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Upon arrival in Kampung Indah, Martin and Irma had to return to Jakarta, after getting a call from one of his men who reported that their company in Germany was in trouble, so Martin had to intervene directly to overcome it.
Their intention to enjoy a vacation in his hometown, had to be delayed. They had not even had time to see the place of residence Indah, because at that time they delivered Indah only up in front of the mosque, while the house of Indah was right behind the mosque. It's beautiful to understand that, however, Martin is a very busy businessman.
"Once again sorry, can't stop by. We really need to get back to Jakarta now. Mas Martin suddenly got a call from his men in Germany, so we had to get there right away." Irma said with a disappointed face.
"Yes, no papa. God willing, if there is a long life, surely we will meet again." Beautiful reply with her signature smile.
"That's it, we say yes. If there's anything, don't hesitate to call us." Irma. Assalamu'alaykum?" Pamit Irma and Martin together while waving their hands towards Beautiful.
"Yes, wa'alaykumussalam. Titip Lira yes mba, mas." Saying Indah replied to Irma's hand.
Indah felt relieved when her iron decided to go straight back to Jakarta. How not? the condition of his house is very unlikely to receive special guests such as Irma and Martin. It makes Indah feel bad if the iron has to stay in her old hut.
Unbeknownst to Indah, Irma put ten million worth of money into a bag of clothing owned by Indah. Irma deliberately put it into the bag because if she gave it directly to Indah, it would definitely be rejected. Though the money Irma gave for the needs of Indah during her own life in the village. Moreover, Indah still needs money to check up costs post-operation at that time.
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It was beautiful to enter his house which he left for a few days without anyone to look after. Without rest, Indah immediately cleaned her house that already looks dusty and a little dirty. Naturally, the beautiful house is made of old bamboo matting. Even the walls look worn.
Despite the circumstances of her house is very uninhabitable, Indah remains grateful because the house built from the sweat of her late husband, standing on their own land. The land was bought from the sweat of her husband who worked as a building porter when Lira was a child. Later the land was made as an inheritance for the Lira, if they had returned to the divine lap.
Inside the hut, there were no valuables such as televisions, radios, or other electronic devices. There is only a bed covered with woven mats as a substitute for chairs in the living room.
After cleaning his house, immediately clean up and then pray, because it has entered the prayer time dhuhur. After that, Indah entered Lira's room. He sat on the edge of the bed while wiping the weathered mattress that used to be occupied by Lira. A clear thread flowed from the corner of her eye recalling the sweet memories with Lira as a child.
Living in limitations makes Lira not always able to get the things she wants. Even Indah was never able to buy Lira milk when her little baby was crying thirsty, when the stock of ASI Indah was exhausted due to hunger. Indah was also unable to buy Lira a school uniform when the little Lira had entered Primary School. As a result, Lira dressed up in her former school uniform from her neighbors who had changed color from white to yellowish.
Lira's childhood was spent working. When her age friends spend time playing, Lira chooses to help her parents make money.
Until Lira graduated High School, when her friends continued their education to college, Indah was not able to finance Lira college. Finally, with determination and determination, the Lira left for Jakarta to try to complain about her fate. Lira intends to help her sickly mother.
Indah's heart ached when she remembered how her daughter struggled in helping her make money. Since childhood, Lira has been accustomed to helping her mother find extra money, such as selling fried foods or looking for snails to sell to neighbors. All the money he made was given to his mother. Lira is a dutiful child and never once did she trouble her parents.
Beautifully lying his body to the mattress Lira, the image of his daughter's sad face continued to cross his mind. A face that harbored a thousand sorrows, yet was covered in a bright smile. Beautifully remembered how Lira cried in her arms, as if she was sharing her grief. Even the bruised wound on the temple of Lira which is deliberately covered with a hijab, remains clearly visible to Indah.
The heart of the mother who can see her child suffer. The child that he had loved and cared for with all his heart, was hurt by the hands of his own daughter-in-law. Silence does not mean that he accepts. He was silent just because he kept his son's feelings. Especially her clothes were very good to her.
Tiredness attacks the fragile body Beautiful, to deliver it to dreamland. He hopes, may happiness soon come in the life of his daughter, despite having to pass various severe tests.
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Upon entering the house, they were immediately greeted by Reza and Lira with a sweet smile on their faces.
"Assalamu'alaykum?" Greetings Irma and Martin when entering the house.
"Wa'alaykumussalam." Reza and Lira answered simultaneously while kissing the back of Irma and Martin's hands alternately.
"Where is the journey ma, pa?" Lira asked as they had sat on the sofa of the living room.
"Lumayan is tiring, baby. Your village is far away too. But unfortunately we can't catch up, pa? My mom wants to enjoy a vacation there. Even if it's just a day, it makes mama really cool." Clearly Irma with a tired face mixed with disappointment.
"Why mommy doesn't feel good." Ask Reza. Because the sudden return of his parents, made Reza a little upset because his plan to torture to fail.
"Papa got a call from one of my confidants in Germany, he said the company was in trouble. That's why you're being asked to go there tonight." Martin replied while leaning his tired body against the back of the sofa.
"What can't be represented, huh, pa?" Tanya Reza felt unbearable to see her father who was getting old but still had to work to take care of the company.
"Can't, Za. Papa should handle it immediately." Martin closed his eyes while poking his heavy forehead.
The trip takes Indah to the village, then back again to Jakarta, occupied without rest.
If Reza wanted to replace his position, he would not be exhausted like this. And of course, he will spend more time at home, enjoying his old age with his family. But unfortunately, until now Reza is still at home with his job as an ophthalmologist at their hospital.
"Oh yes Za, later tonight you and Lira change papa to the wedding of Mr. Adiguna's daughter, huh?" Said Martin.
"What time is the party, Dad?"
"It's not wrong, the show starts at 7 to 11 p.m. The show was held at one of their hotels, at the Adya Hotel." Answer Martin.
"Well, Reza will go with Lira." He answered with a sweet smile. But according to Lira, that smile was terrible.
Martin and Irma went to the room to rest. At least they still have a few hours before leaving by private jet.
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