GOODBYE
6. bright tears

In the great outdoors, everything is fine. The household life of Hanafi and Haryati goes as it should. It is not a treasure. The mother would not do that. Actually, you can if you want. That is, as a trader, Haryati had the opportunity to raise his business. But, that is, he did not want to. “Harta eats love,” she said when was the first time to her husband. Maybe it is based on personal experience. Damn, the husband agreed. Yes already, stuck in the line enough to me the economic level of their family.

However, peace always. Coldness hawanya. Even children, according to their own reasoning abilities, can feel that their father and mother are strongly bonded in the fabric of love. Of course, there are occasional disagreements, there are household quarrels, but they are never allowed to grow. If you are bald,? at best, mom and dad are just a lot. There is no story of snapping, especially until the slaps. Then, tomorrow or at the most old, already friendly again on the back porch. Look at each other seduced. When the child is caught, the face of the white mother immediately meets red. Keep pretending to get this, get it. The father just messed up....

But, that's. His father was Muslim, his mother was Christian. So their children's spirituality is divided into absolute imbalances. Starting from the elder Haryono, who was usually the first son closer to his mother than his father, chose Christianity. Then followed by his three sisters. Maybe because I saw an example from my sister. Lastly, the youngest Akas did too. Bablas five-lima to Christianity, nothing to do with Islam. Haryati felt bad about this as well. “Where, Mas?” he asked when the time.

Hanafi smiled wryly. “How else? Here's reality. We free them to choose, then they choose.”

Shut each other up because there is a problem.

“Iya. But, I did not feel good to Mas Nafi..”.

“Lho, not even true. It's about religion, not the graffiti,”

“Mas Nafi is okay?” Haryati looked at her husband's shahdu.

“Hehehe. No cooking? But, this is the truth. Don't feel guilty or anything. Later it even became a real mistake.”

Haryati smiled lovingly at her husband. He who used to demand freedom, now it feels like he wants to share. But it can't be because it's about religious beliefs. Not for angpao. All he can do is push the youngest closer to his father as a child. Anyway, how to get Akas close to his father, compared to his brothers' childhood. As a result, the youngest is praying and fasting Ramadan like his father, but nebeng also to the church with his mother and brothers. Jum’atan come on, misaan okay. Lebaran was happy, Natalan was cheerful. Mixed nuance.

Nun was far away, not visible from Sedayu, Surtiyah's grandmother was shaking her head. “Oalah, Nafi, Nafi.., already said do not take women lightly, I do not believe,” murmured slowly. Subagyo's grandfather smiled. “Calm down, Mom, God covers everything,” he said in resignation. However, the grandmother continued to shake her head. Getun nian....

***

“Hoei, Mr Nafi! Bengong only...,” reprimand Kasman, right neighbor of the house.

Hanafi who was daydreaming was realized, then moved to his good neighbor. “Where are you going, Mr Kasman?” he asked back.

“Mancing, yuk? Than being a Sunday bachelor?” kasman Canda.

Hanafi laughs. “Sunday Bachelors” is a joked father-father here for himself, who if Sunday left family to church.

“Cute no? Mr. Sobar and Mr. Sapri are already there.”

Hanafi weighed for a moment. “Colah. Wait a minute,” he said, then move home to pick up fishing gear.

Not long after, the two fathers also walked towards the river which became the border with the neighboring village....

That day, Akas was studying as usual in his class. Then, came the schoolteacher to deliver a message to the Teacher who was teaching. After talking for a moment, the schoolboy moved back.

“Ac case, there's your sister in the waiting room. You go there first, he said important,” said Master, giving permission while staring fixedly at the student.

“Good, Mom,” Akas replied, then rushed there.

Apparently, Sulis is coming. Not yet Akas asked, his third brother was first scattering and hugging. Crying anyway....

“What's up, Ma'am?” ask the sister, worried.

“Mother, Cash..., Mother...,” replied Sulis faltered.

I was immediately stifled, some days his mother was lying sick. But, what's up?

“Mother died..,” connect the sister, raucous.

“Hah?!” I was shocked, then I ran home. He was so fast, that his brother was forgotten.

Dan, thus. Haryati bint Liow Chou has died. The last few days he complained of pain in the heart. The doctor said it was okay, just tired. Ask for rest and take the medicine given.

But that's the fact.

After his death, Hanafi was sickly. Perhaps because of the strong bond of love between them. So, when one person goes home, the other seems to lose more than three-quarters of his life desire. Concerns were quickly ambushed from the financial side of the family, because in addition to being sickly, the father did not succeed in trading alone. During this time, his duties were indeed “only” accompanying his Diajeng trading. However, do not say Hanafi does not work because he is clearly working, that is his job. In the past, Haryati also often praised, “Mas Nafi is a good husband,” he said. “None of them for me...”.

Not been tried, a lot. Haryono to Akas, all have tried to trade like his mother. But, strictly speaking, no one can. It seems that Haryati's trade talent did not decline to her sons and daughters. So, after school, Haryono and Rani choose to work normally. Not a trade, that is. They work in a large shop in Malioboro, Jogjakarta. Sulis who has also graduated SMEA is looking for work again, which previously did not feel at home. Meanwhile, the last two tails are still in school. When her mother died, Wati was in third grade at SMEA, her sister in first grade High School.

The pain of the father was prolonged. If initially still sick heal pain heal, lately pain continuously. So, quickly and surely, family savings that are not so much sucked for medical expenses. Emergency action was taken. Wati and Akas let the school be cut because there was no cost. Haryono and Rani are all out looking for additional income. The three sisters did not want to stay silent, odd jobs. What can be done to earn money, done. The point is, they're trying to survive.

However, it seems difficult.

Until finally, “Sell this house. You need to eat...,” Hanafi said in front of his children.

Haryono lowered her face while sobbing as the father made that decision. His three sisters too. Everyone was crying, except for Akas. Of course he is sad, it feels right in the heart. After all, he and his brothers grew up and grew up in this house. But, I don't know why Akas can't cry. Not not want, not be. Not wanting to shed her tears. Don't cry, no sobbing. Just shut up.

So, the house is offered below the price. Selling needs to be, so that it sells quickly because the existing financial situation is very suffocating. Not a week past, came another neighbor RW look around. In the end, he said he was interested in buying this house as long as he determined the price. That is, the already low price is still asking to be lowered again. Apparently, he understood the tightness of the Hanafi family at this time, as well as cleverly using it. Or, maybe curas. But, how else, with a heavy heart finally released this house to others. The buyer gave me a week to leave the house.