BETWEEN (TERMINAL ) GIWANGAN ~ BUBULAK

BETWEEN (TERMINAL ) GIWANGAN ~ BUBULAK
TOLERATIONS



“I miss shopping in the market here,” Fitri said as they arrived in front of the phenomenal Beringharjo market. In this market is not only batik, there are also vegetables and fruit and a variety of fish and meat.


“Every time I went home from work, I would stop by the market to shop for vegetables and fruit here. If fish and meat do not buy here because the afternoon is not fresh. If I buy it in the morning, the smell will also be in the office,” said Fitri while recalling that time. Later from the market he will ride a rickshaw to his rented house. If from the office always ushered a lot of friends who pass by here.


“Sometimes I also buy pecel here for lunch with friends,” Fitri said as she turned her head, looking at the face of her husband who was listening to her story.


“You bought or ordered office boy?” ask Yanto.


“Earlieruh. If for lunch we rame-rame the message. I often order pecel because I always bring rice and side dishes from home. Just because for tolerance of friends yes I added pecel or what is important I participate in the titip. Not good with friends if I never join nimbrung with them,” said Fitri.


“Yes, sometimes we like that there must be tolerance for someone.” said Yanto.


“Should. Because it is impossible for us to live without tolerance for others,” Fitri replied.


“Back to Jogja again remember about our routine work. Papa so remember how hard it would be to go to work at that time,” said Yanto while holding his wife tightly.


“It is indeed heavy leaving the office?” ask Fitri.


“When you go to the office you may not be Ma. But Papa was going to work on the streets! To Bogor two days and the third day just arrived at home. If it's morning. I had to wait for the afternoon to see my mom. But if the night comes sometimes I don't have the heart to hug Mama because Mama is sleeping again.”


“So until home it feels very plong. Seeing the face of Mama who is sleeping like she has treated all the tiredness of Papa,” said Yanto while remembering that time.


“Kan Mama already knows all,” said Yanto lazy story about it even though they are now not burdened with the discussion of the problem. Because it is open that it is not the will of Yanto.


“Not, Mama didn't mean that. But what was on Papa's mind. What is in Papa's feelings about Mama's reaction, if Mama finds out that Papa has another woman?”


“Oh the.” Yanto was silent for a moment and slowed his pace. He was sitting on the chair on the sidewalk.


“The first time was framed, Papa was confused about what story would not be and if the story, Papa would say what.  The Burhan said it was more of a dangerous story. Burhan worries that the snake is headed straight to Jogja and holds Mama accountable. That's what Burhan fears.”


“Papa is just an inner war, how would you feel if you knew Papa was sleeping with someone else. Although Papa is sure Papa never slept with him. Our name has been 2 years husband and wife, Papa has memorized that after fighting must be different taste, the same wake up without fighting. However, we know how different it feels. This Papa doesn't feel anything. Not feeling out of battle. That was the first suspicion. The second jagur has no trace of anything at all. There's no trace of sperm-ma or any of her fluids. It's not possible. Even though he woke up there must be a trace in the barrel of the jagur. So Papa's sure it was framed. Just want to report to Mama like it's not gonna hurt Mama.”


“That was in Papa's mind back then. So Papa tried to hide and think how to put a damper on the cheating woman.”


“Finally the bomb erupted as she held her account for being pregnant. At that time, Papa was scolded by Burhan. She nagged because Papa wasn't honest in the first place to Mama.


“Finally Papa and Burhan set a fixed strategy of marrying him with a later record of DNA tests. If his DNA test proves it's not Papa's son, we already intend to report he's also asking for a huge loss.”


“But it hasn't happened yet, Mama has come to Bogor. How did Mama know about that woman?”