Just a Bond

Scolded Mother

"Farhan." The call distracts me. I turned to see who was calling. Apparently Father.

"home."

I stammered hearing it. Going home? Do I have to stay away from Najwa? No, that's not true, is it?

I turned towards Najwa who turned out to stop at the door of the house because he passed by Mother. Whatever they were talking about, both Mommy and Najwa rubbed their cheeks, then hugged. After that, I saw Najwa glancing at me who was also followed by Mother. Again, I could only frown when I saw the interaction between my mother and my wife.

"Have your ears not worked so well that the call of the Father was ignored?" I was stunned when I saw the Father standing in front of me. I glanced back at Mommy and Najwa, and she was no longer there. Mother has also stepped towards me and Father.

"Go home" take Mother as well. This time with a cold voice mixed hoarsely. Ah, it must be because Mother cried too long.

In a moment, I acted like a dazed person. "Sir, Bun, how am I being brought home? I'm kan—"

"What else do you want?" The look of the Father sharpens.

Not yet answered the question Father, Mother interjected, "Do you have no face? How can you stay with Najwa when you're not okay?"

Ah, Mother. I was confused as to what to respond to.

"But ... Has the conversation been? Just like?" I don't understand why they're out.

"Do you want to feed yourself to your in-laws as a samsak vent of his anger?" The words of my father are very bad, huh? Ah, I remember when I was talking about Najwa. Does he feel this too?

"Let's go home, sir. He said the boy was an adult. I can tell which is true and which is not. Children who do not want to be pitied by parents, let it be."

O Allah. Father is my mother why is this so very, yes? Instead of calming me down with good words, even so.

I could only stare at the two of my parents who had sauntered away leaving me who was still reluctant to leave this house. Honestly, it's hard to get out of here.

How can I be far away from Najwa? Am I gonna be okay? In fact, it has not even been a week Najwa is not at home, it makes the atmosphere there seem silent. Though I don't really feel the crowd there—except the carelessness of Najwa. It was only in certain times because I was very rarely at home.

I stared at the entirety of Dad's house, scanning every part and memory that was created in some corner of this house with Najwa. Just separated by a few meters, I was already very hard to part with Najwa, especially if I go home?

Najwa, come out, honey. Take your husband.

Either unlucky or how, the Najwa I was hoping to come, even someone else who appeared in front with a face that was still sloppy. Really, I was so reluctant to go back to meet him.

"Mas—"

"Rifka, aren't my words clear?" I don't want to mince words anymore and don't want to overreact to Rifka at this time. I've completely lost my good mood today. In addition, the heart began to be thin with the existence of Rifka here.

Sometimes I wander around to make sure the condition of the garden next to this house is really safe.

I hope no one sees us here. You see, it was only a few hours ago that we got into a big problem, and now the person who was the source of this problem came to see me. I could die if found out. In this house there are four men who are ready to beat me when it comes to tepergok. Dad, Mas Reza, Mas Gibran, and Rifki. No, I'm not afraid of death. But if I die and can't get sorry from Najwa that's ....

"If you want to apologize, it shouldn't be to me. But to your mom. He who feels a lot of pain because of you."

She's speechless.

Honestly, I sometimes wonder about Rifka. Why could Rifka put envy on her brother. I think people have brothers it's fun. Because it has many friends and .. anyway exciting like having a brother. I used to even blatantly tell Mother and Father to have a sister. But the Father and Mother are very sad to say that they can no longer have offspring because there is a problem with the Mother's womb.

From the experience of Rifka and Najwa, I can learn, no matter how close one's relationship, there must be a gap for envy, dislike, and others. Because it is human nature that is full of shortcomings.

"Farhan, your father-in-law was very angry because of your actions, now you want to act again?" That familiar voice suddenly interrupted my activities.

Ouch, Mother!

"Aw, aw, Mommy, off dong." I couldn't help but groan as Mother started twisting my ears like a raffia rope. My mother is sadistic, my God.

"What's? When are you even, Farhan?" Mother did not heed my groaning at all.

"Mother, Mother listen to me first. I have absolutely no intention of meeting Rifka. He just came alone."

"Yes, Aunt. I'm just sorry about Mas Farhan."

With my hands still not removing the jewel in my ear, Mother turned to look at Rifka.

"Rifka, Auntie doesn't want any trouble with you. Aunty has apologized to you on behalf of Aunt, Farhan and his father. Auntie please stay away from Farhan if you really love him."

I glared at Mother's words.

"But you better stop loving Farhan because there are more worthy of your love. Please, yeah, son. You are kind, beautiful, and of course equally proud of your father. Think about Aunt's words just now."

Mother then pulled me. "I'm sorry."

Somehow Rifka's response, I don't know. My mother had already let go of the jewel, changed to pull my arm towards the car. Already so, he even pulled me like a pet goat. What a life of my.

Arriving in the car, Mommy immediately got angry, "You be a guy must be firm dong, Han. Don't be quiet."

I sighed heavily. When will my mother not be angry? From the beginning he looked very vengeful to me. Fortunately, he expressed. Than the father who is still a duck. Look what my father did. When his son was dragged along with his mother, he was silent.

"If Mommy says it. When will you be accepted by Najwa if you're not that strict?"

"Oh, yes, Mother."