About Dad, Love, And His Friends

Who's Enny?

"The judge tapped the hammer after the verdict was handed down.Three years of detention that I must live.I resigned, bowed lethargic to accept the verdict.Tak felt tears dripping my firmness. I'm powerless, I have no power against this injustice."

" I feel I'm at the lowest point in life.I don't have a chance to explain to everyone that I'm innocent.Although the opportunity exists,the arguments I make will be considered weak because their minds have judged first, because their minds only know one fact, I'm caught."

"No one believes that I'm innocent.Pun no one believes that I'm trapped by a coward who wants to destroy my dreams and my life."

"There's only one name that believes I'm the victim in this case." Mr. Asrul was silent.

"Content? That girl?"guessy curious.

"Hm ... ." Mr. Asrul smiled bitterly. "She made my wounds even deeper.She turned, back into Noval's arms." 

"Does Mr Asrul hold a grudge for the girl?"

Mr. Asrul shook his head.

"Why? Hasn't that girl been betrayed?"many of you are surprised by the attitude of Mr. Asrul.

Will a person who sincerely loves be a senewen like Mr. Asrul? Or is the drunkenness not gone yet? Thought confusion.

"I did not position her as a traitor, but she was a girl who tried to think realistically" said Mr. Asrul like a poet.

"Akh ... I'm ra mudeng!"my answer mimicked a sentence you used to say when he failed to understand.

"You'll understand when you're in love, love someone sincerely."

Hmh ... ! I'm more confused. Love is so complicated to understand.

"Then who believes Mr. Asrul is innocent?"ask me to shift the conversation from love to another topic.

Love makes me as cool as Mr. Asrul.

"Old man?"my connection.

Suddenly Mr. Asrul cried. Repeatedly his shoulders went up and down withstanding the roar of grief in his heart.

I held the shoulder of Mr. Asrul, that fragile shoulder."Mr Asrul is okay?"I asked while stroking my father's best friend's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay." replied Mr. Asrul briefly with a slightly weakened tone.

"I'm afraid that my question has disturbed Mr. Asrul."

"It's okay" replied Mr. Asrul repeating his sentence earlier.

"I am always sad when I remember them.I have hurt both of them a lot.I am a child who does not know in profit, a child who does not know the return."

"Want to rest and kneel before them, asking forgiveness for all the behavior that made both of them hurt" he said.

"As long as there's a chance, why not do it?"my many.

"Slow!"answer Mr. Asrul.

"Dad and my mother were so shocked and devastated to hear I was arrested by the police for being caught keeping drugs.Dad did not accept this incident.He was angry and angry with me."

"Dad swore never to allow me to return to my hometown, father did not allow me to go home.Dad did not consider me his son anymore.huk..." Mr. Asrul cried as much as a child.

Iunderstood it.

Whoever he is when he is in the position of Mr. Asrul at this time, will probably do the same.

"Dad was ashamed to have a child like me.Dad was ashamed of everyone in the village who considered the father including successfully educating his children to behave well and obey religion so far.I was considered a useless child, he said,children who do not know themselves do not know are lucky.Children who are not good at return."continue Mr. Asrul still with a roaring cry.

"Father who had been sickly, his health dropped after hearing the incident.The more days his condition became more concerning.A month after the incident, the father returned to the grace of Allah ...." Sir Asrul's crying is getting unstoppable.

"After the conclusion held for three consecutive nights participated, the mother went into her room.Usually one hour or fifteen minutes at the most before the dawn of the Adhan,mother had woken up to perform the tahajjud prayer.After that the mother attacked the water first just perform the morning prayer.It has become a routine that mother always does every day.But that morning the mother did not come out of her room."

"After the dawn prayer, the mother has not come out too, at 6.00, at 7.00, at 8.00 WIB the mother still has not come out."

"Kayla began to feel anxious and worried, Kayla approached the mother's room and slowly pushed the door of her room that was not in the key from the inside, then..." Mr. Asrul paused for a moment.

"What happened to you sir?"

"Kayla was surprised to find her mother sitting, her eyes looking forward with a blank look.Whatever Kayla said and Kayla asked, the mother remained silent, unreacted,"

"Kayla cries shaking her body while asking why she is like this? But I'm still quiet not budging."

"Two weeks later I followed my father ...." Mr. Asrul came back crying.

What a heartbreaking story.The heart-wrenching tragedy of life.

"I want to end my life after hearing the news.I feel unable to bear all this suffering.I feel that there is no longer any meaning in this life.At that time for me to die is the best solution to end all this suffering." Mr. Asrul was silent for a moment.

"After that what happened sir?"

"Thank you there's your father, Rayyan." Mr. Asrul looked at me.

"Rayyan's the only one who believes that I'm innocent in this case.Rayyan believes I'm just a victim, a victim of injustice."

"He sacrificed a lot for me, both moral and material.He often took the time to rush me when I was in prison.He gave support and motivation for me to continue to survive and the spirit of living this life,without him, I may no longer stand on this earth." Take a break

"Your father is not just a friend to me, but more ... More than that.Rayyan I have considered as my own brother.I owe him a lot.He is a very good person, even very good according to me."

"But baby, it's fine not enough to fight in this harsh city.I and your father were too innocent to face this metropolitan trickery.Because we might be from the village, so we're too naive."

"Me and your father suffered almost the same fate.Although the plot is a little different but the ending is the same .. both end pain."

By repeatedly mentioning the name of the father, I began to focus on hearing the story of Mr. Asrul.Because before I had pondered how tragic life experienced Mr. Asrul.

"Like me, your father also lost his sense of purpose after getting to know a beautiful girl" Asrul said.

But the last sentence called Mr. Asrul makes my mind immediately crowded with questions.

A pretty girl? Is that pretty girl that Asrul meant by my mother? Did you ruin your life so that you suffered?

"Is that pretty girl that Mr. Asrul means my round?"manya curious.

"Who's your name?"

"Arumi Ind - ...."

"Arumi Indriani!"mr. Asrul said to connect my sentence.

"Yes ..."i replied.

"It's not .. it's not him!"

"then who?"insist curious.

"Diann ... Enny Wahyuni." replied Mr. Asrul flat.

Who's Enny Wahyuni? Just this time I heard that name.Is he an actor? Or maybe dad's affair?

"Who's Enny, Sir?"

" Ask your bundle!"answer Mr. Asrul.

Who is this mysterious girl? did he make my parents separate?

Connect ...