I'm taking you off, Mas!

Not Ready to Split

"Sorry, Mir. Mba is wrong," said Yara, bowed. His hands were unceasingly rubbing the clear globules dripping down his cheeks.

Mira approaches Yara then slaps Yara's shoulder gently. Without even being told, Mira had already guessed what happened.

"here, Mom. Let Mira alone bribe father!" Mira took over the bowl of porridge in Bu Nuri's hand. "Mom should eat first, from this morning have not eaten loh!" continued Mira.

"Mother doesn't eat! Where is Dhiya?" Ask Bu Nuri.

"Dhiya next to Uncle Yono's house," replied Mira.

"Now, bribe your father! I'm just going to nemenin Dhiya." Bu Nuri passed out of the room.

After Bu Nuri left. Mira spoke slowly with Yara.

"Mba, I'm sorry for Mom's attitude. Please understand, right now his heart and mind are also branching. Besides still thinking about the existence of Mas Afkar, you also have to think about the father who is like this condition," said Mira. Afkar's sister hopes Yara understands the situation.

"Mba knows ko, Mir! Not pa-pa. Mba was just sad, carried away. Oh, ja. All of you want to give me this." Yara offers Yara's savings and ATM to Mira. "Wanted to give it to mom. But I don't think you can talk well together mba, innannya hates to continue if near mba."

"This is what, Mba Yara?" Mira asked as Yara slipped the two things in Mira's hand.

"This is a savings account owned by Mba Mas Afkar. Today, the father is more in need of medical expenses. While the rice mill is currently quiet," replied Yara.

"But mba---,"

"Receive me don't let mba be any less useful to this family. Ma'am please keep this money.the number is according to Dhiya's date of birth, you must remember."

"Yara," shouted Bu Nuri from outside Yara rushing towards him. Instead of getting back to grumbling.

"What's up, Mom!" Ask Yara.

"Get me a drink for Dhiya. Poor him, you haven't eaten my granddaughter at home yet!"

"Already, Mom. Dhiya used to eat bread and milk if morning and at this time is usually Dhiya eat. Yara get me a drink." Yara passed from in front of Bu Nuri.

"Mba, her cell phone from earlier sounds!" Mira said to block Yara's steps when she will provide drinking water for Dhiya. "Here's the drinking water, let me give it to you! Better stepbrother call first."

"Thank you, Mir!"

Yara furrowed her brows as she looked at the number on her phone screen. "Whose number is it?" Without waiting for long, Yara called the number.

Yara had to wait a while. Not long after the phone was connected.

"I spoke to Mba Ayara Faeqa, didn't I?" Someone across the street asked Yara.

"It's right I'm alone."

"I'm from a travel that will pick up mba, my position is soon to arrive at the location. Please be prepared so that we can continue the journey immediately" he said clearly by Yara.

"Well, I'll be ready now."

Yara rushed over to Mira and Bu Nuri beside the house. His heart was relieved when he saw Dhiya laughing a little with Bu Nuri. Yara was sure that even though Bu Nuri's attitude was not good to her but unfortunately to Dhiya was sincere. Obviously because Dhiya is his descendant.

Yara sat down at the long bale they were currently sitting in. "Mr already asleep, Mir?" Ask Yara.

"Already, mba. It was just a little meal, I gave the medicine and went to sleep" replied Mira.

"Mom, I'll be gone in a minute. The travel car that will pick me up is almost here" said Yara slowly making Bu Nuri turn to him.

"Then?" cetus Bu Nuri's

"As I heard from Mira before. I'd like to leave Dhiya, I'd rather trust the two with mom here. And for the treatment of the father ... I've given you a little money for that."

"Hey, where did you get the money? If you know you have money, why should Afkar go to town." Bu Nuri was still sniffing at Yara.

"That's our mandatory savings, ma'am! Savings to buy a house, as Mas Afkar wishes. And now Yara leaves it to Mom and Mira, hopefully it can help the father's treatment. Yara was sure, Mas Afkar would have allowed it."

"When do you want to pelgi?" Tanya Dhiya who moved sat on Yara's lap.

Yara could not answer. His breathing felt stifled at the question from Dhiya.

Yara quickly hugged Dhiya's small body as tears flowed down her cheeks. I don't feel happy if I have to part with him.

Mira was sad to see it. The younger brother of Afkar was crying as he stroked Yara's shoulder slowly. "Patience, yes, mba!" he said he slowly hoped Yara was strong with the problems that befell her.

So did Bu Nuri, the middle-aged woman turned her face then wiped the tears that followed flowing on her cheeks full of aging wrinkles. She felt sad to hear sobs from her daughter-in-law, Yara.

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