At the End of My Tired!

XLVii Part

"Well, today Sarah wants to meet with the Angga and Lusi mas, the afternoon tar he said earlier. Go to the gynecologist first, but I'm going out for breakfast. Want to go to Nabila's house, very kangen same old child, since want to get married very busy him." Sarah told her father about her plan.

"Yes, long time ago Nabila never played here. I thought I moved to Bali with my master." Timpal sir Ramdhan.

"No, Nabila was busy preparing for her wedding. Ordinary well, who married his son the sultan. So t*t*k benguenya many, different if the commoners are married, at best dangdut koplo same tong devil. The feast of the people." Sarah's boyfriend to her father.

Sarah held up her dirty plate and the father took her to the sink to wash.

"This let me be a simple father, you wash it."

"Well, this runs out to Tini's tea house between dirty clothes. Well, Sarah's got a plan to buy a new washing machine. How according to dad, it's our washing machine love Tini tea or sell it. Kang Sadin can serve as well, it's his dynamo that must be replaced. Still good dryer."

"Byeah, I'll ask you kang Sadin. Not good to immediately give thanks, afraid even the effect how it is." Said the wise father as always.

"I'm a well, who by the way, happened to want to go there too. Later I'll talk to you about the same te Tini." Sarah's chuckles

"Yes, I've wanted to take vegetables first to the home of Mr. Mamat, yesterday afternoon he ordered eggplant same cucumber each 5kilo. Make it in his food stall that just opened two weeks near the night market there." Said Mr. Ramdhan while weighing the vegetables in question.

"Eh already open, there deserves a restaurant that he said again promo near the market. Do not pay attention to what the name is, must use its name, Warung mak Mamat or Indah restaurant." Said Sarah while chuckling softly, Indah is the name of his wife Mr. Mamat.

"Dad left first yes, you will be careful if you have left. Daddy all want to stop by the tire changing workshop with spark plugs, likes to linger lately. Yesterday my father pushed from his house deck, Pak Lurah, broke down. Said kang Ujang, the spark plug was the most, long time father never change." Said Mr. Ramdhan at length.

"Dad didn't want Sarah to change, Kasian the Bepang. Old old man so still father persecuted as well, make bring vegetables for miles." Said Sarah scowling, remembering the Bepang, his favorite antique motorcycle. Which has always been his mainstay since the 3rd grade of Junior High until college, also became the iron horse carrying vegetables of the father.

"The money you save for savings, that's your painting is finished yet. I want to see first, think of me as his Appreciator." Said Mr. Ramdhan chuckling. Mr. Ramdhan just wanted to make sure of something, for that he wanted to see the painting that Sarah made.

"May, just ya." Sarah rushed to the room she used to paint, then carried her painting out. "Now, the lines are seen and valued, Mr. Appreciator." Sarah to her father.

Mr. Ramdhan immediately pegged, his knees felt weak, immediately he sat himself in a wooden chair near him.

"Say who asked you to make this painting, Sarah? Why do you accept it, son. Our lives could be in danger because of this carelessness of yours. How much money we've spent, I'll take it. You give me that money back, son. Restore it!".. Excited Mr. Ramdhan, making Sarah shocked not playing. This was the first time his father spoke in a slightly high tone to him.

Mr. Ramdhan's body trembled violently, holding back the cry was also overwhelmed with overwhelming anxiety. It is certain that if Mr. Prayoga saw the painting, his life and Sarah were really at the end of death. Mr. Ramdhan remembered how their lives before they ended in the village.

Flashbacks

"Go master, I will distract the great lord's men. If I don't come to the place we agreed to, sir go alone. Take my wife and children, I trust them to you sir." Said Mr. Ramdhan, Mr. Adnan's personal driver.

"But what should I tell your wife, Ram. We just go together, it's better that way, you ride on my back now." Mr. Adnan's orders on his driver.

"No sir, I've been hurt very badly. My condition will get us found, give this to Samira, tell her, change our son Sarah's last name, become Sarah Sudibyo. And from now on, sir will use my name. Ramdhani Herlambang, I borrow your last name for me. Later you will understand why." Said Mr. Ramdhan stammering, fresh blood coming back out of his mouth.

"In this little book, I have written the names of people you can contact later if your situation is desperate. Remember only when pressed, the number is there and the address. Go away from the capital for a few years.kuhukk.."

"Go master when I have not much, I will use as best I can, follow the edge of this forest until I meet the post, say the master of robbery victims. They will act immediately, take shelter while there, in the house kang Sudirman. Call my name, he'll understand." Mr. Ramdhan then rose towards the opposite direction, with the remnants of his strength to lure the people who were chasing them.

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"Well, I'm sorry Sarah made a mistake. Sarah doesn't know if this painting is gonna make me this angry and sad. Sorry Sarah, yeah." Sarah spoke in a hoarse voice, and she hugged her father. Making Mr. Ramdhan's consciousness back, then looking at Sarah with a guilty look.

"No son, you're not wrong. You're never wrong, father's son is a good son. Don't cry anymore. I'm also sorry I yelled at you earlier, dad reflex. I get carried away, I'll tell you everything later tonight. Now I want to go first to send the vegetable, said Mr. Mamat. I must have been waiting."

Mr. Ramdhan rubbed the corner of his eye before moving. "You be careful if you walk, don't go between the paintings before dad tells you everything. You understand, son."

"Yes, yeah. Dad be careful on the road. If there's anything, call Sarah. Sarah's message to Ramdhan sir.

"You too, son."