I'm taking you off, Mas!
Nagging And Makian From Bu Nuri
Yara and Dhiya prepare to leave. Not to forget, they say goodbye to the neighbors around his house. Yara requested that the neighbors pray for Afkar to be found soon. Yara also left the house to be abandoned to Bude Minah, a neighbor whose house is right next to where Yara lived.
“I said yes, Bude?” Yara said as she reached out and then regretted it.
Yara's slender body was hugged by Bude Minah as if giving strength to Yara.
“Be careful yes, Ra! Patient with this disaster. Hope Afkar can meet soon!” Bu Minah rubbed Yara's shoulder slowly. Then slightly bowed to kiss Dhiya's cheek standing next to Yara. "duh... Will miss, Bude is with you!” Dhiya was smitten by the old woman.
"Bude, ticklish!" Dhiya said while slightly dodging.
“Thank you, Bude! We go first!.” Yara lifts Dhiya's body then sits him on a bench made of rattan
Yara uses her motorbike to drive to her in-laws' house.
Later there, Yara was picked up by a travel car that would take her to the city.
“I'm leaving, Bude! Assalamu'alaikum," said Yara.
“Waalaikumsalam, be careful ... Alon-alon wae, Ra! Kabarin Bude if there is any development about Afkar," said Bude Minah release Yara.
“Iya, Bude!”
Before Yara leaves her classic white house. Yara stared sadly at the building, many memories with her son and husband there. Yara hopes her little family can reunite.
“Da.. Bude." Dhiya waved his hand towards Bude Minah. The little cry of the boy scattered the reverie of Yara. Slowly the matic motor drove away leaving Bude Minah who was still waving to the two of them.
“Be careful yes, Dhiya!” yell Bude Minah. “Asian once they are, may there be a clue to Afkar's whereabouts so they can be together again.” Bude Minah stared at the departure of Yara and Dhiya, then turned inside her house.
Arriving at home
her in-laws. Not that it's welcome. Yara instead received a scolding and mockery from Bu Nuri. Bu Nuri learns that he is going to the city from Mira.
When entering the house and going to greet Bu Nuri too, Yara got a spicy satire with a sharp attitude from Bu Nuri.
“This is all your fault! So my wife cannot persuade her husband. Try if Afkar nerusin his father's efforts here, will not happen like this happen to him?" ketus Bu Nuri who continues to blame Yara for the disaster that befell Afkar his son. The sturdy house where her husband grew up was crowded by her scolding.
"Sorry, Mom! Yara didn't know it would be like this. Yara also could not argue with Mas Afkar. I know for myself,
"Ah, you even argue, never argue, do not continue to say yes!" Bu Nuri again nagged and then stepped towards the room, closing the door so that Mr. Setyo did not hear the commotion that occurred due to him who was nagging. It could be her husband's thoughts later.
Before Yara's arrival, Mira's sister-in-law had told Bu Nuri of Yara's planned departure to the city to find her brother. And ask for help to leave Dhiya to Mira. His departure later could not be determined how long Yara was in the City. Mira and Yara can only hope that Afkar will be found soon.
Yara could only silently accept all the anger of her mother-in-law. Mr. Setyo who was in the room could not do anything. Although the door was closed but the middle-aged man could only cry, while listening to his wife scolding Yara. He could not defend and block again because of the condition of his stroke.
“Already, Mom, Enough! Kasian Mba Yara, in the blame continues the same mother.This is all God's will. Who the hell is Mom, who wants to get lost? We must be sincere, just pray Mas Afkar. It is easy to let him be in good health wherever Mas Afkar is, Mom?” Mira broke up Bu Nuri who was about to nag again. "Have, don't mostly nag later on her high blood pressure, go up again!" Mira.
Yara can't fight. Because he felt useless. Yara lived under Afkar's protection. Her husband always defends and manages Yara's life, but Yara accepts it all, although it is arranged but the affection and love Afkar gives her is huge and able to make Yara feel calm and happy.
“Propay yes, Mba! Understand Mother, the disaster that is happening now is happening to all of us. So we have to be patient and sincere!” Mira stroked the shoulder of Yara who was still sitting in the living room.
Lucky Dira wasn't there. So the little boy did not see Yara being scolded by Bu Nuri.
“Thank you, Mir. You know mba. Sorry, yes, if everything is like this. Don't know what else to do? Titip Dhiya, please take care of him! Only you guys have been so close to Dhiya all this time. So mba more calm, if Dhiya with you,” said Yara full of novelty. It feels so difficult but Yara has to make that decision, in order to find Afkar.
“Indeed, who would you like to be, other than us his family? Would you like to leave Dhiya at the orphanage, where you used to live? You want to make your family ashamed by sending Dhiya there?" Bu Nuri returned to grab Yara's words. He was still slumped with a tone of emotion as if dissatisfied had scolded Yara.
“Bu... Enough's enough! Later his high blood kumat loh, angry continuously from earlier!” mira then looked at Yara. "Now Mba Yara rest first! What time does the travel car get picked up here?” ask Mira.
Bu Nuri showed an angry and jutek face while folding her hands in front of her chest. The atmosphere in the house was already slightly melted, because Bu Nuri chose to leave the room.
Yara could only look down as Bu Nuri passed by with an annoyed and resentful look. For some reason even though Yara and Afkar's marriage has been going on for almost four years, Bu Nuri still hasn't been nice to Yara.
“Let's be around 10am, Mir! Mba want to go to the father first yes, all want to pay with him!” Yara said goodbye to Mira.
“Oh.. means it's still an hour away.” Mira looked at the clock on the wall that was right in front of her. "Please, Mba! You are in the new room Mira moved, this morning was out in the sun also with Mother!” Mira explained.
Yara stood up, saying goodbye to Mira to meet Mr. Setyo. He wanted to pour out the grief and unease in his heart. Because only he understands and understands the position of Yara.
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