A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

LOST CONTROL

"Repeat those words again!" press Rusli with a smeared face.

Ichi repeated in a mocking style, "Basic of Hypocrites! You are a god-masked love villain..Do you think your rottenness will not be conveyed to Asna? Remember Rusli. When you fuck a woman, remember your mother!"

"Need to stuff your mouth too huh?!" exclaiming Rusli came forward to slap Ichi. Suddenly Faisal stepped forward to shield right as the man's palm swung.

PLAKK.... OOHHH...

Faisal was slammed into the slap. Rusli had apparently been infuriated while doing so. Ichi was startled for a moment and his anger again ignited seeing the young man lying on the ground complaining of pain.

He looked at Rusli, "You're crazy, right? Did you make a scene in the morning?!" sergeant Ichi.

Rusli tightened his jaw. Their quarrel had attracted the attention of some disciples and some residents. Rusli momentarily observed the situation. It's not beneficial to him. It is better to step back for a moment than to force yourself and find an atmosphere that will never take his side.

"Azka.. You have beat the drums of war on me.." said Rusli flatly.

"Light, drum, do you want to dance saronde, use all drums?" tejek Ichi while helping Faisal stand up.

Rusli snorted loudly then stepped towards his vehicle. After turning on the engine, the man momentarily squinted at Ichi and Faisal alternately then finally held the handlebars deflecting his vehicle turned away from the road of SIS al-Jufri.

Ichi let out a sigh of relief and looked at Faisal, "Sister is okay?"

Faisal smiled, "Today I received a lot of people's attention" he said, then smiled again. "Hopefully in the future more will be watching me."

Ichi raised his eyebrows next to hearing the sarcastic tone of expression.

"I didn't go out." said Ichi.

Faisal looked at. "Why? You haven't had breakfast, have you?"

"No interest" Ichi said. "If you want breakfast, just have breakfast. I'm going back to class."

Ichi turned around to step leaving Faisal who was still in a mood

"Today why do I keep having trouble?" gerutu Ichi was annoyed that his steps had swung across the school field towards his class.

...*******...

Azizah could only sit down nervously which she tried to hide in a fake calm demeanor. Vintje's mother, a former teacher who also currently serves as the head of the tsanawiyah madrassa in the Alkhairaat educational institution of Marisa city, could only stare empathically when revealing some of the actions Ichi did on that day.

While Ichi who was by his side also silently lowered his head, playing a thought, how could he leave if one day interrogated by the mother.

"So that's the case, Azizah's mother." said Vintje's mother ended her presentation.

"I as his mother can only apologize profusely to Mother and Head of Pesantren Cottage. In the future, I will further guide my daughter to be more kind to the future." Azizah replied slowly.

"Thankfully, Faisal Husain gave a description that was able to release the son of Azkadiratna from the bondage of standard rules in this institution. The two children who abused Faisal are now being processed by the campus security agency." said Ms. Vintje then looked at Ichi.

"For a while, my son Azkadiratna Ardhanareswari scores for a week from the day of our meeting. I hope you can accept my decision with a cool head." said Ms. Vintje.

Azizah smiled and then got up and greeted her former teacher and then stepped out and stepped without saying a word. Ichi got up following his mother from behind. He was nervous because he had predicted what he would receive when he got home.

Azizah rode the bentor leaving Ichi riding his bike, turning it into electric motorcycle mode to arrive home soon. That mode is only used if in an emergency position such as chasing time left behind for example.

But this time it is not that, but prepared to face the judgment of his mother because the case of beating two senior children of the boarding school has been reported by the cottage to the head of his madrasa.

Bentor arrived in front of the house. Azizah went out and paid the fare and stepped in without speaking. Not long after, Ichi with his vehicle arrived. The girl parked her bike on the side near the side door of the house and went inside.

The girl stepped into her mother's room and entered it. But my mother was not there. Ichi came out again looking for his mother. The mother was in the kitchen continuing her delayed work.

Ichi stood behind Azizah who busied herself with the housework.

"Umi.." call Ichi slowly.

Azizah did not answer. The woman did so to divert her emotions. Ichi was again about to call when Azizah immediately preceded, "Umi has not been willing to serve you. Go to your room and rest for a while. Do not lure Umi here so that your face will not be exposed to this cuisine" said Azizah with a subtle threat tone.

Ichi understood his mother's words and chose to follow her mother's orders. Azizah if angry is very similar to the temperament of a lioness. The one who held his hand so as not to itch directly hit the princess, was only the request of her husband who asked Azizah not to carelessly indulge her anger.

While Ichi who had been in the room, gave birth to clothes and was about to sleep. The vibration of the device made him suspend his desire to relax himself. Ichi took the device and looked at the screen.

Abi... does he know?

A nervous feeling hit the girl again. The father is jolly and peace-loving, but do not provoke his anger. The man will look very much like a Bhairawa who will be ready to take anyone's life. The dzabaniyah angel's artificial speech is attached to the father's care if in angry mode. So horrible.

Ichi activates call answering.

📲 "Assalamualaikum, Abi." Ichi greeting.

📲 "Wa alaikum greetings, Nunu. Umi exists?" ask the father.

📲 "There is... briefly I bring it to Umi." replied Ichi then got up again and stepped while carrying the device without disconnecting the call.

The girl arrived in the kitchen. Azizah was busy cooking eggplant sauce.

"Umi, there's Abi to talk" Ichi said.

Azizah turned her head for a moment and stopped cooking and grabbed the device and hinted Ichi to return to her room. The girl turned and walked out of the kitchen. Azizah followed Ichi's back away and brought the speaker closer to her ear.

📲 "Hello, my beautiful darling." replied the husband in a flirtatious tone. Azizah smiled for a moment.

📲 "Tumben called noon." Azizah said spoiledly, "What's the matter? not usually."

There was a soft laugh there.

📲 "Just say that Abi is going to Marisa again" said the husband in a warm voice.

📲 "No fear of being reprimanded by the head of the madrasah? Every week his work comes home only." Azizah mocks.

There was laughter across.

📲 "This again where? At school, huh?" guess Azizah.

📲 "No, as usual.I'm at the boarding house, take a break." said the husband. "alright. Anything to tell you?"

📲 "Mother Vintje didn't tell Abi?" ask Azizah.

it was a little quiet until my husband asked. Azizah sighed for a moment and then tested.

📲 "Ichi scored for a week for beating up his upperclassman." Azizah said.

📲 "Well, great dong." chirped the husband then laughed.

📲 "How about anyway? Proud of his son being a thug?!" sergeant Azizah was upset but it turned out that the husband's laughter was getting louder across.

📲 "It's not so." tangkis the husband. "That's new to me. As I remember during my time at school, I never had any problems with my upperclassmen."

📲 "Ah, that's right." said Azizah in disbelief, "Don't this Abi style of behavior while still joining Pengsen'k nih?!" the accusation.

📲 "The most agreeable when it comes to fighting." stalk the husband. "Abi's other friend is the one who is angry and somewhat temperamental. The zodiac is the same as Umi's, huh."

📲 "Then how about? Ichi not school for a week?" tukas Azizah's.

📲 "Already. I'll take care of it. Tomorrow I return to Marisa." said the husband steadily.

📲 "Yes already. Umi wait, huh?" tugut Azizah's.

📲 "OK... Assalamualaikum.." said the husband.

Azizah returned her husband's greetings and ended the cellular conversation. The woman takes care of the pan and turns off the gas stove and steps out to the side ******. There is a plastic pan containing a pile of cloth that has been soaked using liquid soap.

The woman sighed weakly looking at the pile of clothes that belonged to her mother. Both fingers still hurt to rub and squeeze the soaking cloths. The effect of the second vaccination is still felt in his arms.

Before long one of his sisters, Syamsu appeared with a frown, all day sleeping due to playing online games all night. The man was about to urinate when Azizah called him.

"Chicken, please squeeze Mama dong's clothes." pinta Azizah.

"Why aren't you?" reply Syamsu with cuek.

Emotions of women re-ignited hearing the words of his sister.

"Eh, you were asked, please, how is that?" reprimand Azizah with a stiff face. "I didn't ask you to rub my clothes. These are Mama's clothes. How much do you answer?"

"Then why? Is that all you're asking me for help?" reply Syamsu again began to be fierce.

"Eh, Sham! If so, the man is a little powerless" Azizah said with emotion. "If you go home from work, I won't tell you. I know myself! But this is you are not working, playing online games every night, told to wash his clothes mama why not?!"

"I'm busy!" syamsu briefly goes directly into ******.

Azizah whose emotions instantly swore angrily. The quarrel invited Jumria to appear.

"Already, don't you scold them. Don't you tell them. Let it go." pinta Jumria.

"Lho, Ma? How the hell is that? If left that way they even add to his laziness, Ma!" azizah replied with a voice beginning to rise. "Why do you like to spoil boys anyway?!"

"Then you forced them to work? It will only increase their hatred for you." said Jumria did not want to lose.

"Ma, I'm like this for their own good, too.? They're men, Ma. Not Women! If all day at home is nothing, why be a man?" tukas Qzizah is getting more fierce.

"Mama just don't want them to be rebuked." said Jumria.

"Okay, if it's Mama's will." said Azizah who had peaked her emotions. "They can't stay here anymore!"

"Lho's? Why aren't they allowed to stay here? Is this Mama's house?" tukas Jumria is also fierce.

"Ma, this house stands partly on the land my husband bought. I will not claim Mama's land. I have my husband's. Only Mama should know. I am the only woman in this family. All the property related to the house, it was under my management, and that is what Papa recounted while advising Kak Ucan after his fight with my husband! If Mama wants to claim Mama's land, please! I also claim my husband's land!" sergeant Azizah with a beaver.

"You are already married, you look arrogant." said Jumria.

"Ma, I'm not arrogant." Agile Azizah fiery. "But I'm trying to put them where they belong! They are men! After all, if Mama only knows bringing up the nostalgia of the past where our house is still a hut and has nothing, now Mama should be grateful that now our lives are enough. Mama's mother-in-law now works in North Gorontalo to meet our needs. He has fulfilled his duty. Now I ask, what are the obligations that Mama's boys show? Whereabouts? Just stay in the household they're not smart! My mother's two children are now widows. Thank goodness Big Brother had already begun to realize his responsibility as the eldest son. Even if you do not work under the vice, must have been expelled Papa. This Syamsu delicious to live in a house like a pingitan man, his work ngegame all night like not remembering tomorrow. Do you want to bear the sin of the hereafter for not being able to educate children?!"

Jumria fell silent and said no more. The grandmother could only turn her body around and step away leaving Azizah alone in the kitchen. Exasperated, Azizah throws the spatula in her hand into the corner of the wall and steps out of the kitchen and chooses to rest her mummified brain in her bedroom. That day, inexplicably an ugly incident happened to his family. []