YOUNG MAN BARREL
MEET IN SORROW

Lama Laras was bowed in prayer for her husband. Tears that tried to stop him broke unstoppable. Down and down. Dive into his heart which is currently in the midst of grief, bitter taste in his soul.

The memories of the past are drawn again, as she and her husband's fadil struggle to get the blessing of the fadil's parents.

Fadil was the older brother of Laras class while in High School, they were met during ospek activities where fadil was the chairman of the osis at that time.

As time went on, love grew between the two. They were in love until Laras graduated from High School.

Laras was orphaned and grew up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Semarang.

He doesn't know who or where his parents are. The caretaker just said Laras was found on the doorstep of the parlor when he was a red baby with the umbilical cord that had not been cut off, and his body was still bleeding.

Young baras is a smart girl. He went on to college with the student duty, on the same campus as Fadil.

One day Fadil brought Laras to be introduced to his parents. But the attitude of rejection from the Fadil family they received.

"we do not agree that you married the girl whose origin is unclear" Fadil's father said furiously.After hearing the explanation and intention of Fadil for his serious relationship with Laras.

"it doesn't matter sir, for Fadil Laras is the right woman to be made a wife" Defa Fadil at that time.

The hard attitude of Fadil's parents did not also subside, rejection for the sake of rejection they continued to get. Initially Laras wanted to give up, but Fadil who love to die with Laras did not want to give up just like that.

Until one day Fadil brought Laras back to meet his parents and still get rejected.

"Fadeel! have you not been touched by the rejection of the same father mother hah!, anyway we disagree!!" Back the snapping sound from Fadil's father sounded louder and furious.

"it's up to the father and mother, even if you do not give the blessing Fadil will still marry Laras" said Fadil who increasingly makes his parents filled with anger.

Laras who sat in the guest chair just fell silent and did not dare to say anything, even if just raised his face.

"plaque plaque" slap landed on Fadil's left right cheek. Her mother who was more silent at that time finally spoke.

"son doesn't know at profit, where your buds go for us, for mom, you're the one we hope to be the successor to this family, son, should have married a woman of clear origin and family so that we were not scorned by our extended family" as soon as the tears of Fadil's mother dripped.

"but Fadil ma'am does not want to marry if not with Baras. Fadil knows which mom is the right woman for Fadil to marry. Please give us ma'am's blessing" as Fadil knelt before his mother who was crying.

"if you still whistle with your decision, you will have to get out of this house. Don't bring anything from here and we don't think you're our son anymore not part of this family" Fadil's father said, shaking his waist. With a look of surprise and anger in Fadil's heart. Without saying anything he got up and headed to his room a few minutes later out with a backpack.

"it's fine if it's the father's decision with the mother. Fadil leaves right now, Fadil doesn't bring anything this is just Fadil's college kit" he said, carrying his black backpack. At the pull of Laras' hand and rushed out, he stopped at the door and took off the box shirt he was wearing, and threw it on the floor, Fadil who only wears thin white T-shirts and worn jeans leaves his house and also without wearing footwear.

His hand continued to hold the hand of Laras who walked behind him in silence. Fadil's blackened face reddened with anger. The barrel can only pass.

"mama" Naren's greeting rang out his daydream. Instantly rub his palm against his shoulder face. Baras with a thin smile clasped tightly onto Naren's hand trying to look tough. Looking for the mood if he's okay.

"Naren Arya, let's go home" the barrel hand extended forward to her two children, then greeted with their warm arms.

Bastian was about to step up after looking at his grandmother's tomb, right near the tomb gate he turned to three people who were also about to leave the tomb. They wear all black clothes.

"is it the Laras?" greet bastian who is already on the side of the path.

The third looked at Bastian. Laras narrowed his eyes looking at the person calling his name.

"i'm Bastian" he replied as he removed his sunglasses.

Still amazed by the shock of seeing Bastian suddenly say hello. At the sight of Bastian from toe to head, Bastian was also dressed all in black.

"i just buried my oma here mbak" without asking bastian explained, because from the gaze of Laras terbesit asked for Bastian.

"oohh, also defend your condolences for your oma" while repairing her black veil.

"the Laras Tambak itself is here...?" bastian asked hesitantly when he saw the aura of the three people as if they were sad. The three looked at each other, with a forced thin smile.

"hhmm, we are also in mourning, the father of the child died" while throwing a look in the other direction and Laras bowed to see the tip of his foot. Bastian instantly opened his mouth.

"emm also sorry for Mbak Laras and children" he said as he walked closer. His handkerchief swept over the tip of Arya's head, gently and lovingly.

"thank you" Baras replied with a forced smile.

"this is Laras' son the other day?" bastian asked, which Laras answered with just a nod. At the sight of Arya leaning on the body of the mother with a sad face.

"this is Naren, my first child Narendra" Laras explained as Bastian's eyes fell on Naren.

"uhhuh! his son Mbak Laras too? kirain's sister mbak Laras" said bastian as if in disbelief. He considers only a child who hit him the other day is the son of Laras.

While smiling thinly and scratching his head that did not itch Bastian hid his shame and puffed it at Laras.

"sorry yes mbak" he said again while slightly lowering his head.

Just smiling thinly the barrel nodded slowly. "no pa pa Bas, many also say that, Naren only 16 years of stature is indeed high like his papa"

A few seconds they looked at each other and a thin knot smile formed from the two.

"dret dret dret" Laras took the phone in his pocket and read an incoming message.

"then we excuse yourself Bas" said Laras who immediately spread a smile amazed Bastian to him.