GOODBYE
4. very sure

And, as it turns out, don't wait for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Ahead of Maghrib, a black Chevrolet sedan stops right in front of the house. Liow Chou and Haryati's two older brothers got out of the car. The virgin who was talking to Hanafi and her parents in the living room saw their arrival. Ayu dara's face immediately paled, instantly her eyes glazed over. Hanafi grabbed Haryati's hand, calming her down.

Subagyo went outside. Welcoming Chinese guests who can guess who, all intents and purposes.

“Quiet, Cah Ayu. Don't cry,” Surtiyah said.

Haryati nodded, smiling wryly with wet eyes.

“Diajeng, anyway..,” Hanafi strengthens.

Haryati smiled. However, the tears that were still blocked for a moment, are now even rolling out of the petals. Hanafi sighed, his arms tightening. And so, the tears grew louder. But, quickly removed by Haryati using a flower-patterned white handkerchief she was holding.

“Diajeng...,” Hanafi sighed, fretted along.

“Nothing, Mas. I am ready,” said the virgin.

“I'm ready too. We are ready,” reply jaka.

The mother, who heard the ready-made determination, let out a long sigh.

From the inside, Subagyo and Liow Chou chatted rather stiffly on the front porch. “So, is it right here Hanafi's house?” ask Liow.

“True, I am his father,” replied Subagyo.

“Oo..,” Liow mangosteen.

“Mari, please sit down,” Subagyo invites three guests to the bamboo bale beside the house. That is, giving time to Haryati to prepare herself.

“Thank you, let it be here,” Liow refused the offer. “Sorry, sir, just in person, what is my daughter at the house of Mr?” he continued shooting, penalty kick twelve fitting.

“Means Ko Liow, Haryati?” Subagyo asked back, just talk.

“Iya,” Liow nodded.

“There, by noon it arrived here.”

Liow was bearded again, sure Haryati was here. Where else? His shoes were also seen on the terrace, near his standing position. “We're here to pick him up, Mr. Subagyo,” he continued.

“Yes, yes, I understand. Wait a minute,” replied Subagyo, then want to move to the living room. But, it turns out Haryati has come out first, accompanied by Hanafi and Surtiyah. Cah ayu surnamed Liow was greeting and kissing Subagyo's hand.

“I go home first, sir,” he said hoarsely, with puffy eyes.

“Iya, Nduk. Go home,” replied Subagyo, smile “ayah”.

Haryati smiled back. “Bu, I say goodbye first,” he said to Surtiyah while holding his hand on the chest. The shaman was already inside.

Surtiyah nodded, smiling “ibu”.

“Mas...,” sighs Haryati to her lover.

Hanafi also nodded. Smile also like his mother, but smile “lover”. Haryati replied with an equivalent “lover” smile. Then, he glanced across from his father without looking. After wearing shoes, Cah ayu Banjumari continued walking to the car with his head down.

While Liow Chou say goodbye to Subagyo and his wife, then move to his car. When passing in front of Hanafi, Haryati's father was agape. Hanafi did not want to lose, mocked back. Subagyo and Surtiyah were shaking their heads. Forgive me if young people are rolling in love. Hanafi was still standing in place until the Black Chevy vanished in the front corner. After that, he left without saying anything.

“Nafi, where are you going?” surtiyah.

“Ke river, Mom, chopstick!” sahut the son while continuing to step.

It seemed that Surtiyah was about to prevent it, but was detained by her husband. “Let it go, it's okay,” he said slowly.

Surtiyah sighed, then nodded.

There is a small river in this village, near the foot of the hill there....

* * *

Tomorrow night, after his death, Hanafi asked his parents about Haryati in more detail. He had been withering away from home since morning, hanging out in a ceper on the edge of the small river.

“No lack of Haryati. Only, his religion..,” said Surtiyah.

Hanafi remained silent. Subagyo looked at her troubled only child.

“Where? Have you thought about it?” ask Surtiyah again.

Hanafi sighed. “What can I think of, Mom? All I know is that I love Haryati. That's it, other thoughts don't exist. I also don't know where this feeling comes from.”

Surtiyah slightly frowned. Husband mangosteen.

“Lha, how to go?” chase the mother.

“I've talked to Haryati. We have discussed at length about the different religions, since we were in Banjumari first. In conclusion, religion is each other's business. Together, his love,” replied Hanafi slowly.

“You mean?”

Hanafi paused for a moment, then said, “Begging Father's blessing to Mother, we will get married. Haryati remains a Christian, I remain a Muslim. I love him, we love each other. His love is taken care of. About faith, each..”.

“No way,” Surtiyah directly attacked.

“Sabar, Mom, patience.”, said her husband.

“Patience, patience, how to Mas Subagyo this? Is it about faith?” rebut Surtiyah, her tone raised.

“Lha yes, patience it covers everything. In such a situation, we should be more patient. Aren't you, Ma?” Subagyo again calmed his wife.

Surtiyah let out a long breath, then remained silent.

A moment of silence there. Hanafi continued to bow. The shadow of the inner pressure that was whack Diajengnya in Banjumari there continues to flutter in the mind. If he could, it felt like he was flying there to defend.

“Nafi,” Subagyo says slowly.

Hanafi raised his face, looking at his father.

“So, you love Haryati?” ask Subagyo.

“Not the Father is less clear..” said the father, as if he knew the voice that passed through his son's mind. “You answer again, the answer that you now hold. Do you love Haryati?” Subagyo repeated the question.

Hanafi sighed, “Iya, Sir.”

Subagyo nodded, “Did Haryati love you too?”

“Iya, Sir.”

“Yakin?”

“Yakin once, Sir. Oath...”

Subagyo grimaced a little hearing his son's vows. Seeing the ringisan of his father, Hanafi so follow the grin. His mother remained silent.

“So, you realize that Haryati is Chinese?” Subagyo asked again.

“Aware, Sir. Very aware,” replied Hanafi, while still a bit smirky.

Forced Subagyo back grimacing, while Surtiyah added thick manyunnya.

“You are also aware that her parents disagree?”

“Oo Yes, Sir. Obviously that, hehehe...” Hanafi has started to be able to chuckle.

“He, he, he..,” Surtiyah groaned, following her son's laughing style.

So, the father and son are really chuckling. You see, funny to hear the gerundelan of the housewife. Knowing that two beloved lanang laughed at him, Surtiyah's lips immediately advanced three inches. Many heavy. Seeing this, the more boisterous the beloved lanang.

The conversation continued in an atmosphere that was not too tense. Hanafi again affirmed his determination to be with Haryati, all of them pleading the blessing of parents. “If Father and Mother love me, who is this one and only child, please we are blessed. You see, I'm the same Haryati is ready. It feels like it has been a row,” said the jaka while nyerdeh.

His father chuckles, his mother shakes her head. Scrapes, said.

“Lha, my grandson how will it be?” Surtiyah tried a last resort.

“Oo, yes fine, Mom. His father was not ugly, his mother was clearly ayu. Yes, God willing, the results are good. Cook ugly, anyway?” hanafi said, the gap is still not over.

“Dangerous cooking, ugly cooking..., religious affairs how?” chase Surtiyah.

“If about it, go back to their respective decisions. His grandchildren will be human too. Right to decide his own choice.”

“Cannot, everywhere whose name is his father's nurun son,” rebut Surtiyah. “The derivative line is from his father, not his mother.”

“True, if about genealogy. But, another thing about religion, can not be digitized, Mom. Religious belief should not be forced. Cook confidence from coercion? If forced, the title is rape..”.

Subagyo smiled at her son's argument. Could too.

“Yes, Sir?” Hanafi asked for support.

“Basically true...,” replied Subagyo. “Religion must be based on the sincerity of its adherents. Religion is not compulsion. In Islam it is clear, I am condemned to waliyadin, for you your religion is for me my religion. But, it does not mean to be let go, you are still obliged to tell Islam to your children later. So that they know and can choose. How can you choose if you don't know? Yes, right?”

Hanafi mangosteen, his mother sighed.

“But, Mas, if Nafi loses to his wife, how?” Surtiyah was still trying to hold on at the last second.

“This mom you know, cook lanange lose?” tangkis Hanafi, while grinning wide.

“Lho, a lot of it! Don't take women lightly. Here lose, there lose. Everywhere many lose,” Surtiyah back.

“That's someone else. If I am, no.”

“Nno what? Wong now your face is all Haryati.”.

Hanafi snorted and chuckled, his father the same. Because his laughter was a bit long, the mother was slowly carried away by laughter. Pump them.

“So, how is our fate?” hanafi asked, just after the laughter had subsided.

Subagyo looked at his wife, “Where, Mom?”

“So much bapake. Men are hard to tell,” replied Surtiyah. Rada nagging, but shaved smile “sayang mother” for her son.

Hanafi. Understand that his mother has melted.

Subagyo sighed, then nodded.

“Love is His gift, just like everything there is. Come unsolicited, go unbuffled. In fact, in the middle of this many Javanese women, our son loves his son Ko Liow Chou's Chinese daughter. So, these stories do want to be defended by the Who has a story. Yes, each according to his role. Do not feel entitled to regulate the role of others,” he said.

Surtiyah looked a bit down. His son, who was being rolled up by the flames of romance, started a row. Subagyo smile.

“Don't be happy overdoing it first, Naf. Restu is an easy affair as long as there is reality. Not yet? Who knows tonight, in Banjumari there, Haryati is with the Chinese,” Subagyo ticking his son's snatch.

Hanafi who had just a moment ago marbled, immediately swerved round.

“Iya kayaknya that..,” the mother added-nambahin.

“Ah, This mother. No, no way,” sambar Hanafi.

“Lho, what is impossible? Aren't you, Mas?” surtiyah's turn now asks for “support” husband.

“Already, already, hehehe.... There is no end to this if it continues. Now calm down, it is better to pray to God. Please protect whatever He wills. For protection is His will too. Later you find time to go to Banjumari, talk about this with his father Haryati.”

“Don't you take long, sir?” Hanafi hurriedly pleaded.

“Oo, you are this. Already dikandani your father, still insistent too,” ambush his mother, with a tone ngedumel dear.

“Lho, not insistent, Mom. This is the name of the effort..,” the child dodged.

Surtiyah glared, Hanafi nyerdeleh nyebelin.

Subagyo chuckled. Understand he feels a snatch. In the past, he was also so when forcing his father to immediately wave Surtiyah, a neighboring village flower. It is not easy to fight either. If the current kepentok “wall China” and other religions as well, which used to bet the toughness canteng Meneer and mortar Netherlands.

Understandably, the age of war....