Don't Marry Young, Son !

Recognition

Grandma's house looked quiet when we arrived. We also asked if Grandma and Umeh had not come home from the garden. Grandma and Umeh despite their age still work in the garden. They both took care of the garden belonging to the former Regent Muara Enim. They have worked there for a long time. Sear Papa the little. The garden was full of rambutan fruit, duku, durian, coconut trees and various vegetables. Every fruit season arrives, Grandma will usually harvest the results for two with the landowner. However, for almost three years the former Regent, Mr. Saleh always gave all the garden results to Grandma and Umeh.

"Assynolajet.. Mak's.. Tubs!" Call Mama

There is no truth from within. Maybe they haven't come home yet.

" Mother.. Grandpa.. Uhh.." I also tried calling.

Not long after the door opened. My cousin opened it. Hardis.

"A.. You here? Where are Grandma and Umeh?" Ask Mama.

Brother Hardi is the eldest son of Mang Udin. Their home is not far from here either.

"There's Wak. Come inside. I'll call you later, Nisa". Hardi rushed to the back.

I followed him too. We haven't seen each other in a long time. We were the same age, with Randy, Mang Sarman's son. We're all three of our age. It is just a different birth month.

We immediately went back, It turned out that Grandma and Hardi were burning bananas. We also brought the ripe banana to the living room to eat together.

It turned out that in the living room Mama was talking seriously with Umeh.

"Mak.. Sarman and Udin came. They collect my late husband's debts. Does Mak know something." Mom asked with a very careful heart.

"Yes of course I know. Your husband borrowed money from Sarman. To pay my debt to Mr. Saleh." Umeh admitted without further ado even without thinking about Mama's feelings.

" Is it true to a hundred million Mak?"

"No.. How could I possibly owe Saleh a hundred million. Only thirty million. The rest is still with Mak. Ten million more."

"So my husband only borrowed thirty million or how's Mak? I don't understand."

"Hei Desi's.. Why do you ask so much? Why don't you just pay off that debt. Isn't my son PNS his salary is big. Not to mention he died for sure to get some money. Why don't you just use the money to pay for it." Umeh snapped while standing and even shaking his waist.

Seeing that Grandma also came forward to break up.

"Dik already, do not be like that" said Grandma gently rubbed the shoulders of Umeh.

"Don't interfere, Grandma. My son never gave me money again. Especially since he got married. Just asked for a hundred million his wife was already angry". Umeh shook Grandma's hand and sat back down.

"It's not so Mak. I'm just curious. Why did my husband borrow that much money. He is not one who likes to owe others that way."

"Des... Sarman and Udin are no other people, they're brothers. My son's son." Umeh Hardik.

"Indeed Mak.. But..."

"Already have.. If you want to know the truth, let Bak tell you Des. You better get back there. Calm yourself." Grandma's orders to her Wife. Umeh also obeyed Grandma and then moved from her seat.

"Then your mother asked your husband for more. Mak asked for a hundred million, citing the repayment of Mak's other debts. Husband's assented to it."

Granny is heavy.

" i'm sorry Bak Des, Bak can't get in the way of your Mak's wishes. Even now it's burdensome for you" Grandma's eyes started to look glassy.

"Heh Nek, it's okay. I also ask not often. Why should I grow. He owes it to his sister. If not with his sister he can modar we must ask for flowers. Well, if it's been ten years I think it's big too, Grandma the flower." Said Umeh who arrived suddenly appeared while carrying tea and coffee.

"Your son has agreed to exaggerate when paying him Mak. So everything is even one hundred and twenty Mak" said Mama.

"Enhave a little of that. If you go ashore it could be five hundred million by now. Isn't it Nek?" Grandma said calmly.

"Dik Brother.. One hundred there is no money to pay. Especially that big." Grandma Tympal

"I've said it's better we take it out, Mr. Saleh. But you don't want a brother. Now it's even damning your son."

"Are you, Grandma. You can blame me."

"Indeed all your fault, Dik, want to how. It is so."

"Already Bak. Maks. No need to fight. I just came here to find out about this debt. That'sthat's all. It means it's true my husband borrowed money and intends to return it more." Said Mama. Maybe Mama was careless to hear Umeh and Grandma blame each other.

"That means you're gonna pay for it, isn't it Desi?" Tanya Umeh quickly.

"certain Mak. I don't want to incriminate my husband's hisab".

"Goodoo. Oh yeah, how's the pension? Have you been diluted? Got how much?" Tanya Umeh full of search.

"Astagfirullah Dik's.. You've had enough to incriminate my son-in-law with that 100 million debt. Now you're asking for that funeral money anyway?" Grandma shook her head not understanding the way her wife thought.

"The grandmother in my son's fortune still has my right as his mother. I just took a little bit of my share. Is that wrong?" Umeh Bela.

"Mak Bah. Enough." Mama divorce. "Yes, the money is gone. Thirty million. This is proof Mak. You can see and read it. I gave ten million of these to Mak and Bak. The remaining twenty million are to me ten million child rights. And the rest will likely pay money to Sarman and Udin" Mama told Grandma and Umeh.

It looks like Umeh will reply but hunt in Grandma's cut. "That's enough of your share, brother. Don't you take it again. Poor grandchildren and my son-in-law. It should now be our responsibility." Grandma became sad.

"Not what Tub. Pray that Desi will trade smoothly, may Allah satisfy all the needs of Desi and the children of Bak"

"Yes son, Bak always wishes you all the best"

"We said good to you, Mak. I want magrib"

We rushed home after saying goodbye.