I LOVE YOU UNCLE BASTIAN
The Bu Sri
** Two years later **
Today is Dara's graduation day from elementary school, the 12-year-old appears to be waving his hands to her father.
"Become!" Call Mr. Rusdi.
"Because I graduated, sir. Dara graduated!!" exclaimed Dara who was seen running towards Mr. Rusdi who was at the school.
"Good Dara, Mr. Seneng." java Mr. Rusdi who you then hug Dara.
It has been two months that Ms. Sri has not appeared, I don't know where the woman is and where. The life of Mr. Rusdi and Dara goes as usual, he said, although like that Mr. Rusdi still lives in the house of Ms. Sri and Dara.
"Where does Dara want to go to school?" ask Rusdi with a smile.
Dara who got a question from his father continued it appears he was silent, blood was afraid to say his wish, understand the man in front of him was not his father.thankfully Mr. Rusdi wanted to be with Dara, Dara, she wants to consider him a child and share her grief.
"Because you don't know, sir, do you have the money to send Dara to school?" dara asked with a slightly sad face.
"Father is every day working, blood.cooking father has no money, you can not give up you have to go to school. If you're not in school how do you want to achieve your goals? you said you wanted to be a doctor and be proud of you" said Mr. Rusdi who made Dara smile.
"Yes sir, Dara wants to be a doctor, Dara wants to be rich. Dara wants to make you happy." said Dara who then embraced Mr. Rusdi.
The footsteps of the father and son walked back to their house, looking they laughed so happily.The face that looked so happy made Dara completely lose her grief. about 1 hour later Dara and Mr. Rusdi had arrived home, their eyes both shocked by something in front of the house.
"Sir, how are all the items removed?" ask Dara.
"Father also does not know, Dara. his house was the key father really" said Mr. Rusdi.
"But how the goods are on the issued yes sir?" ask Dara who is a little confused.
In haste Mr. Rusdi and Dara ran towards their house, when they were already at home the eyes of Dara and Mr. Rusdi looked at a woman who came out of the room.
"Mother" said Dara, who saw her mother come out of the house.
"Now that you leave here, this house is mine!!" exclaim Bu Sri who was in that house.
"Mother, you just got home?!" dara asked the little girl was really happy when she saw her mother was already there. It has been 2 years her mother suddenly disappeared, today suddenly also her mother returned. but I don't know what happened. Suddenly Ms. Sri immediately took out Mr. Rusdi's belongings from the house.
"Mom, why are you getting your things out?" ask Dara to her mother.
"Mother is married again, now your father has to leave here." replied Ms. Sri.
mr. Rusdi was really very surprised by the words spoken by his wife.2 years suddenly disappeared but when he returned he said that now he was remarried.
"What the hell are you Mom, suddenly disappeared now you say you're married.what are you like?!" exclaim Mr. Rusdi.
"This is our divorce papers, now you're out of here!!" exclaim Bu Sri.
"Mother don't be like that, he's my father!" exclamation Dara.
"What are you talking about, Dara. He's not your father!!" yelled Bu Sri.
Mr. Rusdi really did not know what he had to do, it turns out the news said by his friend was true.
"Do you really want to be like this, Sri?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
"Of course, you are a person who cannot be rich. From the past until now your life like this continues, so the builder continues!" exclaim Bu Sri who has thrown away the goods of Mr. Rusdi.
"Mom, you don't do that!" exclamation Dara.
"It's blood, this is what your mother wanted" Mr. Rusdi said.
"No sir, I don't want you to leave here I'm coming!" exclaim Dara while holding the hand of Mr. Rusdi.
"You don't mess around, Dara. come here you!!!" exclaim Bu Sri who then pulled Dara's hand.
"No, ma'am, I don't want to. I want to come with you!" exclamation Dara.
Mr. Rusdi looked at Dara with eyes so sad, the man hugged Dara so tightly.
"If you want to go with your father, go! I won't be disappointed if you leave, go there so you're now so bad you don't have a home!!" shouted Bu Sri who then invited her new husband to go from there.
Seen Mr. Rusdi staring at the house with eyes so empty. "Come sir, let's get out of here" said Dara.
"Are you sure you want to come with me?" ask Mr. Rusdi.
"No papa sir, so even the gembel was nothing from Dara as the father" said Dara who continued to embrace Mr. Rusdi.
Mr. Rusdi's heart was really so melted, two years of living with his stepson made Mr. Rusdi know how to live. "Yes already then, you follow the father yes.later you want to go to the place of one of the father's friends." said Mr. Rusdi.
"Come sir, let's get out of here." Pinta Dara.
The footsteps of the two men walked among the thunder that began to thunder, rain fell on the earth as if to say that nature was saddened by what happened to Mr. Rusdi and Dara.
"We find a place to shelter, Dara, this will rain you as well as the sick father." said Mr. Rusdi.he invited Dara to take shelter in the camp post that is somewhere, he said, dara's eyes looked at Mr. Rusdi.The 12-year-old little boy was holding tightly the hand of Mr. Rusdi.
"Don't stay in Dara sir" said Dara who made Mr. Rusdi shed his tears.
"Whatever father will be with you, Dara" said Mr. Rusdi who then stroked Dara's hair.
Between the torrential rain and the thunderous lightning strikes, the two bloodless people braced themselves together.
"Sir, where is your friend's house?" ask Dara to Mr. Rusdi.
"Let's take the angkot, after that we ride the rickshaw" said Mr. Rusdi.
"Then have you arrived sir?" ask Dara.
"Of course, cook after boarding the rickshaw then take the train, not funny right" said Mr. Rusdi who made Dara smile.
After the rain subsides, Rusdi invites Dara to look for public transportation, the man convinces himself to raise the young girl who has been discarded by his mother.
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