Home On The Grave
When to separate
The series of events always fills the life of evil that is full of the twists and turns of life, terror that is always faced because of its status that is different from others.
His unnatural birth made him a highlight, even though he was unjustly ordinary people who wanted to be humanized.
Day after day changing months and years, I was wrong to grow up, I was 17 years old, and it just so happened that there was a police acquaintance of mine who was kind enough to invite me to move to the city, with good thoughts,finally I moved to the city after asking permission first to my adoptive parents.
"Dad, I'm sorry if I have to move to the city, the color of the people here until now can not accept my existence" I said crying in my father's arms.
Although, I'm not his biological son but it is he who has given me life, he is the one who takes care of me so that it can be like this
"My son, even though you are not my flesh and blood, but my love and my love have become ingrained, you cannot force you to be always together, but remember the injustice, wherever you are, my love is always with you", said my father always gave me advice
I actually feel sorry for my own father who lives at home, Karna bu sharira returned to his nature and did not return again.
"Ayahhh", I hugged my father when the car I was about to drive into town came to pick me up.
"be careful son, my father's prayers are always with you" said the tearful father
The hand of my father, like a needle piercing my heart, but for the sake of a mind that never recedes, I leave my father to reach for dreams and minds that are passionate
I promise to pay in cash the insults of those who humiliate me with success
The oncoming car kept me from my father's house full of memories, even if it was only a hut but full of beauty
An hour's drive away, I'm in front of a pretty fancy house painted in light blue with black iron fences.
"Zalima huh?", asked a middle-aged woman who opened the fence
"Yes bik, I am unjust", I replied slowly
"Come on, son, the eco-sir is not at home, he is out with his wife" said the bik siti while serving a cold drink
I dipped my drink, I saw the bik siti smiling to see me thirsty
"Let's bibik show me your room", I also lifted my bag following the steps of the bik siti to the 2nd floor
"This is your room wrong, so the aunt cleaned it, but if it is not clean, you can clean it again" said bik siti
The room was nice and very clean, very much different from my room in the village which was just a pandan leaf knitted mat
"O Allah, give me your guidance, may this new place of mine give me peace in my life" I said, and I laid my body on this soft bed.
Suddenly I was attacked by a tremendous drowsiness, apparently I fell asleep long enough, he said,
"Zalimah, you wake up and eat first, it's late afternoon son" call aunt from the ground floor
"Sorry bik, because it is wrong to fall asleep" I said
"nothing 2 kiddo, eat first, not long after, my father came" said the bik siti
I also immediately wash my face first, then eat with the bik siti, after that help the bik siti wash the dishes
"Bibik, it's been a long time here huh?", I asked while wiping the dishes
"Udah 10 years old son" said bik siti
According to bik siti, he comes from east java, one district with an eco-pack as well, if widya's mother was the original eco-wife of Jakarta
"The eco-sir is very kind and friendly, only widya's mother is quite quiet, but during the bibik work here, they treat bik siti very well" said bik siti while working.
"Assalamu alaikum, apparently there is a guest here", said Pak Eko who just came with a middle-aged woman who is definitely called bu widya.
I immediately welcomed my new 2 adoptive parents, I kissed the hand of the eco sir and widya's mother, the widya mother smiled gently at me, their kasian, ten years of marriage have not been given a child.
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I do not feel 2 years have lived and become an adopted son of an eco sir, I am now not a minor excuse anymore but a mature injustice, I have sat on the bench in the first semester of college, in the faculty of medicine.
I deliberately chose the department because I was very interested in the world of health.my father from the village often came to visit me, actually the eco sir called him to move to the city as well but my father refused him, because he preferred to live in the village.
Kasian father who has no one else, only the spirit of the inhabitants of the baranti grave who became his best friend, the color of all the citizens excommunicate him.
Today somehow my longing for my father was very disturbing, making it difficult for me to study well
"Sir, zalimah permission to the village used to look at my father", I said to the eco-pack when I was sitting down for coffee
"Yes, long time, remember your course" replied Mr. Eco.
By driving my own car to the village, do not forget to stop by buy a father by, the face of the father who greeted me with a sense of happiness.
2 Hours drive, I entered the territory of my beautiful and shady hometown, I saw Pak Lurah standing on the side of the road immediately I stopped my car, I stopped my car,meeting Mr. Lurah is the only person who has always been kind and protected me from childhood
"Zalimah, just came home son?", asked the lurah sir.
"Yes lurah sir, go home to see father", I answered, while giving a package to Pak lurah, by the city.
"Wahh, by the city, thank you for your misgivings", said Pak lurah happily.
"I go first Mr. Lurah, want to meet father", I say goodbye to Pak lurah.
"Please wrongdo, your father must be happy" said Pak lurah again.
"Great yes wrong now, already have his own car" said a resident who came to approach the lurah who was still standing on the side of the road
"Yes, yes, his lecture in medicine again, we lost all our children, even though the crime was denigrated continuously by the mothers" said the pak Lurah responding to the words of the person.
"We should not insult people, color we do not know in the future how, for example the wrongdoer used to be only considered one eye here, now, tyranny is above all of us" said Pak lurah who seemed to advise his citizens
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"Ayaaaaahhhh!!", yelled zalimah when the car arrived at the front of the house January
Coincidentally his father was digging a grave, zalimah without awkward running to hug his father who was struggling with the ground
"My son" said the father, taking off his hoe and hugging his son affectionately
All those present were dumbfounded, a beautiful, fashionable-looking girl came to embrace this graveyard digger, with the call of father.
"who is he, januar?", asked a man who was digging the grave
"He's my son, sir, just arrived from the city" replied januar
"Work sir?", he asked again
"He's in college sir", reply sir januar
"Great sir January, only this work, can school his son to college" said the man again
Mr. January just smiled to continue his work, after completion he returned to his house, met his new son.
"A holiday, son?", asked my father
"Lat 2 days father, zalimah kangen" said zalimah
My house is still as it used to be, it's getting more fragile, making me think about fixing it, but if my father tells you, of course you refuse it, you always want to live as you are
"Zalimah, what are you doing, son?", asked my father when I saw me change all the mattresses, pads and sheets that had been all shabby, I immediately burned
"As you can see" I replied smiling
I deliberately bought my father a stove and a large gas cylinder, so that he did not bother anymore, so that the kitchen equipment was all replaced new
"Where do you get your money from, son?", asked the father when he saw me installing a mini fridge in the kitchen.
"The amount of work in Indomart father while in college, but my lecture was paid by eco sir, so I used a false salary to buy furniture here, karna despicable after graduating from medicine would go home to serve here", my words made my father tear up
"Zalimah I thought you've forgotten my father son" he said with a sense of haru
"Where can you forget your father, who has taken care of the evil from orok to this size, without the father may have been the victim of a dog grave" I replied with tears
"Zalimah my sonu, may you reach your mind son, come home son, do not linger here for long, fear the eco sir worry", Yes father, father,
"Zalimah has bought sembako for father, can for the next 3 months, zalimah put in the refrigerator and wooden cabinet that is wrong to bring from the city" I said as I prepared to go home to the city
"Dad, zalimah go home first", I said, while crying, it was hard to leave my father
"Yes son, be careful on the road yes", said my father let go
I saw my father waving his hands, I was claustrophobic, why I was so hard to part with my father, I was like a little back with my father, Germanja and told him this.
My father, pray your son's mind is granted
