He's Not The Best
106. Sorry for the Unobsolete

The Sorry Word That Never Wasted

Winsi wiped her tears, then said while fixing her sitting position. He stared at the face of the man who often hurt it sharply. He was unlikely to retaliate against Basri's behavior because after all the old man was his biological father. Religion also forbids being rude to his parents.

As a son and father, both of them were almost never in this close atmosphere.

“What, Sir? Do you want to hit me again because now I'm close to Om Anas? The guy you thought was playing crazy with Momuk? And I was the result of their game so, sir?”

Winsi said with a heavy sigh. He did not expect to be able to talk surfing with Basri, whereas in the past, whenever the man looked at him with hatred, then, he would retreat or disappear behind the door of the room.

Both Anas and Nia were astonished, what they heard from Winsi's words, making them know if there had been a misunderstanding in the Runa household, it's been a long way and has even been going for years.

“Sorry ...” said Basri after a long silence, then, there was a sobbing sound from the old man who looked so pitiful and full of regret.

In the past, every time he beat his son, there were actually two heart words that struggled in his mind, between compassion and also hatred. Her memory of the smiling Anas and Runa, when she saw them in the hospital that time before the birth of Provinsi, continued to loom until it became a disease in it.

Her eyes red indicate her heart is injured, looking at the contents of a DNA test that explains if Winsi is true flesh blood.

Whenever the feeling of rejecting Winsi comes, there is actually always a feeling of affection that accompanies it. But the temptations of Satan dominate so much that he can easily be harsh on his own fruit

Winsi was stunned, with what Basri said to her, she did not expect that the man would say sorry after seeing the DNA test results. All he thought was the possibility that Basri would be angry and even reject him then, loudly saying his stance or accusing him of lying. But seeing Basri like this his heart became broken until he cried even harder.

‘If Mother were here’ Inner Wini.

“You, right, you forgive Father? Indeed your father is much wrong father never gave you money papa never be the same school so Father now lives hard.”

Winsi was silent but his heart said, where might his father live hard because he was only alone even has a house and a vehicle then, what makes life difficult so far?

“Indeed you have the same house car but never a quiet life, son. You are lonely if you are sick no one takes care, no one wants to be alone and never good to eat, even though the food is good because you always remember you!”

‘’Oh, so this is what makes you live hard?’ inward Winsi while wiping her tears again.

“Mr, don't have a wife? So, where's Aunt Nira?” ask Winston suddenly. Her crying had now subsided and she looked serious about talking.

Basri said he had no relationship since the woman let him down and damaged his sacred home environment as if it had become dirty by his actions.

The moment he moved to Jogjakarta was the moment where Basri was at the lowest point of his life. She is so desperate to find out that Runa is married to Arkan that she decides to stay away from the neighborhood of the house adjacent to where her ex-wife and husband live.

Since then he decided not to marry again and remained alone until death picked him up later.

God never forces man to decide his life. However, what is decided by man is the one who will be held accountable. So, whatever the risk is, it is still man himself who will feel it, although, every human life is never run away from the true destiny of God. That's death.

“Father has no one but you, but you are also now far away especially now that you Win is independent, this is whose home you occupy?”

“This is home Ibuk.”

“What?”

Basri still remembers the story of Runa's life and the state of his parents' house until he was adopted by a good married couple and lived in Jakarta. And that's where they met. It is not expected that if the house that has been burned down decades ago, it can be re-confirmed to the actual owner.

After thinking for a moment, Basri finally realized that it would not be separated from the help of the Arkan family who most likely contributed in it until the house could belong to the Province now.

Ah, what does he mean if he has to ask Provinsi to stay with him.

The man did not expect much if his son, because he only lived in his modest home. Compared to the house occupied by Winsi and his shop. It is not an arbitrary building, although it looks simple but the building is nice, spacious even, has several rooms that can be used as a place of business as well as a place to live.

Afterwards, Basri turned to Anas, he said, “Pak, Anas. I'm sorry .. I don't think people like me deserve to be forgiven, I used to be too emotional.”

“Oh, no problem, Mr. Basri. I understand, especially now it's been decades ago, so there is still age and opportunity, we must forgive each other! I've forgiven Pa Basri a long time ago!” anas replied while patting the grayed-out man on the shoulder beside him.

An apology will always be a beautiful word to hear even though it is often repeated. Forgiveness is the best revenge, and success is the greatest revenge. So, it is true that religious teachings that ask people to forgive each other, because forgiveness is beautiful.

“Thank you, Mr. Anas. I was old, I didn't know God was giving me time. Actually I waited for a time like this for a long time, I admit I was wrong, did not expect I could meet here the same Wiwin also.” Basri said still while wiping away the rest of her tears.

Nia gave a tissue and the old man thanked her. I don't know what caused Basri to cry again, until the three people in front of him looked at each other.

Basri again said, “Bapak is grateful to meet you here.”

“Pak ... Thank you, Mr. Anas, for helping my wife, thank you once again for taking Runa to the hospital to give birth safely. Again forgive me for I was completely wrong.”

“It is okay Mr. Basri, I think all has become the destiny of our God in this encounter, Alhamdulillah. I am also grateful to be able to straighten out our misunderstandings so far.”

Suddenly the voice of Basri's cell phone rang, a sign that an onlen taxi order had arrived. He looked briefly at his cell phone then, looking at Winsi and Anas.

“Yes. Alhamdulillahot. Oh, yes Win, if you have time, stop by the Father's house, Yes?”

Winsi just nodded, then without saying much more, Basri grabbed his son's soft hand, held both shoulders and said again.

“But, no need .. don't go to Father's house, son. Let me come back here sometime. This father does not deserve to ask anything from you!”

“Mr...”.

“Im sorry Mr, yes?”

Winsi nodded quickly, without being able to stem her tears.

After saying goodbye, the man went to his car which was used for a living, without looking again. While tears still had time to drip on his wrinkled cheeks.

After Basri's departure, Anas appealed by promising cooperation for a few more weeks. In contrast to Basri, the man looked so happy, he left with a big smile and encouraging and great hope to Winsi.

One more thing that was not expected by Winsi, after a few days later, Basri came to his store right when he had just returned from college and gave a certificate of his home that he had been in for several years.

Winsi refused subtly, because he felt he did not have to accept all of it as an expression of guilt and such. But Basri insisted because, he wanted Winsi to be the next owner of the house if one day he was gone.

“Bapak please you want to accept this yes, Win. You see, my father has never given you anything. Think of this as an apology from you and your mother!”

“Pak, continue to stay where later if the house so have Wiwin?”

“As long as you are alive, consider me aja Mr. Numpang there.” Basri said with a big smile.

“Bapak, right, can marry again, find a wife who can be a friend and take care of you later, so just love his house for the wife of the Father ..”.

“Do you still deserve to marry again, Win?”

“Can, Sir. My father is not yet 60 years old either. Destination and sunah married is noble, sir, as long as it is not accompanied by bad intentions and only concerned with orgasm.”

Basri pensively heard his son's words, he stared at the home certificate and Winsi alternately, then, smiled again.

“You are indeed a good child, Mr. Salah used to have wasted you and your mother. I didn't expect you would repay me with kindness like this, Win!”

“Pak, all humans have been wrong, I remain Wiwin's parents too, just like Mom, there is no way Wiwin revenge to do evil too.”

“Don't you hate the same Father?”

Winsi looked at Basri at a glance and then lowered his head, he had a hatred for even this man. But after yesterday saw Basri so regret his actions even crying with tears, then, apologizing to him sincerely, the hatred was instantly gone, even his revenge vanished out of nowhere.

“Pak, hatred should not be shown with hatred anyway, grudges should not be avenged with grudges as well, but, it is better to forgive each other in order to eliminate all the ugliness on our hearts.”

Hearing the words of Winsi, Basri could conclude that in fact, his son hated him but he had a greater apology than his hatred.

“Pak, Wiwin already sorry Father, now you have to be happy because Wiwin and Mom are also happy I have another child. So, you remarry, frankly Winsi can not live or stay with the father, sorry ... Wiwin can not if you have to take care of the father,” said Winsi back beeurai tears.

Basri nodded his head, then, patted his son's shoulder gently a few times.

“Yes, yes, I understand. Don't nagis, I'm ashamed if you have to live with Mr.”

After saying so, Basri said goodbye to Winsi, while smiling warmly, the man looked much calmer and relieved in his heart. Parting willingly, will be more pleasant than parting full of wounds and loss. Especially accompanied by the strength of affection given sincerely even if only briefly.

Dusk on the western horizon, as well as the azan magrib who reverberated, signaling that humans immediately choose the time to go home.

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