Against Julid's In-laws

Likes and Grief

Soon Ma'am Dita wants to marry a man named Aldi. Me and Mas Bagas just followed his will. We don't want to get involved much, just play as necessary. I don't want to say that I am too involved in other people's business.

"We, the hunt ahead, there's already an antidote."

"Yes, Mom."

The wedding ceremony also began. It's just a deal but it's pretty fancy. Mbak Dita ordered catering and also photographers for the photos. Not many were invited.

"I received the marriage of Dita bint Ramli with the dowry of one unit Fortuner car paid in cash."

"How's the witness ?"

"Well !"

"Thank God,"

Happiness radiated brightly from the face of Mbak Dita, as well as my mother-in-law. While father, last I saw in the room, his pale face was so moody, even tears had dripped.

After the marriage contract, we and the family ate, while Mbak Dita was busy taking pictures with her new husband.

"Mas, want to eat ?" I approached Mas Bagas.

"Mas is still full."

"Well, I haven't had dinner yet."

"Later on."

My husband was isolating himself to the room. He did seem to disagree with Dita's second marriage, but he also did not want to interfere much. I also heard you confide in Mas Bagas. I disagree, even to the point of crying in front of my husband because Mbak Dita did not want to listen to my father's words.

"Mas, where are you going ?"

"To my father's room."

"Why do you want to ?"

"Mr hasn't taken the medicine."

"Follow !"

We went into my father's room. The eyes immediately opened wide when seeing the condition of the father is holding the chest with bad breath.

"Sir, why 'em ?"

"Baa... Bagas, ba-apak beep i-your mother. Forgive your mother too."

"What the hell did you say ? What is it, sir ? What is sick ?"

"Mas, daddy's body is cold. His face was also pale. I think I was short of breath. Let's get you to the hospital, Mas !"

I went out of my room in a panic. The condition of the house that is crowded, immediately boisterous immediately. Some people helped him get into the car, while Mbak Dita did not want to come. He even showed an annoyed face, maybe because his wedding was so chaotic.

...

"Sir, wake up sir..." Said Mas Bagas holding his hand when he wanted to enter the ER. His eyes were closed, his breathing also began to weaken.

"Doctor, help my father !"

"Yes, Sir. Please calm down."

"Sir...."

"Sorry, please wait outside."

I pulled my husband out so he wouldn't stop the nurse from closing the ER door. I hugged him while stroking his shoulder, hoping it could be a bit of strength for him.

"Bagas, how was your father ?" Ask mother. A few minutes later they arrived. It turns out that she also followed along with Mbak Dita and her new husband.

The ER door opened, Mas Bagas quickly approached the doctor who handled the father.

"Yes, Doc, my husband how's he doing ?"

The doctor exhaled, he shook his head gently. We were all shocked. Instantly the body of Bagas limp. I hugged him tightly.

"Do you mean my husband died ?"

"I'm sorry, Mom, we've tried our best, but the one above is more affectionate with your husband."

"Mr !!!"

My husband ran to the ER. He opened the cloth covering his father, rubbing gently while kissing his forehead. Tears have not yet fallen, he is trying hard.

"Yes..."

My tears have already come. I hugged Mas Bagas, then he cried as much as in my arms.

Sir, thank you, before you go, you have encouraged my husband, until Mas Bagas is stronger and the hatred in his heart is slowly eroded.

"Strong, baby. We'll fulfill our last duty with the father, yeah."

My husband is speechless, just a nod of his head to sign that he's resigned. We're done with everything, bringing father's body home. Residents flocked to come, accompanied the departure of the father with the chanting of holy verses.

Death comes without an invitation. Just wait for the time, when it comes, the life will be separated from the body. What is meant, cannot be fought. As an abandoned family, strive sincerely and leave everything to the owner of life.

"Sir, forgive all Bagas' faults." - My husband held my father's headstone.

"You're a lot wrong, Bagas !" replied Ma'am Dita.

My eyes glanced cynically at him. You weird kid, his dad died but he looks normal. Even sticking with her new husband.

"Mom, let's go home. It's been hot for a long time."

"Mom won't go home, hyster, hyster. Sir... Sir, why leave mom so soon."

"Udah ma'am, who has not left it alone. His name is also destiny. It's hard if you live but you can't do anything. This is the best way."

"Guard Ma'am, talk about it !"

"Huh, actually dong. Than the gusahin of mending to die."

"Mbak Dita !" snapped husband. He stood face to face with Mbak Dita. His eyes stared hard. The distance between them is very close.

"When did you realize ? I'm so sick of your attitude. Please leave my house !"

"Hahaha, take it easy, I must be out of your butut house. Look, I married a rich man, so you don't have to be arrogant. Your treasure compared to Mas Aldi, is nothing. The man beside Mbak Dita smiled cynically. It seemed like they were indeed a match, both arrogant humans and many styles. Though I also know, the rich are not Si Aldi, but his parents.

"Here you go, why are you making a fuss at my father's tomb ?"

"Tuh, Bagas who fussed. You choose me, you want to come with me or Bagas."

Mom seemed to think for a moment. He was considering which child to follow. I don't mind mom coming with us or Mba Dita. But, if it's true that mom joined Mbak Dita, my hunch says that mother is not necessarily comfortable and happy with model child Mbak Dita. Moreover, at a glance I noticed Aldi's expression as if he did not like mother coming with them.

"If you join Bagas, after the tahlilan event, we go to Jakarta. Or you can stay in the house now."

"Hmmm, I want to stay in that house. Many memories, hard to forget."

"Follow me, Mom. Why the hell, ride the same Bagas. If you're not coming, my son, who's watching ?"

"Your paths, you want to make your mother babu, huh ?" jakak Mas Bagas's.

"About speaking ! Not being babu, the time to take care of his own grandson said babu. Take it easy, your rich mother will fulfill all your wishes."

"Mas, let's go home first. It's not good to make a storm at the tomb."

I pulled my husband into the car. You must be crying to see your kids fighting like this. I don't want the commotion to become more, it's better to go take my husband away from Mbak Dita for a while, let the mother's problems come along who can be discussed again later.