For the Sake of Heart

The nature of kalla Furqan.

Kalla Furqan has the nature of speaking "Gali" in Urdu means, coarse language. Such as anjjjjj's son-in-law, anjjjjj's son-in-law, or other foul language. Such as "base of your mother's foreign daughter-in-law anjjjjjj and anjjjjj.

This was none other than his dislike of the others. For example, he wants to master something but is not obeyed.

Often comes to Aini's house. And often set the Furqan popo. The house next to Aini's.

"Bhena why don't you forbid Furqan to make this aqueduct? It will disrupt the road. This is not his land. Make it on your own ground" said kalla Furqan upset. Bhena means sister in Urdu.

"I've been banned but he hasn't heard" replied popo Furqan.

"Make people move all these bricks. Don't let him make it. If you want to make please on his own land," said kalla Furqan roughly.

Aini who saw all the bricks disassembled cash alone did not accept. "Why did you dismantle this brick? It will all break," forbid Aini.

"This is not your husband's land! If you want to make a water channel just make it on your own land," replied Kalla Furqan.

"You who? Ban all this! What is your home? Do not mentang mentang you parents like to interfere in the affairs of the house here," replied Aini no less riled.

"It's impudent that you're anjjjj's foreign son-in-law, your mother's anjjjjj," said the old woman increasingly becoming so, showing her hatred for Furqan and Aini.

"Your mouth is very dirty, parents do not know themselves if I anjjj trus Furqan is also the same, well if Furqan also your own anjjjjj as well as anjjjj, you do not know shame. My wonder is that you parents instead of being aware are becoming more and more so," replied Aini in fluent Urdu.

Kontan kalla Furqan getting hotter heart. In his heart as soon as he said Aini, he remembered Aini would just shut up. Turns out Aini's getting more and more resistant. Even reverse the word he said.

"Be careful! If you make more waterways here I'll call people to unload again" challenge Furqan.

"This is not your land. Where you have rights here. Only you are envious and cannot bear to see Furqan succeed. Have your own home" replied Aini again.

"You won't let me allow you, to make anything here," replied kalla no less fierce.

"I'm entitled here too. I don't want Furqan at will here. This land belongs to the Furqan popo. Why is Furqan in power?" answer kalla again.

"How do you deny it in the document is written the name Furqan. Oh... Yes forgot. Your son won't marry Yasmin Furqan's sister. Because Yasmin's land rights were given to Furqan. That's why you are envious. Hahaha you don't know ashamed of not knowing yourself. If your son disobeys your orders it's okay. Meanwhile, if Furqan wants to take away his rights. Then you don't like to even try to interfere constantly" Aini replied at length.

Actually, kalla was just jealous. He wants to take control of Yasmin's land. But because Jafar did not agree to marry Yasmi. Pupus is already the hope of controlling the land.

Since Yasmin got married and all the inheritance from popo husbands, it was all Furqan money that paid in court. After completion Yasmin got half as an adopted child. And Yasmin gave her rights to Furqan.

That's what makes Kalla even more dislike of Furqan. Furqan came to Pakistan with his wife and son.

It's becoming more and more of a hateful kalla. Even the treatment between Rafi and Akram. Rafi kalla remained silent. While a little error Akram then kalla immediately can not stand.

"Hey.don't play here. Play in your house only," prevent Rafi on Akram. Taking a stone to throw.

He turned his bike in the other direction. And after being satisfied playing Akram home. It turned out that Rafi with her chest was sitting under a tree in front of Aini's house. Dada in Urdu means grandfather. Arrogant Rafi repeatedly threw stones through the window of Aini's room.

"Amiiiii. Hurry Aini out.

"God why?"

"I went inside huhuhu Rafi threw my head with a stone," cried Akram while holding his bloodied head.

"Hey why do you let your grandson play with stones" said Aini riled to Rafi's grandfather.

"Ordinary brat, why blame me. I'm not the one who threw it" said his grandfather Rafi.

"Oh.children. You're talking like that because of the one that threw your granddaughter. Try if my son throws your grandson's head off. Trus must have hit my son," replied Aini riled.

"Obati my son, take him to the doctor. Call Jafar get him to treat my son," Aini snapped.

"There are only minor injuries that are taken to the doctor" replied Dadi Rafi without any help. If the situation is behind. He certainly did not accept the treatment of people's children.

"Yes, because you have no feelings. Try if it's your granddaughter my son who hurt you is definitely a big fuss" replied Aini.

"Your son also sometimes annoys my granddaughter," replied Furqan again. Without the guilt.

"Do you still have any shame? This happened at my house. My son wants to go into the house and your grandson throws my son's head with a stone, is it still sane in your brain?" snapped Aini.

That is the nature of Kalla Furqan. When it comes to his children and grandchildren, he is not to blame. But if the son of a bad person is the same grandson, even if his grandson is wrong first, then he still does not accept.

The average Pakistani woman has traits like Kalla Furqan. If his children and grandchildren are free to do anything. Including in Aini's house. His granddaughter did not come to have any kind of chivalry at all. He even said Anjjjj was with him.

Rafi comes door slammed hard. It's all there. Kalla, popo and Bhishma. Suddenly Rafi was angry while pointing to her chest.

"anjjjj why dumped my toy," while hitting his chest.

Seeing that was so hard, Bisma got angry. "Bad. My mother you said anjjj. Your anjjj mother," replied the priest again.

"Where's my toy? Why are you guys throwing it away? Anjjjj your mak."

While Trus ran out Rafi threw a basin to wash clothes. Praaaaakk basin ruptured.

"It's look at Tahira's son, no brain is the same as Tahira's. No shame" said Bisma.

Hahahaha in Aini's heart laughed to herself. It is true that Kalla Furqan often says people with the word anjjjj. Now it was his own grandson who said he was anjjjj. But again it was his grandson. He's not angry. Try if Aini's son can crush him.

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Rafi has a male grandpa. And often hit her adak. Rafi prefers to play with her neighbor's children rather than with her adek.

Sometimes he scratches his face. Brother adek that if there is a desire always for his grandmother difficult. Sometimes his own grandmother became an outlet of his anger.

"Huzel," cried Rafi. From outside the house.

Huzel doesn't listen. Pura pura watching tv. Arriving from the back of Rafi pushed Huzel down. Get Huzel's nose to the edge of the table. Huzel screamed in pain.

"aaaaaaaaaaaa.;" Huzel's cries echoed throughout the house.

"What's up," asked him in a conversation.

"Dadiiii Rafi was pushing me huhuhu sakiiittt," cried Huzel in pain.

"Rafiiiii..., pulaaaanggg, beware you will be insolent see what is done to his grandfather," muttered Tahira's in-laws.

"Dadiii.huhuhu sakiiiitt," Huzel tried to endure the pain. Blood was on the floor.

He immediately took Huzel to the hospital. Afraid that more blood is coming out.

"Call Jafar" said Dadi Rafi to her husband.

"Just let the woman, her son is getting more and more insolent. He did not teach well to my two grandchildren" replied Tahira's in-laws. Tahira's in-laws control their grandchildren. Now Tahira's children become increasingly difficult to manage and Tahira was blamed.

Kriiii..

"Hallo abu ji" replied Jafar.

"Jafar, Huzel is now in the hospital. I had a fight with Rafi. Pushed by Rafi then hit his nose hit the table," replied Abu Jafar. Ash in the language of urdu means Father.

"All right, I'll slide right there" replied Jafar.

On the way to the hospital Jafar told Tahira. If their child has an accident. Of course, Tahira was shocked and immediately went to the hospital.

Arrived at the hospital room where Huzel was in hospital."Ami, Abu why did it happen?" ask Jafar. Hugging his son.

"Rafi's habit of quarreling with Huzel. Rafi called Huzel, and Huzel would not listen. And push from behind Huzel with Rafi. On the edge of Huzel's nose table," bright Rafi's chest.

"Bada....Rafi jahaaaattt huhuhu," cried Huzel.

"Darling my grandson, we'll teach Rafi a lesson! Now you rest first" replied his grandfather who was called by the chest.

"Where wife? Why not come?" ask Jafar's mother.

"I told him about Huzel. He's on his way here" replied Jafar.

Tahira texted me when he couldn't come. Maybe tomorrow or the day after.

"Who are you ?" ask mother.

"From Tahira" answered Jafar.

"What's he saying?" ask her mother again.

"He can't come now. Maybe tomorrow or the day after," replied Jafar.

"What kind of mother is that. His wounded son did not even come immediately. More important than work than his son. After that if I ask for money as a wage to keep his son he was stingy. I was wrong to ask for money. This is for the sake of his children as well" said Jafar's mother riled.

"Mother calm down later I will talk to him, every month there should be money for the mother of him. Not as a salary but a mother's handle if if it's an emergency," replied Jafar .

Not long after the doctor came to check on Huzel. And finally let him go home.

"Let's go home, baby" said Jafar affectionately.

"Why didn't mom come? Mama doesn't care about me?" ask Huzel.

"Dear you know, if mom's working?" jafar replied sadly.

"Just leave your mother, there is always a loyal dadi near you," replied the jafar full of slander. Toxic his grandson's brain. It was all this time Jafar's mother's game. Tahira away with children. Meanwhile, if children do wrong Tahira is blamed.

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Two days later Tahira came to see his son. Bring fruits and some packages of biscuits favorite children.

"Assalamualaikum" said Tahira.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Mamaaaa," said Rafi running to hug her mother.

"Ami, how are you Abu? Sorry I just arrived. The job made me delay in getting my son," Tahira's reason.

"At least think of your son" replied Jafar's mother.

"You've been busy all this time. Where do you have time to look after your children. Now Rafi's getting wayward. He often hit her. Also say rude," said Jafar.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?" ask Tahira.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. Your child should be looking after you. And you're busy working outside. When are you with them?" ask Jafar.

"Did you forget? Before we got married I wouldn't quit my job, and why do you now make my job an excuse?" ask Tahira.

"If so you also love money to take care of your children" said Jafar. Who was greeted with a smile by jafar's mother. Tahira looked towards her in-laws already understanding her point. The end if Tahira does not meet then it will certainly be worse.

"Well I'll give it every month"jawb Tahira.

"My fire also wants new clothes" said Bisma. Fire in Urdu means brother.

"Why do I have to get you clothes?" ask Tahira. Wonder at the attitude of her husband's family. Wasn't from the beginning he didn't want his son-in-law to take care. Now it's making Tahira very difficult.

"I will also take care of Rafi Huzel" replied Bisma.

"I can't" replied Tahira ketus.

"Basar stingy, it's okay to wait for you to give money to mom too. I asked for my share of the same mother," replied Bisma cuek.

I want Tahira to run away with his son. But circumstances forced him to give up. Instead of refusing, it is better to follow it. But what is annoying if children are injured or not polite even Tahira who is blamed.

"Popo asked for this, otherwise I break your pen" Rafi said.

"Hey don't, you brash," replied the rude Bhishma. His hand slapped a punch at Rafi's back.

"Anjjjjj's son" Rafi told Bhishma. Kontan alone Bisma upset.

"Your mother is Anjjj," replied Bisma. While continuing to nag and badmouth Tahira. Said his father didn't teach his mother.

"What else is a storm?" ask Tahira. Because he heard the words of Bhishma.

"This is your brash son, will

turn off my pen, and I am Anjjjj" replied Bisma.

"That's your upbringing too. You guys talk like that a lot. Trus why now blame me," replied Tahira annoyed.

"But you're his mother, you teach him to be polite" said Bhishma.

"Sound I know all. But you don't think you have a child yet. You will have your own children, you think. Don't mind my son because it's all my fault. My son is not with your family. Those dirty words are also from your family" Tahira replied again.

Kontan alone Bisma increasingly riled and nagging continues.