Doctor Naura
Chapter 49 The End of Misconduct
Eid Al-Fitr Day arrives. Although not as lively as in previous years, the mosque near the mother's house has echoed takbir.
"Allaahu akbar Allaahu akbar Allaahu akbar, laa illaa haillallahuwaallaahuakbar Allaahu akbar walillaahil hamd"
The echoing of the sound of takbir that reverberated, repeated and concurrent with the worshipers made me talk to the past. How much life is a long journey. At the beginning of my journey, I found myself crashing meaninglessly like rotting garbage. Dumped by people who have no heart. I, who used to be exchanged for a grudge against my biological father, has led me to become a beloved figure in a new family. Even though at the end of the journey I understood that all these long stories, all the sad stories in the beginning were God's way of saving me from those who were crazy about treasure, he said, foul heart and too love of the world. A long story that made me fall into the warm embrace of my adoptive parents and the affection of my brothers. There's a tightness in remembering everything. There was sadness sneaking in the heart imagining the woman who had given birth to me having to crouch in the bars on the feast day, all just because of her selfishness. No matter how evil he is, there is still love in my soul. I remain part of his flesh and blood. However much I disliked his attitude and nature, I still could not shake the feeling of love for him. Then without me noticing my tears dripping slowly down my cheeks.
"Darling? Why crying? Does anything make you sad?" Bang Zamy suddenly startled my daydream. I wiped the tears for a moment. I smile.
"Eh, yes bang. No. No, no one makes you sad." I'm berkilah. Bang Zamy who was ready for the mosque stopped sitting next to me.
"Pity your mama. His name is also a good boy, must have felt it. If you want to retract the report...."
"No no no no bang. Let the legal process go as it should. If it wasn't, maybe mom wouldn't have changed until she died." I answered quickly. He could understand a language I didn't even speak at all.
"Well, don't be sad anymore. I want to pray Id to the mosque." Bang Zamy went to the mosque with his father and bang Rahman. Fajr was announced that the Id prayers are required to bring their own prayer mats, do not bring small children and the elderly are advised to pray themselves in their respective homes. After they left, I got out of my seat. I saw that mom was busy rearranging all the cakes and other menus on the day. Although still volatile cases of covid-19, the mother still prepared the dish as usual. Because the mother's house, although not the original residents of Mentok is a house where people who rarely eat meat enjoy meat. A place where people are content to enjoy all the dishes. Starting from the neighbors, the extended family of Aisyah Orphanage, friends and office staff, friends of arisan, friends of father and residents who had contracted in a house near us. Everyone still has a good relationship with their mother. Evidently, when it was 10 am, the guests arrived non-stop. Moreover, children, know or do not switch groups present expecting THR. Mother is not stingy, she has prepared even 150 envelopes of children's characters containing ten thousand rupiah.
"Mom, Naura help what?" I'm still like a labile ABG who doesn't know which part to help. Because from childhood I was not allowed to bude Marni even to wash a plate.
"Just sit down, son. Or stack the canned drinks to the front desk. Let me take the dus-dus."
"OKAY.!" I also obey my mother's words. Putting drinks to the table. Swallow, tea box, chirp, and Bolesa glass (one of the brands of bottled mineral water in Bangka Belitung). When I was done I helped my mother compose beautiful ceramic bowls, placing them near a very large meatball pot. Anyone can take their own, as much as possible, while other menus are also ready to be enjoyed. Soon the three beloved men had returned from the mosque. We hugged each other and forgave each other. Happy on holidays while eating delicious dishes. All of a sudden, in the middle of a happy storm, my chest felt tight. There is pain in the heart, there is a sudden surge until it feels up to the head. There is a sharp heart beating, slowly decreasing and disappearing. I was nervous, but tried to hide everything. What is this sign? Why do I feel uncomfortable? My chest was still pounding anxiously, I was getting restless for no reason. Still try to smile and enjoy the happiness of the family.
*****
At the same time. Someone far away was writing a message on a paper given by the warden. He was in jail awaiting completion of the News Examination Event (BAP) by the police to the prosecutor's office. But according to the five lawyers hired by his family, this time there is little chance for him to escape the law.
"For my son Naura...,
Happy happy this day. In fact, deep down inside your heart, there is a hindered longing, there is a love that is bloated but forced to disappear by a dead heart.... In the empty soul of the mother, there is room for you to occupy, but always perch anger so happy slowly go. Mama's sorry, mama's too selfish.... Mama loves you very much, but you are the one you hate the most to date after Miranti.... You are what you expect the most, but the goodness of your heart is divided.... Why are you bringing Mira again? Why did you destroy my mother? Why don't you let your papa go back to mama's side the rest of the age? Though I have little hope for you, I want you to live with my mother and father in our house, in the house where you were made. At home, where mom shares her taste with your dad. Since knowing all the facts. Your father changed, he hated mama. And my mom hated that. And you know son, if mama hates anything. Then everything is destroyed. Whoever loves that hate, he must suffer.
Dear naura....
Mama doesn't know you very much, because we met in a short time and it's always wrong. Forgive me for all the trouble that involved you. Live with love. For if that love departs from you, there is no need for you to breathe in this world. Like a mother who currently feels like trash that never decomposes.
Greetings from mom
Say hello to Ram, please tell me until death to pick up mama will not approve of her marriage.
Your mother, Erlinda
NB: All assets in your name, please change in Naura's name."
The woman folded the paper and put it into the pocket of the blue trousers she was wearing. He brought two new long cloths to his family at his own request. He was cold in prison, so he needed more blankets but not a bedcover. He went to the women's detention room. Almost he vomited, unimaginable to enter the toilet inmates at the age of twilight, while from a small he was spoiled with an abundance of property, the toilet was like a five-star hotel. He could not imagine, if only the punishment he had to accept for many years, while the power of his father could no longer break the law over him. He smiled uneasily.
"I don't think my son-in-law has the number two connection on the republican police. I'm a disgraceful person." He began to lock the toilet door. He flicked up various toiletries that prevented him from tying a long cloth to the top trellis of the bathroom.
"Nothing else means I'm alive. Ram's gone, Nina's not mine. The naura? He threw me in jail. Ah, no! Naura is not entitled to my inheritance." He still has time to nag. Then reopen the paper. And add under it.
"Ahead of my death, I canceled my treasure will to Naura. All the possessions I have for the orphanage." He put pen and paper in his pocket again. He smiled to himself, feeling he had won the contents of his own will. Hiking up the pile of clothes that were sunbathed in the bathroom, then slowly he stepped on a bucket of water reservoir, pinching, he touched the trellis hole, inserted the end of the cloth and made a dead knot.
"I am tired, O Allah, forgive me." The woman tied the ends of the long cloth, and tied the second knot of cloth to her neck. After being sure, he let go of the handrails and kicked the bucket away from his feet. The sound of buckets falling. A warden who was nearby immediately approached, he knocked on the door.
"Mom, Ms. Erlinda. You all right?" There is no lawfulness.
"Mom..., is mom okay?" The woman wanted to answer, but her throat was already too suffocated. For a moment the warden stood by the door, then there was a fart, then the warden slowly moved away.
"Maybe he's got a stomachache." His inner.
*****
A guard warden came to Erlinda's mom's room, but her roommate said she went to the WC.
"To WC? How long has it been?" The warden asked.
"It's been a while, there's probably been fifteen minutes."
"Who's rice isn't eaten?" The warden began to suspect.
"That's Erlinda's mom, in that basket hasn't been opened at all by her family."
The Rianti warden then headed for the female toilet and saw the door locked from inside.
"Bu Er, Ms. Er, there's a guest, a lawyer and a mother's family coming." Rianti shouted a bit loudly, but there was no voice from inside, there was only the sound of water faucets in the open bathroom and immediately fell to the floor.
"Bu Er, Miss Er who cantiiikkk.., although mothers should not meet physically with the family of mothers who come here, you can make a video call with the family through a hangout. Come out awaited vicall mom...." There's no answer. Rianti pushed the door, locked. He looked back. A female warden heard a fart coming from the bathroom with a male warden.
"Rianti, is there no sahutan?"
"There is no Put."
"That's why I called Mr. Gilang. I've been waiting for you, I have a stomachache, because there was a big fart, but his mother didn't come out either." Princess explained. Mr. Gilang tried to bang loudly while calling. But still no answer. Finally came two more male guards. They broke down the door, and were all surprised to find Erlinda's mom hanging stiffly.
"Yes...."
"Yes...."
"Yes...."
"Yes...."
"Yes...."
But there will never be another answer. The woman had plucked the fruit of her parents' indulgence and her own selfishness. He enjoys the results of habits that are always easy and facilitated in his life, no matter wrong or right. He who has prolonged depression when meeting even small problems. Now gives the final story of the harshness of the wrong care. May parents not only provide children with wealth and the world. But be ready, soften the heart so that they can adapt to the problem. Because life, not always smooth as you wish. There are twists and turns, thorns that sometimes block our journey.
*****
"Tarrr!!!"
My hands were shaking, unable to even lift the glass to the sink. Bang Zamy ran towards me.
"Darling, are you okay?" Bang Zamy held my hand, then turned to my pale face. Mom and Dad came.
"You hurt Naura?" Mom and Dad asked. They're all worried about me. I just shook my head weakly trying to walk up the rasp to clean up the glass shards.
"Zamy, take Naura to the room, let me take care of it. I just according. My head was twitching and it was getting dark.
"Bee..., Bee...., are you dizzy?" Sounded by me bang Zamy's voice asked. I have no power to answer anymore. Like a sleepy drowsy, I want to sleep.
"Naura!"
Like the sound of flies buzzing, faintly I heard my husband's voice. But my eyes could no longer open.
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