they be caretakers in this orphanage.

Then they both took him inside. Before long, there was the sound of a small child crying.

"grandmother ... Father ... Tia's scared."

"Open your eyes, dear."

Mutia opened her eyes. He was confused by the surrounding situation.

"Who are you. I don't know any of you. Don't hurt me." Mutia fumed in fear with tears that suddenly came out.

"Don't be afraid, son. We're not gonna hurt you."

"The wicked mother, mother made father bleed...." I don't know why Mutia kept on stirring, with words that were not necessarily direction. Make the couple look at each other.

"Drink, son" said the woman, offering a glass of warm milk.

"Mother Zulfa, I want Mother Zulfa" he prays and hugs the woman in front of him.

"Yes, Son. We'll meet you later with Mother Zulfa. Now spend your milk and sleep. Tomorrow we go to Mother Zulfa's."

Mutia also according. He finished the milk, then tried to sleep with the hand caress of the woman.

From afar, Mary heard it all, there was a drop of dew in the corner of her eye. Swiping it.

"I'm sorry, Tia."

After making sure Mutia was aware and had received help, she went, leaving her hiding place. With quick steps, he walked towards the motor that was at the end of the road.

For a while he did not dare to turn on the motorbike, worried about being heard by people in the orphanage. He demanded it far enough. After feeling impossible to hear, then Maria turned on the motor. He continued on without a purpose.

Almost all night on the bike. By morning, he stopped and left the bike just by the side of the road. Walked long enough to find a stop.

Maria pulled out the handpone she was carrying. Ordering a taxi on line. Not long after, the taxi arrived.

"You are Miss Martiyas."

"true."

"Please come in."

"Thank you." answered Mary. He sat quietly behind the taxi driver.

"To the airport?"

"Yes ...."

For a moment the atmosphere was quiet. The driver just runs a taxi down a street that looks straight. There flashed an evil intent within the man's head. Seeing Mary go alone.

Fortunately Mary saw it.

"Don't fuck with me. I've killed people." said Maria firmly, making the man shudder, imagining it. Lost was already an evil intention that had crossed his mind.

"I'm sorry, Miss Martiyas."

"Hurry way. Or you want to be next."

Frightened, he passed his tax fast. In less than half an hour, they arrived at the airport.

When he arrived at the airport, he stopped his taxi. Then Maria gave a red sheet, to give to the taxi driver. The driver accepted without daring to say anything. He was already frightened by himself, looking at the look in Mary's cold eyes. He might be the next victim.