After the Rain

Expelled

"What the fuck?" shouted Rojak who found the door of his father's house locked tightly.

"What the hell is it, Kang? Instead of helping Jana mapah father, Akang even mengeloyor so aja," Bik Cicih's nagging.

"Udah, you don't have to nag. Si Jana's big body, cook he can't carry the father?" reply Rojak.

"Keep, why does Akang yell in obscurity? Buruan ah, knock on the door! I want to go home, take a shower. It's been two days since I took a shower. It's so sticky," spout Bik Cicih.

"Nyerocos keeps like firecrackers. You don't see what this is!" Emotionally, Rojak showed me the padlock hanging on the front door of Grandpa Ahmad's house.

"Astaghfiullah!" pekik Bik Cicih's. "Are you not home?" tanyakanya.

"Ish, use it again? I know it's padlocked, yes it's certainly not there," grumbled Rojak, getting annoyed.

"Ih, how come to Cicih, anyway? Emang Akang did not tell mom, if you come home today?" Bik Cicih asked again.

"I told Jana to tell her" replied Rojak.

"Yes, the key is in Jana. Who knows, he forgot to tell mom" said Bik Cicih.

"What the hell is that? How do you mention Jana's name."

Suddenly Rojak's youngest brother was standing in front of them holding Grandpa Ahmad on his back. Jana then lowered Grandpa Ahmad on a bamboo chair.

"Here, the door is padlocked. Didn't you tell mom that you came home today?" ask Bik Cicih.

"Evening, Jana told mom, really. In fact, this morning when I met at the well to fetch water, Jana said again that you might go home in the morning," replied Jana.

"Where do you want to go? How to get a gini padlock?" timpal Rojak's.

"Where does Jana know, Kang," replied Jana.

"Yes, don't make any noise. We'd better take you to our house first, Kang. Poor, you must be tired," said Bik Cicih, mediating the brother-sister debate.

"Yes already, hold on Jan again!" rojak's orders.

"Oh, Jana again ...."

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At 10 p.m., Daniar and the family arrived at the resort that her ex-husband had booked. The atmosphere of the resort which is only a few hundred meters from the beach, makes Daniar feel amazed.

Even more so when Daniar saw his room. Room window that directly faces the beach with two chairs on the balcony, will definitely add a romantic atmosphere in passing the anniversary. Truly, a very sweet surprise if she was still Yandri's wife.

Daniar smiled faintly, fantasizing if he spent twilight in that chair.

"Astaghfiullah!" daniar murmured with his heart beating.

"Bun, can Bibin swim in that pool?" Point the Star at a swimming pool located not far from the balcony of Daniar's room.

"Bibin does not cape? We're just here, '" said Daniar.

"No, Bun" replied the star.

"Yes already, may be, but don't be long, yes. His eyes began to rise, not good for health," Daniar said.

"OK, Bun!"

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After returning home, Miss Maryam met her husband at Rojak's house. The boy's face looked wry as he opened the door. However, Miss Maryam did not care. I don't know, he's changed so much. If previously he felt reluctant to face Rojak because it was a temperamental Rojak temperament. However, now Miss Maryam seemed to no longer care about it.

"Good yes, the husband came home from the clinic, Mother was busy going to and fro" said Rojak.

"Already, Son. I'm tired, I don't have enough energy to argue with you. Where's Jana?" ask Miss Maryam.

"Ish, what does it have to do with Jana. My husband just came home from the clinic. At least I asked her condition first, not even asking Jana," Rojak grumbled.

"It is precisely Nanyain Jana's mother so that she can carry your father home. So, you can carry your father to Mom's house?" ketus Miss Maryam.

"Astaghfirullah ..." Rojak could only stroke the chest hearing the mother's cynical remarks.

Hmm since when did the old lady have a hobby of talking a lot? Usually he is calm and does not talk much, inner Rojak.

A young man in his 25s, came in throngs. His forehead creased to see Maryam standing at the door of his eldest sister's house.

"Mother?" said Jana.

"Let's take your father home!" ma'am Maryam's orders while turning around and leaving Rojak's house.

For a moment, Jana and Rojak just looked at each other.

"Mom didn't eat wrong, Kang?" ask Jana.

Rojak just shrugged both of his shoulders.

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The more days, the behavior of Miss Maryam is getting out of bounds. Already knew her husband was sick, but she was more concerned with the group of the brief assembly he participated in. Almost every day he went out to teach. If not after dzuhur, at 8 he has come out to attend the teaching activities held in the morning.

With a sigh, Grandpa Ahmad reprimanded Bu Maryam's attitude. He tried to advise his wife on the duty of taking care of her husband. Moreover, the husband who is sick.

"Ma-na results nga-ji ka-you go there to the day, Mar? Per-cuma ye .. go around following the saw if thi-dak not be able to apply it da-in the life of your ka," said Grandpa Ahmad, stammered.

"I mean Father?" asked Miss Maryam while tidying up the latest dress she bought from a friend.

"Your husband is sick. There's nobody in this house. Uh, your ka's even concerned about your studies. W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-would you not know, you take care of a sick husband is legally obligatory?" grandpa Ahmad's.

"Ih, don't be spoiled. Dad, it's just high blood pressure, not stroke. You can still eat by yourself, right?" said Miss Maryam fierce.

Rojak who was about to visit Grandpa Ahmad, immediately clenched his hands. Unintentionally, he heard the father and mother debate.

"This can no longer be allowed" Rojak murmured, annoyed.

With a face flushed with anger, Rojak opened the room door violently. Making the two old men turn their heads.

"Rojak?!" mummy Grandpa Ahmad.

"Ish, can't you knock on the door first when you enter the parent's room?" sniffed Miss Maryam, upset. "Based on the child has no manners!" objurgation.

"I don't need manners for someone like you" Rojak replied, furious.

Suddenly Rojak approached the closet and opened it. Deftly, Rojak's two hands took out Miss Maryam's clothes and piled them on the floor.

"Eh, what the hell is this?" shouted Miss Maryam with a waist.

Rojak did not answer. He still keeps taking out his clothes until he's not left. After that, Rojak picked up a large bag from the top of the closet. He then put Miss Maryam's clothes in the bag.

"Now too, please leave your father's house. I guess, you don't need a dissident wife like you!" rojak.

"You're upset with me?" ask Miss Maryam. Astounded.

"If it is, why?" answer Rojak.

"Ih, really a bad boy!" peekik Miss Maryam.

"What do you think, abandoning you when you are sick, it is not an act of disobedience, Hah? Mother is no different from me. Both disobedient. The difference is, Mother is disobedient to Mother's husband, while I am disobedient to the stepmother is not self-knowing, who has absolutely no blood ties with me!" shout Rojak.

"You?"

"You're no longer interested here. So please come out!" drive Rojak to Miss Maryam.

"Do you see the behavior of your son who is always proud of it? What's this like, his honorable son's attitude?" Adu Bu Maryam to her husband.

"Enough, Maryam! Please leave my house!" It was Grandpa Ahmad's turn to expel Maryam.

"What's? You kicked me out too?" exclaimed Miss Maryam, in disbelief.

"Sorry, Maryam. I've given you a chance to change for the better, but the truth is .. You've really gone too far. I will not be able to account for your actions in the hereafter." Lirih Grandpa Ahmad.

"Look at it, Ahmad. You will definitely regret having kicked me out!" threaten Miss Maryam.

However, apparently Grandpa Ahmad did not want to linger again to see the innocent face full of deceit that belongs to Bu Maryam.

"Please take me to your house, son!"