Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Karmas
Bu Rita comes out of Rafli's house by chance to cross paths with Rafli having just returned from work.
" Will you go home?" raffi asked while kissing Bu Rita's hand.
"Ngapain has been here for a long time." It was answered by Rita's mother.
"Oh yes, then thank you ma'am, for taking care of Zakira."
Bu Rita squinted her eyes at Rafli.
"So you still want to keep that woman Rafli. You prefer her to mom?"
"Kok mom said that anyway Mom? If asked to choose between my mother and my wife, then I can't choose Mom."
"Yes Rafli, meaning I can't hope for you anymore. Destroyed is mother's hope against you. You are the only hope of our family, but it is not to be expected. You'd rather marry a barren woman than marry a disease-carrying woman like her!" Pox bu Rita while pointing towards the house.
Not only Rafli the neighbors who heard also came into shock.
"He and his bastard son are the same, since there was that bastard child, our family is always the goddamn crucifixion!"
'Astaghfirullah azim mom. Can't talk like that, ma'am. Misfortune is not because of a child born into the world. But the bad luck is due to the consequences of our own actions."
"Yes because your wife is adulterous and you are not divorcing her, so our family is unlucky enough to continue, until our descendants are also unlucky."
Without feeling Rita scolded Rafli in front of his house and heard by his neighbors.
After being satisfied to lecture Rafli Bu Rita home by using his subscription motorcycle.
While Rafli was still staring at Rita bu with glowing eyeballs.
After Bu Rita disappears from his sight, Rafli approaches his wife. She felt bad because Zakira must have heard the insults from her mother.
But all is not as expected. Zakira looks relaxed while playing with Aufar.
"Dear you heard my words?" Rafli asked as he landed his butt on the bed.
"Yes, I've heard it and it's not the first time."
Rafli rubbed Zakira's head which looked stoic over the insults he always received.
"Darling, forgive me Mom's words."
"I'm used to your mother's words. I've also been humiliated by my mother a lot."
"Dear I told you to come, because I was worried about you."
"Yes, I understand. But thank God I have a smart and cheerful dutiful son like Aufar. You know Mas, Aufar is not fussy at all. Instead he helped me get food and medicine."
"Has it right? Aufar took food for you?" Rafli asked as he turned towards Aufar.
"Yes really mas. I thought Aufar's IQ was more than any other normal child, but it seemed that Aufar's ESQ was also good, Because after I noticed, Aufar seemed to know the situation and the condition and could handle it on her own."
Rafli pulled Aufar then hugged him.
"Well, I think Aufar also has an above average IQ. Thank God we have an intelligent son" Rafli added.
"Yes Mas, Alhamdulillah, for me Aufar is a gift, no matter what people say about it."
"Dear, I am too, for me Aufar is a gift that God has entrusted to us."
Rafli rubbed Aufar's head.
"Oh yes I have checked the ATM balance given by the mysterious woman. And it turns out to be true. During this year they keep sending money every month with the amount of 30 million a month."
"Yes Dear. I hope that woman is sincere in giving all this to Aufar. For a while let us keep the money and do not use it first."
"Yes Mas I also feel your salary is enough to meet the needs of the family, we are yes even sober. What matters is that we stay together."
Rafli rubbed Zakira's back.
"Dear, you are my family and it is my responsibility to protect and protect you as much as I can."
Rafli and Zakira looked at each other with friendly gazes.
***
Along the way, Bu Rita kept nagging.
"Well, the woman could have been arrogant in front of me. Just look I can definitely influence Rafli to leave him."
Not only annoyed to Zakira but Bu Rita is also uncomfortable because the motorcycle taxi driver carries his motorcycle at medium speed.
'This is again the brother, take the bike like take a bicycle. The road is like a snail, when will it arrive?"
Maybe because of his annoyance with Rafly, and Zakira, Bu Rita also vented his frustration at the motorcycle taxi driver.
Even though the motorcycle taxi driver was still carrying his motorbike at standard speed.
Though Bu Rita wants to rush home, she intends to tell her what happened to her at Rafli's house to her husband.
Because it was impatient, Bu Rita admonished the motorcycleman.
"Quick down a little bit of the way!I was in a hurry," said Bu Rita with a ketus.
"But Ma'am, I don't dare to bring a speed-motor. Moreover, bring parents like mother," replied the taxi driver.
"What did you say, old man? You are old, I am not old. Anyway quick little bang! I want to get home soon."
"Well if you want that."
The motorcycle driver added his speed a little. When passing through the red light, from a distance the motorcycle taxi driver saw several motorists who suddenly fell on the highway.
The taxi driver tried to brake. But it's too late. The motor used by motorcycle taxi drivers slipped due to a slippery road driven by oil. The motorcycle driver was unable to control the motor he was carrying.
Bruak ..ouard! Bruaks
Akhs! Shouted Bu Rita as his body fell on the asphalt with his next leg overriding the motor.
"My feet hurt!"lamented Rita.
Bu Rita tried to pull his pinched leg on the bike. But in vain. While the carpenter bu Rita's body bounced away.
Ms. Rita had to endure the pain in her leg while waiting for help to arrive.
However, due to the large number of injured and injured due to the incident. Ms. Rita was late to evacuate.
Because not strong enough to withstand the pain on the left leg, Miss Rita immediately fainted.
The situation on the highway at that time was so chaotic and busy. The traffic jam further complicates the evacuation process.
Police who want to go to TKP difficulty in breaking through the density must be a vehicle.
Miss Rita who was unconscious was taken by an open-top car, along with other victims. They were all taken to the hospital and immediately received treatment.