30 Days Before the Farewell

brainstorm

1 hour passed Ilham was bored in the house, somehow he felt like that when the house used to be the only comfortable place in his life. Inspiration tried to look throughout the room in the house from the living room, towards the family room as well as others he could only drop his tears, he remembered all the good memories with his father and his mother, Ilham remembered once how his father treated his mother, his mother was spoiled in front of him until carried every morning when he and his sister were about to leave school, Inspiration to see it so beautiful, that he felt so amazed to his father, he trusted his father very much. But now that the trust had simply disappeared, his admiration had now turned into hatred, all his sights seemed to just disappear like they were blown away, until now he did not believe any of this could happen in his life.

"Ilham seems to hate me so much, forgive my father son" Bayu's inner. Bayu was playing with the youngest Sifa but his eyes were on Ilham, he was sad to see the child he loved so much started to stay away from him even seeing his father Ilham was no longer willing.

"Mother' we go home yuk! Inspiration is bored here" said the inspiration to his mother. 

"Why son? We're just a minute, kasian Sifa she still wants to play with dad?" Ask Nadira. Nadira is very understanding of his son's feelings but he wants inspiration to be ordinary with his father.

"Oh Allah, my mother wants you to be ordinary with your father, eeehh! Inspiration is still a child so understand if he behaves like this, sorry mother yes son" inner Nadira.

"We're out yuk Bun! Sultry long silence here!?" Ilham. Inspiration pulled his mother's hand out of the house. But Nadira tried to stop Ilham, Nadira still had feelings so he did not want to until Bayu hurt because of his son's behavior like this.

"A little while, son! Inspiration first! Mommy wants to say goodbye to Sifa" said Nadira smilingly looking at her son.

"Do not mother, besides Sifa again play with father" said Ilham.

"Should dong, if we do not say goodbye to Sifa later Sifa nyariin us, kasian dong later he cried here, indeed Ilham would see his sister cry? mother pamit first yes dear, Inspiration first then later mama nyulai!" Nadira again. He tried to persuade Inspiration to let him understand.

"Okay mother, Ilham wait in the front garden yes" Ilham walked left the mother who was still sitting in the living room, the child walked with his head lowered. His eyes were also glassy, maybe he was holding a deep enough sorrow, his heart was sliced, he was quite in a dilemma with this matter.

"Dad why would you hurt your mother, if only you did not marry again maybe we can still live here together with your father and mother" Inner Inspiration.

Meanwhile, Nadira walked over to Sifa and Bayu who were playing with the parrot.

"Mother, look at the beloved parrot ka Ilham, she is still alive mother" said Sifa turned to her mother while smiling sweetly.

"Yes son, Alhamdulillah" said Nadira.

"Mas I want to apologize for the same attitude Ilham you just, later let me talk to him slowly, I'm the same Ilham wait outside, you're the same Sifa just play here" said Nadira to Bayu who was cool playing with Sifa 

"Sir papa, mas deserve to be treated like that Inspiration, please persuade him slowly, apologize mas same him" said Bayu with teary eyes.

"Yes mother" said Sifa smiling.

Hearing the answer sifa Nadira also walked leaving those who are still cool to play. He chose to play with Inspiration outside so that Inspiration does not feel lonely. Actually Nadira knew Ilham wanted to play with his father but all of that was hindered by his hatred.

"Ilham, why play there, son? Come here!" Invite Nadira who saw Ilham standing in front of the gate. 

"There's a mother guest" cried Inspiration. Nadira thought Ilham was upset and then stood in front of the gate when the boy was approaching the guest who had earlier shouted excuse me.

Nadira rushed to Ilham, he saw Ilham talking to the old man who pointed towards the house.

"Who's son?" 

"Good morning ma'am, is Miss Elsanya here?" Ask Mr. Baskoro. It turned out that the guest was Mr. Baskoro who had just arrived to survey the house who all wanted to meet with Bayu.

"Sorry sir, whose father is this?" Nadira asked Baskoro again.

"I'm going to pawn this house Mom, can I meet with Miss Elsa and Mr Bayu?'' ask Mr. Baskoro again.

"Puzzled?" Nadira was shocked to hear the father's words. "Come in sir! Let's just talk inside!" Nadira. Nadira invites Mr. Baskoro to enter the house, he wants to talk something at once he wants to know who dares to mortgage his house.

Nadira invited Mr. Baskoro to sit a chair precisely in the front garden of the luxury house, Nadira invited Mr. Baskoro to sit there because inside there is Bayu and Sifa.

"Sorry sir, who's going to mortgage this house? I'm the owner, I'm surprised you hear my father wants to storm my house?" Ask Nadira. Nadira looked at Mr. Baskoro with a serious look.

"This house belongs to my mother? Doesn't this house belong to Miss Elsa?" Baskoro asked Nadira again. Mr. Baskoro was shocked to hear Nadira's words. He felt strange why the woman in front of him admitted to ngaku the owner of this house even though he already knew clearly that Elsa was the owner.

"No sir, this house belongs to me, Elsa just lives in my house, and I will never mortgage my house" Nadira said firmly.

"Try me to explain, I don't understand Mom, how was it? Yesterday feeling my wife and I had a show in this house, so it is impossible if Miss Elsa just hitchhiking, I know Ms. Elsa is the legal wife of Pak Bayu, mother do not joke" said Mr. Baskoro. He was very cool if it was Elsa's house even though Nadira was right, the house was his, the house of his parents. "I want to meet Mr Bayu, is Mr Bayu inside?" Said Baskoro.