Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 18

"Mrs..." Ratri's voice was heard along with a hug on my chest, while I was still sleeping soundly. I am very good, because for a month I have never slept as quietly as I am now. I opened my eyes in the morning. Because outside the dawn Adhan has reverberated.

"Ratri..." My speech. My hands are embracing my daughter's body as tightly as possible. I am grateful to be able to hug my daughter again. Though yesterday I had thought that I would die at Arin's house because my mind was always worried.

"Emak anywhere.. hu huuu..." Ratri was crying.

"Seeettt... It's okay." I rubbed his hair.

"Sure, is it okay?" Ratri asked then raised his head to look at me softly. I shook my head while smiling to hide this heart wound so that my son would not know.

"Mak is fine. Then what about you?" I asked back. We ended up sitting in the middle of the bed facing each other.

"Mak's mobile number why, is it not active? I was kangen. So I decided to go home?" He said, then he lifted my palm, kissed it nonstop.

"Mak's phone is broken, later Mak will tell me all the same you love.but we pray first," I folded the blanket owned by Ratri.

"Oh yes Mak, why is Mak not bobo with you, why is he sleeping here?" Cecarnya.

"No, Mak bobo is like you, Mak kangen" I pretended to be pouting.

"By Mak.. That's not what it means." Ratri put his spoiled head on my shoulder.

"Heemm.. Mak's son is 23 years old, it's time to have a husband, but still spoiled," Candaku but I want my son to stay spoiled like now.

"Aahh Mother.I still want to be like this," she hugged my shoulder.

"Oh yes, you go back to Jakarta would like to tell Mak. If Mom's daughter already wants to propose?" Ask comforting because Ratri is still misek-misek crying.

"Mom, yes, no,"

"Do you have a boyfriend yet?" This time I asked seriously.

"Nothing fits Mak. Mak do not divert the conversation deh, what is the problem Mak with Pak Agus?" Urge my daughter.

"We pray now" I got out of bed not to discuss the matter first.

Ratri this time according to him, he immediately went to the bathroom that was in this room. While I'm down to the bathroom kitchen. In the kitchen mbok Sri is cooking.

"Mbok Sri cook? Is there any vegetables in the fridge?" My toot.

"The fridge is full, ma'am, but for breakfast I only lay eggs" replied Mbok.

"Yes Mbok" I opened the refrigerator turned out to be right, the refrigerator was full. This must be my son shopping. I smiled as Ratri grew up.

"So, I take a shower first." I closed the fridge.

"Yes Ma'am"

I went back to my original intention of taking a bath in the kitchen. After the shower, I was forced to go to the room because I had to change clothes. Although actually lazy to meet Mas Agus.

"Ningrum..." Sapa Mas Agus was surprised when I went into the room. I did not look at the man who had just woken up.

I opened the wardrobe, but the arrangement of the clothes changed, which at first at the bottom moved up, and vice versa, like someone rearranging.

"Ningrum, where have you been?" Ask Mas Agus. He was standing behind me. I didn't say anything, what else to look at. Either pretend not to know, or indeed do not know the whereabouts of me during this one month only Agus knows.

After getting the clothes I was looking for, I stood up. Inadvertently my gaze was fixed on the foot brace that was used by Mas Agus. I was surprised to ask why Mas Agus. Is He right, but my anger overcame my pity.

I'm going out with a change of clothes and mukena.

"Rum.wouldn't we pray together," he said, stopping my hand as I opened the door. I accidentally shed tears. The prayer is indeed Mas Agus my imam as before. But his words while defending Arin for two months I became resentful.

"Ratri, have you prayed?" I asked when I arrived at Ratri's room.

"Not Mak, just finished the shower,"

I sat in the prayer mat waiting for Ratri to copy the clothes.

"Wouldn't you pray with Agus?" Tanya Ratri while holding a sadjadah.

"Father is still sleeping" I replied lying.

"The time is Mak, usually you wake up earlier than us" Ratri did not believe my answer.

"If we continue to talk.. when we pray." Cut me.

We finally prayed. Finish praying Ratri salim hand then return to bed. While I read prayer. There is so much I pray for. The late parents, about my household, and also about Ratri. Then I went back to bed following Ratri who was playing mobile phone. As soon as I got on the bed, Ratri put the thing down.

"Ratri...why did Arga pick up Mom?" Askaqua.

"Before I answer, where was my real mom for a month?"

"You're being asked instead of her return." I just shook my head, it's too much if I tell Ratri this.

"Now answered Mom, why are you asking."

"The story is long Mak, because Mom is difficult to contact. I was worried and came back here. But when I arrived at this house there was none. I'm in shock Mak. Because of two women I don't know who opened the door, if not mistakenly named Jesinta and Arinta."

"Arin and Jesinta?" Means cutting. Means when I left a month ago they lived in this house. Lshit Arin! I'm clenching.

"Yes Mak, that's it. ngeselin again, Mother's house like a ship broke. And strangely our rooms are used to store their clothes. My clothes are stored in cardboard boxes. Keep your clothes stored in Mbok Sri's room," Adu Ratri annoyed.

"Then, after your arrival did they stay here?" Ask again.

"No, since three days ago they did not return. The clothes I keep in the barn."

I took a heavy breath, meaning Arin was desperate to control my house. Then where's Jesinta? May the child be made a s*x worker as well. Hopefully Arin is not that nice, if I really feel sorry for Jesi.

"Keep Son" I said after we kept quiet.

"When I want to clean up, find Mom's diary. I read Mom's writing until it's over. The last time Mak wrote about going to the hospital, I was confused Mak, it turns out Mak left already one month.

"There was no other way yesterday than to see Papa how to find Mom. Then Papa tells Mas Arga to find and it turns out that Arga can bring Mak home. I'm seneng... Mak." Ratri said then held me tightly.

Ratri told me about the diary I wrote. It also makes sense to write a book. If not, I have not returned to this day.

"Keep, you haven't told me about Mr. Agus" I can't wait.

"Last step, Mas Arga and I looked for Mr. Agus Mak, and I found in the rented, small,"

"Father lives in a rented?" I'm appalled. What else is this.

"Yes Mak, continue to be sad, so I invite Mr. Agus to stay here" Papar Ratri when Mas Agus lived in a rented meal was difficult. O Allah. means Mas Agus at that time was indeed an accident.

It didn't feel like it was seven o'clock I was talking to Ratri. Then the symbok called us to breakfast.

When Ratri and I were sitting at the dinner table, Mas Agus came out of the room limping with a stick and did not feel my tears falling.

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