Hold on or let go!

The Eps 210

I put the phone in my pocket. Not to forget the small wallet I also put into the other pocket. I rushed to the shop.

"Lek, which Paryono key is it?", I asked while looking for my matic motorcycle key.

"Kaya is brought with Suprih, DO to the next village. Where are you going anyway? Just bring a car?", asked Lek Sarman.

"Eh, are you crying? Why?", asked Lek Sarman suddenly in a panic.

"You go to the house of Miss Sri lek!", I said.

"What's wrong? Tumben?"

"Eum.it turns out that Bia's hunch is really lek. There's something going on with Febri."

"Febri why?", asked Lek Sarman more curious.

"Mas Febri was shot, Lek! Earlier, his partner called Bia. But now it's done in surgery. Mas Febri is also rumored, only still weak Lek. Hence, Bia wants to ngabarin old man mas Febri."

Lek Sarman breathed heavily.

"Are you sure you want to tell them? They will panic?!" said Lek Sarman.

"It is precisely because they were Febri's parents, Lek. They have more right to know. But incidentally Lettu Amara does not have the number Bu Sri or Pak Bambang. He just gave me Bia's number from Seto."

"Yes if you want that, just bring a car. After it rains, it's safer to use the car!", Lek Sarman gave me the car keys.

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I parked my car on the roadside of Mr. Bambang's yard. I saw another car there, maybe a guest.

When I got out of the car, it suddenly drizzled. I hastened my steps towards Bambang sir's house.

It turns out that it is true, inside there are guests. I hesitated to enter, afraid to disturb the host and guests.

So I chose to stand on the terrace. My goal is to hear the chatter in there. Not the intention of eavesdropping, but indeed accidentally listening to their chat.

"Masiyo Febri arepan rabbi neh, Ambek Rondo? Geek wedokan liyo anyway?", asked one. From her voice, she was clearly a girl. But I don't know who.

(Febri married again, same widow? Is there another woman?)

"God wes jodone, mba!", said Ms Sri.

Tumben this guy's voice is soft? Impressed by fear even! Oopssss.

"Kasian ya Aisyah, her position will be replaced by a widow!", he continued.

"Mom, dong already. We will come here to meet, not to discuss Aisyah's late house. He was calm there!", said one man.

Do you feel like a former Febri father-in-law?

"Don't think about it anyway sir, in the past Bu Sri rejected her prospective daughter-in-law now eh..had become a widow, even blessing! What is his name for that rich? Lick your own spit?", quipped his mother Aisyah.

"Astaghfirullah, mother!", snapped her husband.

"What the hell sir? Really right? If in the past Bu Sri was not a match for Aisyah with Febri, she was tiny when she died, let alone she was pregnant so big!"

"Mom, Aisyah died of covid ma'am. Not because of anything, especially because of marrying Febri! I forgot what? My mother supported their marriage. Don't do it, ma'am!", said his father Aisyah.

Aisyah's mother is still a manyun.

"Sorry, Miss Sri?!", said her father Aisyah.

"Yes sir, I understand. You must still be devastated because Aisyah died."

"That knows!", said his mother Aisyah ketus.

"Mother, we go to Bu Sri's house to establish friendship. Kok even became the leader of Aisyah's late house, already dong Bu!", said his father Aisyah.

Her mother Aisyah chose silence but her lips were still kamit kamat.

"I'm sorry sir!", rich Madam Sri is not tasty.

While outside, Mr. Bambang just from the side warehouse.do not know if any of his former iron came. Even more surprising, his future daughter-in-law actually stood on the terrace. Even though the condition is drizzling. Why don't you go in, but the door is open.

"Nwamma? Lha po ndek kene?", asked Bambang sir.

(Kok is here)

"Eh, sir! Assalamualaikum!", I kissed my lips his hand.

"You want to see your mom or dad, right? Let's go in!", aiak bambang sir.

I finally followed him.

"Assalamualaikum!", Mr. Bambang greeted the people in the living room. I also said it even though slowly.

"Waalaikumsalam!", said all who were there.

"Who, nduk? When's come? Here sit!", said Bu Sri.

Aisyah's mother stared cynically at me.

"Busy sir?", asked his father Aisyah to Mr. Bambang.

"Sir, usual again in the warehouse next door."

The two men stale for a moment.

"Oh yes, introduce. This is Bia, Febri's future wife, sir...Ma'am..!", said Mr. Bambang.

Aisyah's mother looked at me from head to toe.

Pretty anyway! But widow! Heh! Inner Mother Aisyah.

Mr. Aisyah looks more friendly than his wife. Or perhaps more accurately, glancing at the situation.

"Oh yes, by the way this tumben is here. It's been a long time, sir?", asked Bambang.

"Yes sir, the intention is that we come here to connect the cord sir!"

"Oh so, yes. Even if Aisyah is dead, we still think of her as our own daughter!"

"Thank you, Mr. Bambang. Originally our intention was to match Febri with Anita, her sister Aisyah. Getting off the bed was the point, but Febri seemed to have another choice!", said his father Aisyah.

The lha? Want to get off the bed anyway? Lha continues why she was angry, using the show nyesel her son ever in the same match with Febri? This even wants to ask Febri to be his ghost again? Jerky wong! Batin Bu Sri's.

I take a slow breath. It's none of my business, but I've heard it myself before if Bu Sri says I'm Febri's candidate.

"Ooh. But.why yes, sorry in advance. It just so happened that we applied for Bia to be our daughter-in-law. Sorry sir, ma'am!", said Mr. Bambang politely.

"Oh.iya sir, it's okay. This is the intention anyway, sir. I was grateful that Febri was ready to marry again. Kasian, he's still young!"

Ayesha's father was wise, right???

After deciding about 'down the bed' that never happened, both Aisyah's parents said goodbye. Yes, Aisyah's mother even refused to shake hands with me. Patience Bia..

patience?!!?

Completely those two great guests....

"What is it anyway nduk, tumben here?", asked Mr. Bambang. Madam Sri also nodded.

I clasped Bu Sri's hand, afraid she was in shock when I said Febri's current condition.

"What the hell is Nduk? Don't make me stubborn! From last night, I didn't sleep Febri thought. Tumben really, do not know why!", said Bu Sri.

Don't you? A mother's bond is not to be doubted.

"Look Mom.But, Bia hope you don't worry too much Mom."

"What the hell is Bia? Do not make you curious!", said Bu Sri again.

"So.mas Febri. But Febri's been in surgery. I've also heard you, sir!"

"Innalilahi.!", said Mr. Bambang.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah sir. Is it really a premonition of mother, sir?", said Bu Sri crying deeply.

I also incarnated the condition of Febri mas which has improved. And give me the reason why Febri's partner called me, not his parents. I was afraid that the two old men would misunderstand. I am an official member of their family.

"Thank God Febri has improved. From last night the mother was restless!", said Mr. Bambang. I nodded slowly.

Not just a restless mother, Bia too!

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