He's Not The Best
23. Utilizing it

Use it for Money

Winsi looked up and responded to Runa's question, pursing her lips then, she said, “Ih, I don't want to, Mom ... School is expensive. He said if the school there must be smart, must be a lot of money.”

“You are also smart, the mother's child is a lot of money, just try it, yesterday you work on school tours just use your own savings. That means you're rich!”

Hearing Runa's words, Winsi recalled the incident where she felt very surprised, when she met Erlan. The man accused him of using the money he gave, recklessly and stated that it was his duty so that, he could go on a tour.

“Try you remember again, the previous incident, did Erlan really give you money?”

“No, Mom!” Winsi said confidently that he had never received a penny from Erlan.

Without hesitation, Winsi told Runa about the allegations that Basri had used him for money. It's a shame that what his father did was right. He guessed all of that because of his memory of the incident two weeks ago.

When Basri caught him in front of the house, the man immediately said that he needed money, to Erlan who happened to be with him and asked to lend the money. The teenage man responded and went to get it. However, after entering the house, he did not see Erlan return.

After hearing all the words of her son, Runa let out a long sigh while stroking her chest, how all the events were getting tired of her to keep on holding on. He loved Basri so much that, whatever he did, he was always able to accept it. Is there a love as big as his love? There may be and even many, but, not all of their life stories are the same as they are.

Living together in one shade of affection, one understanding, purpose of life, hope and aging together is the lofty ideal of every human being with his partner. It's just that sometimes the test that must be passed is not as easy as last thought, resulting in a breakup in the middle of a crossroads.

After Winsi fell asleep, Runa stroked her daughter's head gently. He only whispered heartfelt words that, there might be a misunderstanding and if Erlan did not mind the money or ask him to return, then he would not have to worry about it.

Runa went back to her own room and looked at the empty bed. Usually Basri will always be at home when going home and only go for a while to buy his own needs. But this was the first time her husband had left so late at night. He was agitated at the thought of so many negative guesses about what was happening right now.

She had no intention of contacting her husband, as it was guessing that the man must still be having fun with Nira. His heart felt like it was being pinched hard and, tears were flowing without being asked.

It turns out that this pain seems to see loved ones prefer and appreciate other women when, as a wife, she has been doing a lot of things together. There was nothing he could do now, other than accept.

Without feeling, Runa finally fell asleep in her room alone without closing the door, even the room lights were left on.

As a result of the condition of the heart makes his physical fatigue doubled, he became indifferent including himself, being at the level of the most severe.

*****

The next day, as usual, Runa woke up before dawn, preparing to perform the worship of the sunah and mandatory until the deadline for prayer, with Winsi. He saw Basri still asleep even though he had woken him repeatedly. The man came home late at midnight so that when dawn came, it became difficult to wake up.

‘What are you doing out there with Nira outside the house, sir? I'm not gonna want to be touched by a male adulteress. The sins borne by those who commit the accursed deed, bring evil to forty of his neighbors to the right, left, front, back, let alone to his wife!’ batin Runa while looking away from her face, went out of the room to prepare breakfast, and do other homework.

Winsi is happy to help Runa prepare food for Basri when he will return to work. Usually no more than two days he was at home and, each time he would bring supplies made by his wife.

Runa was almost done preparing food and breakfast, when Basri came out of the room was clean and neat but, Nira still did not show his nose. When she saw her husband, she took a quick glance at the door of the room where Nira had fallen asleep, which was still closed.

Basri sat down on the dining table chair and Runa picked up her homemade breakfast. The woman accompanied him to a meal by taking a sitting position facing each other.

While Winsi continued to make food in the kitchen alone. He had not eaten at a table with Basri since childhood, when he began to understand and concluded that Basri's anger only occurred when he saw him. He knew that the man hated him. So, he chose to avoid it.

“Have dawn prayers, sir? I woke up not even wake-up .. misadventure, right?” runa said, after the rest of the rice on her husband's plate only stayed a little. He tried to start a conversation after a long silence was between them.

“Hmm ...” Basri replied while nodding, without looking towards his wife.

“You leave for work today?”

“Ya.”

“Where's the night, Sir?”

“You don't need to know all my business, don't think of the macem-macem, I'm just going to the house of Boss Damar, kok!”

Now they had finished eating and Basri was busy with his phone. Runa cleaned the dish and then sat down next to her husband.

“Pak, know a kid whose name is Erlan, right? Sir Arkan's son?” tanya Runa went back to fishing.

“Ngak.”

“Times anyway, don't know? He who lives in a big house near the turn of the road to the city?”

“If I say I don't know ya don't know .. Who is Erlan, who is Arkan? The feeling of no such person's name in this village?”

“Now, feel the minjam money to the boy, sir?”

“What are you talking about? let alone minjam money know aja enggak.”

Hearing Basri's words, Runa took a deep breath and most likely the man did not care and did not give a satisfactory answer. So, he chose to be quiet.

‘It could be that Erlan has given away the money, what if the boy charges one million to Winsi, from where he can pay money that is not at all enjoyed. O Allah, I am only prejudiced on my destiny' Inner Runa.

Desperate, sad and ignored, that was the feeling that dominated Runa's mind at the moment.

“Sure you left last night with Nira, right?” asked Runa ketus, there was jealousy from his style of speech.

“Yes, he wants to find a job, who knows he will be able to pay for his own college, do not bother me. So good is he?”

Runa's heart was like burning hearing Basri praise the other woman very well, in front of her. Then what is the meaning of his sacrifice so far which also helped finance their household life with their own sweat even for electricity and water needs for years never asked Basri.

A feeling of anger and jealousy churned in the chest, making Runa immediately move while stomping her legs. At first glance she looked at her husband, snorting violently and then, went to the kitchen to pack the food that had been prepared by Winsi.

Although, annoyed half-dead at hearing other women being praised, Runa still packed the food neatly and then gave it to Basri.

She approached her husband while saying, “Now, will the woman continue to sleep? When did he start school? You don't have to pay for college, do you, sir?”

Basri took a deep breath while looking at Runa at a glance then, he said, “Let him sleep do not be disturbed, must be tired of coming home really late waiting for me.”

Basri's words made Runa furrow both of her eyebrows so deeply. She's astonished.

After saying so Basri got up from his seat while carrying a food box that his wife had prepared. Without further ado, he took the truck out of the yard and left.

Runa did not kiss the back of Basri's hand as usual because she was still upset. Although, her instinct felt if her husband also had the same upset feelings, but she ignored him.

While Winsi was already standing behind his mother's back, staring at the departure of Basri's car with a blank look. Realizing her son's whereabouts, Runa turned her head then, grabbed the girl's shoulder and led her to the dining table.

“Come, now you eat,” he said as he sat next to Provinsi last, continued talking, “when did you start school?”

“Front week, Bu.”

“Oh yes, Ustadzah Aisi yesterday gave his son's former Junior High School uniform first, still good on his shirt and must be quite the same as you. So, you don't have to buy a new uniform. The money can make our savings, so we can quickly move from here.”

“Ekhem!”

Suddenly a loud deheman sounded from behind their backs.

Seriate

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