Bakoh Shoulder

Chapter 95. Mourning

Alternating vehicles and passing through the path, the view of the little boy occasionally noticed the connecting path between villages that are usually passed by motor vehicles.

In front of him was a toy truck with two wheels that used to be his loyal friend. There is also paper that has been folded in such a way as to form an aircraft. It's not neat and not symmetrical but that's what he likes to play at the moment.

"So Shopiah went out of town njih pakdhe?" Tanya Teguh who is currently visiting the Shopiah residence.

"Yes, it's only been a few days. There hasn't been a week. Yes it is mas, inevitably also I myself feel unable to meet the needs of Shopi sama Sakti. Since Wibi has no mas, my son's family has been relentless in trials. His son was admitted to the hospital because of the motor cramp, morat-marit economy, not to mention this year will Sakti have to enter Kindergarten. It all costs money.." Complaints of his father Shopiah who knew Teguh as a friend of his son-in-law.

Firmly staring softly at Sakti, the boy must have had a hard time. Separated from his father by force, and now his mother must he let go to pick up sustenance in another city. The view of the five-year-old boy was no longer cheerful, a stroke of sadness appeared in his beautiful netra.

"Hey.. What's the hero, playing again?" Tanya Teguh approached Sakti, she crouched down to be able to see clearly what Sakti was doing.

The boy looked at Teguh, blinked his eyes but did not speak. Just pointing a finger at a worn out toy truck signaled that Sakti was playing with the two-wheeled object.

"Lho, the truck tires? Um really can?"

Firmly asking it is not without reason, children as small as it is usually easily bored with an object. If it breaks or no longer wants to be played, they will ask for a new one. Another story if the object or toy has its own memories for them, until the object is dirty, the shapeless cone is still dear to be thrown away.

Sakti shook his head quickly. "Don't, it'll help me later."

Firmly frowned. In his heart he thought, does the boy not understand that his father is no more?

"What is this plane for? Who made our own Sakti?"

"Say, my mother has no money.. I made this.. Let me not go far for money. This is what I want to sell, the money to all of you. But, mother does not want. Mom's still gone, mom's gone in the car." The explanation was quite understandable Teguh, his heart was filled to hear the story of Sakti.

"You're for sale.. How much's it cost?" Firmly trying to reduce the tightness in his heart, can not be lied to interact with Sakti like this reminds Teguh with the figure of Wibi. They're very similar.

"I don't know how much to sell, as long as the money can make you go home and don't go again." Sakti makes Teguh stunned.

Adhan Ashar roared, Teguh invited Sakti to go to the mosque near his house.

"Of.. If I ask God to bring me back, can you?" The Sakti Chirps stopped the Struggling.

"Your father is a good man Sakti, Allah has given the most beautiful and best place for father.. If Sakti prays like that, then Sakti's father will be sad. Sad because here the hero can not pray for the good of the father there.. Sakti know? Although father is far away there, but, all the memories of father are always in the heart of Sakti right? That's a sign Dad's still here.. Near the Sakti." Firmly pointed at Sakti's chest.

"But I don't want you to go... If you go, why don't you take me with your mother? Let's keep going." I still want to know why they should be separated.

"Because Allah knows the Milky Way and the mother is a strong and steadfast servant of Allah. Maybe now Sakti and also father can not be together, but. om tell you, pas Sakti denger adzan hastily pray and pray for father for mother.. So sholeh son yes son.. Cry if you want to cry, don't drink. Sakti kangen dad?"

Sakti unexpectedly closed her eyes with her right arm. He's as fond as himself. The boy returned Teguh's embrace, he felt it was like his father's embrace. Warm and win.

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Vera was crying in Dinda's room. He found many small, neatly arranged memos in a lacy box. His son's writing tells him about everything he feels.

One of the things that made Vera more claustrophobic in her cries was, while reading a short memo containing Dinda's curses some time after the school graduation exam.

'I hope you get good value. No general champion is also okay, let mamah be proud.'

'How to make mamah back kayak first yes, I miss mamah who likes to nyubit my cheek.. Mah, I hope you can see again'

Unable. Vera closed the box. Hugging her was like holding her daughter. The crying was meaningless when the person she loved was no longer here to accompany her.