ALPENIA (The Cruel Small Town)

Family Warm And Family Crazy

"OKAY. So the idea is, I'm gonna ask my dad to make his accomplices nyariin lo's sister. Their numbers are many, hopefully they can quickly find Hilfa and the other children!" obviously Intan was full of spirit.

"Lo sure you want to do that?" tanya Ulfa still could not believe it.

"Gue told you, I know how you feel right now! That's the best thing I can do."

I could be lying right now. Those who are gathered, no one can guarantee the words that come out of the mouth of the same person, who always insults them. Is it true that one can change in just an instant?

But, how else. It never hurts to try another alternative. So that the chances of finding Hilfa get bigger. The matter of Intan being joking, playful or not, was better put aside.

"OKAY. This time we all believe the same!" connect Naya.

"Oh come! I don't care if you believe me or not. The point is I want to nolongin. And, take note of this one thing. Only a pathetic person asks others to be on his side, "sorryingly, "and I'm not a pathetic person. I am a Badass Queen."

The five of them looked at Intan. Trying to eliminate the sense of wonder that has not yet gone.

"That's all I want to say. I'll talk to you about that brilliant idea!" intan toilet. He was about to leave, not forgetting to embrace Ulfa first, trying to provide moral support.

Beside Ulfa, Renaldi stood firmly. The girl was about to put an arm on the young man, but did not. Something stopped him, from doing what he thought was still strange. Why does he seem to have a taste for Renaldi?

Finally, Intan walked to his car like a professional model, not forgetting to wear his sunglasses.

"So weird, he is!" said Iswanti suddenly after the red car moved away.

"That's weird, but I like it even more!" chirps Renaldi did not forget to put on a smile, his eyes follow the pace of the car that is increasingly invisible.

***

Intan had just climbed the stairs after successfully persuading her father about her idea earlier, and was approved. No wonder, because Intan is the father's favorite child.

Now, his mind had calmed down. He just wanted to go into his room and rest. However, Ikbal who was looking at him pusher made his steps come to a halt.

Intan greeted cheerfully, instead with Ikbal replying coldly.

"Cock pouting?" goda Intan on the young man closest to him.

"Why were you with those kids?" tanya Ikbal is still cold.

"Gue just wants to help them!" intan is clearly fine. How many times does he have to say that?

"When do you care about them?" ask again quickly.

"Come Bal. Don't childish!" intan's rebuttal began to feel uneasy because his decision was questioned.

"Why did you say? I just want to take care of you, so as not to get along wrong!"

"Huh? Wrong slang? I just want to help, not help!" kilah Intan who was a little tired ended up losing patience as well. "Gue is fed up with your gini-like behavior. Always want to regulate the lives of others, agad in line with what you want," he explained who began to be careless with Ikbal's attitude.

The girl finally left her twin sister upset. He even slammed the door of his room hard.

The young man was getting upset. He even accidentally dropped an expensive urn that was on the wooden table next to him.

His mother came after hearing a commotion arising from the shards of the urn. Seeing one of his favorite jars broke, Cantika also behaved excitedly.

"Ouch. This why? How can it break? Honey, watch out for the shard shard!" gerutu but ended with a sentence of affection for a mother to her child.

"I'm the broken one!" said Ikbal manahan anger, making his mother stunned.

"Why did you break it?" ask Cantika while rubbing Ikbal's cheek lovingly. "If your father finds out, what will he do?"

"Otherwise that man can do, if not hit, yes whip!" Ikbal said casually. As if it is not a big thing, because it has often been experienced.

"Shhh.. Mama won't let that happen this time. Mama will protect you!" cantika tried to calm down.

A middle-aged man suddenly appeared at the end of the stairs. "What's wrong? Looks like something broke?" He asked with a big, hoarse voice. His eyes implied restraining anger.

The husband of Cantika, and the father of her three children. His name is Andi Wijaya.

"There's nothing. Intan accidentally nudged the urn, until it fell!" cantika's alibi is ironic, for sacrificing her daughter's name to save her son.

Not without reason. He did this because Andi loved Intan so much. It is impossible to punish or hurt his daughter. In contrast to Ikbal who did not get along with his father, and often quarrel.

It's weird with this family. If from the outside, it will only look happiness because it is labeled as a family that is parallel to the nobility. But more and more inwardly, will be seen a family filled with suffering because of hatred. Intan hated her mother, while Ikbal often quarreled with her father. 

**

"Hey. May in?" Ikbal opened the door of Intan's room and asked for permission in a soft voice.

Intan who had previously lay down, automatically sat down, then nodded.

"Gue's gonna apologize."

Without further ado the young man immediately sat down beside Intan, "so I broke the urn. And, Mama said to me that you did it, so that papa wouldn't punish me!"

Intan was dumbfounded in an instant. "It's not strange that mom always makes me a scapegoat," he said casually, "but I'm glad to be able to help you!" he continued with a cold smile at his twin.

Ikbal replied that smile was warm, "about my attitude. I don't know what happened to me."

"Gue knows. Papa is very much nudet same lo. From childhood, you are always forced to do what you want, whether you like it or not. Perhaps, papa's selfish nature at least makes his loyak nature. So like to regulate people, all wills must be obeyed," explained Intan realized this from the first.

"But, I'm worried Bal! If that kind of nature continues to exist, one by one the people in your life will leave, including me!" threatening Intan made Ikbal think sharply.

Eventually, Ikbal made up his mind to try to change his vices. From this moment.

"A father who loves his daughter, but hates his son. A mother who loves her son, but hates her daughter. You have to suck, in this house, enough mama and papa we are crazy. We don't!" intan joked a little.

***

A warm atmosphere is created in a bright room on a dark night. There are fathers, mothers, and children who are watching television shows while chatting and joking. Love was clearly between them.

"In this city, news is never replaced. If not kidnapping, definitely robbery," said the mother a little annoyed while changing television channels.

"Yes already. We'd better pray, may this town be safe soon!" her husband is calming.

"Aamiin," concluded the child. "Mom, Dad, I'm sleepy. I'm going to go to the room first!" continue while taking steps.

"Iswanti. Don't forget to read the do'a!" said the father, Ali. Being possessed by her only daughter.

Iswanti shunned her mother's father, about to relieve fatigue by resting. He laid his body on a very comfortable bed. Don't forget to send a message from his father. After that, turn off the lights that are above the nightstand.

In the darkness, he tried to fall asleep, but could not. Because that pair of eyeballs started to notice him, making him a little paranoid.