My Mother's Tears

My Mother's Tears
Part 36 The Arrival of Maryati


“Nduk, don't talk like that.”


“I'm sorry Dad, I don't seem to accept my presence in this house.”


“Good if you know yourself,” timpal Diah, while turning his face towards the door.


“Diah! you can't be like that to my daughter.”


“Whose daughter do you mean? isn't she your adopted daughter!”


“That's in your opinion, but she's the one who's been making my wife happy.”


Hearing the quarrel of the two, Maryati tried to reconcile her, because she did not want her parents to fight just because of her.


“Alright, fine. As long as you guys don't fight anymore, I'd better just go, Assalamu’alaikum.”


“Wa’alaikum greetings,” replied Diah rudely


Diah answered Maryati's greeting, but they quarreled again.


“You're too much Diah, before we got married, Yati was already part of my family, now just because of your selfishness, she left me.”


“If he is a dutiful son, why did he leave his father alone helpless!”


“You were wrong Diah, before your arrival to this house, Yati had already come to invite me to stay with her, but I refused, because I was still in my duty as Kades.


“Haah..! never mind, do not you read again the ugliness of your adopted daughter.”


“According to my eyes, you are no less bad than him.”


‘Lack of Dawn, base of men useless.”


The swearing she made spontaneously made Darman feel shocked, her whole life was only the first time a woman had sworn herself.”


“Alright, from now on I divorce you! pack up all your things, and get out of my house as soon as possible,” said Darman as he turned his face towards the outside window.


“You're seriously divorcing me Kang?” ask Diah not to believe it.


“Yes, I hope never to return to this house.”


“What do your words mean Kang? Don't you pity to see Rizik live without a Dad.”


“Do what I feel sorry for Rizik, not if he has a biological father.”


“But his father is gone with another woman Kang.”


“I don't care.”


“I beg Kang, don't drive us out of this house. I promise, will receive Yati with a roomy chest.”


“Udah is late, now that Yati has left, do you know, where is she currently staying? no right?”


“So what we must do to make up for this error Kang.”


“Come out of this house asap!”


Darman's assertiveness to his wife Rodiah, making the woman helpless, must Rodiah has repeatedly apologized, but Darman still kicked him out of the house.


Together with his son Rizik Rodiah was out of the former Kades house.


“You are so cruel Kang, you did not even give me the slightest chance to correct the mistake I made.”


“Free, if a wife has dared to speak rudely to her husband, one day those words will definitely be repeated again.”


“Not that I've apologized to you!”


Without answering a word, Darman shut the door firmly. So that made Rodiah had to leave.


“Mother, where are we going?” asked Rizik to his mother who seemed to cry while walking.


“Where to, when to need we go directly to hell.”


“Whatever hell is whose home is Bu?”


“Home dedemit!” rodiah grumbled that at that time was getting upset.


“Their dedemit stay in hell huh Bu.”


“Udah!” rodiah shouted while squeezing his hair with both fingers of his hand.


“Mother why upset? I'm just a nanya, the dedemit lives in hell or not!


if yes answer yes, otherwise you don't have to be upset like that."


“Diaaam..!”


“Alright, if Mom wants me to shut up, then I'll shut up soon.”


“Why am I so careless huh, if only I wanted to be a little patient, until the inheritance of the house fell into my hands, surely I will not get out of the house,” Rodiah murmured slowly.


When Rodiah continued to fantasize with all his empty fantasies, Rizik continued to walk of course directions.


He left his pensive mother alone. When an angkot was about to hit him, Rodiah realized that his son Rizik was no longer with him.


“Rizik! The rhizome! Storage!” shouted Rodiah who continued to run to and fro looking for his son's whereabouts.


Meanwhile, Rizik who felt tired of walking, he realized that he had slipped from his mother's hand. Rizik was crying hysterically among the crowd of the city.


“Mother, Mother, Mother…!huk, uhuk, huk!”


Coincidentally when Maryati with her three children, was waiting for a rickshaw to go home, Bima accidentally saw Rizik was crying.


“Bu, look! isn't that Grandpa's son we came to?”


“Yes, you're right son, what else is he doing here?” ask Maryati to Bima.


“Entai Bu, but it looks like he is crying, Bu.”


“Let's approach nak.”


Then the four of them approached Rizik who continued to cry while calling his mother. Many people pay attention but they do not know Rizik.


“Why are you crying son?” ask Maryati to know.


“So I was with my Mom, but I don't know where you're going right now?”


“Aren't you the one at Mr Darman's house?”


“Iya Ma'am, Mr. Darman it's my father, but he has also kicked Mom out of the house."


“So you guys were kicked out of the house by Mr Darman?”


“Iya Bu.”


“Why can be expelled?”


“Because Dad and Mom quarrel.”


“Ooo.”


Maryati realized, if the quarrel between the two of them, must have been triggered because of her presence in the house.


“Alright, then, let me drive you home to Mr. Darman.”


“What if my Mom searches later?”


“He must be looking for you at Mr. Darman's house.”


“Good.”


Without feeling the slightest objection Maryati immediately drove Rizik to his Father's house in Cempaka Village. Seeing the arrival of Maryati with Rizik, Darman became very surprised.


“Lho, why is Rizik with you son?” ask Mr. Darman astonished.


“So I met him in Dad's terminal, I saw him crying, it looks like Rizik is separated from his mother.”


“What's so right nak?”


“Iya Well, that's Mom behind me, but I'm not seen anymore?”


“Aduh, go where he is, why he is so hearty to leave his son alone in the middle of the market.”


“Huhu…! then I'm how Dad is.”


“Keep son, we just wait here, later your mother will definitely come back to find your presence in this house.”


“If Mom doesn't come back how's Dad?”


“If Mom doesn't come back by tomorrow, Dad will be looking for your mom.”


“Create Father?”


“True darling, now stop crying.”


“Good Dad,” replied Rizik a little quiet.


“Yati.”


“Iya Father.”


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