Love for Zahra (END)

52. The Cry of a Mother

Not until the man was at his destination, the phone he put on the dashboard rang loudly. He saw the name on his phone screen. Shows the name 'Go Rio Rio' there.

He picked up the call and pressed the loadspeaker button.

"Where?" ask Rio.

"Street."

"Wait for Doni's place."

"OK."

The phone connection was cut off after he said okay. The man grumbled all the way. Because he has to turn around. Though in the front corner already seen the alley into his rented house.

He continued to drive his car looking for a place to turn around. And drove his black sedan towards Doni's cafe.

It takes about ten minutes to arrive at the Doni cafe located in the Sukarno - Hatta street area. The streets are quite crowded make Ega can not drive his vehicle quickly.

He arrived at the cafe and parked his car. Ega entered the cafe still wearing his office uniform.

He was looking for Rio who had called him. He saw the man sitting at the very end of the table with his other friends.

He walked up to the table. Greet them one by one. He took a seat on the side of Edo.

"Recome from the office?" ask one of them.

"No. From Zahra."

"Cie keeps chipping away."

"However. I miss it."

"Little. Kangen jare (said)," seduced them.

"Where is Rio? He called me here" asked Ega.

"Get rid of him. The girl could not be reached" replied one of them.

"Samperin. I don't know the house," Ega said.

Edo who was sitting next to Ega whispered something to him. After that they switched the chatter without discussing Rio.

They chatted to remember the school days with the mischief they did. Mocking each other while finding embarrassing memories in their school days.

Until midnight they are still sitting sweetly accompanied by a cup of coffee. Also had their cigarettes burned.

Although the cafe was closed, did not make them rush home. Precisely the cafe owner also participated in chat and jokes with his friends.

Twelve o'clock late little Ega decided to go back to his contract. Some of them still survived and continued the conversation.

Come to think of it, actually the adam also likes to gather and encourage. And the topic they discussed was also almost the same as the women.

If women like to discuss handsome and rich men, not much different. The men if gathered they discussed were also women. Men or women are the same. Both ghibah makers, so according to Ega.

The man reached his rented house. He put his car in the garage.

He rushed into the house. One goal right now is a warm bath. This day he had too many activities that made his body sticky. Plus the smell of cigarette smoke.

After cleaning himself. He saw his cell phone that turned out to be out of power. He plugged his phone into the charging cable. Let it fill to the full.

As long as his phone charged, the man also laid himself on the bed. Prepare to pick up dreams. Later there he met his cheerful girl.

It seems that the man's PR from his royal father is still unresolved, which is to make Zahra happy. Yep. He had to go the extra mile to restore his girl's cheerfulness.

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Early in the morning, after carrying out his duties as a Muslim, the man who still wore the sarong had struggled with his mobile phone.

Sending a long message to ask the state of his heart. Last night he was too tired to ask about the situation of the girl he loved.

While waiting he also sent a message to someone else. The goal is the same, asking the state of the idol of the heart.

No response from the two frustrated the man. I want to get close, but far away. What about the fate of his work if he often ditches in order to meet the idol of his heart far away there.

He called another number. He thought it was time to tie the girl up so that she could live together.

Just a few days apart made him often frustrated because it was difficult to get news. Yep. He must marry his girl soon.

After all, the blessing of both his parents has been he cantongi for a long time. As time goes on, he will be able to regain Zahra's heart.

Ega woke up from the fall. Put the phone down and get ready to go to the office. It seemed like today he had to restrain himself from ditching again.

The ringing of the phone that was so loud made him immediately check the flat object. The name of the father is there. He immediately answered the call.

There is a conversation like old parents and children do not meet. They asked each other about the health among them.

"Next week papa has service in Indonesia for the next two months. Papa try to visit you," said the papa across there.

"In Malang, Pa?" ask Ega.

"No. In Surabaya. Papa could have just left and come home from Malang."

"Isn't it too far, Pa?"

"We'll talk about it later. Don't forget to pick up Papa at the airport. Be careful, take good care of yourself, son," said the father.

After saying hello, the phone connection was cut off. He put the phone down and continued his activities.

******

In a house in the Elite area of Malang city early in the morning there was a commotion. The mother was angry at her son who had just set foot in the house.

With the pungent smell of alcohol all over his body. He stood up with a little staggering.

He did not care about his mother's anger and disappointment. The young man staggered towards his room upstairs.

The mother sat on the living room couch. Crying for her son who came home drunk.

I don't know what burden the child is carrying just that. Until he did something that was strictly forbidden by religion.

My mother failed at being a parent. Seeing her son recently come home drunk. Confused how to remind his son.

He stood up crying. Entering his room downstairs. The woman took her cell phone. Calling someone she really needs.

"Sister!" she said she was crying when the phone call was lifted.

"What's up, Dek? Why crying?" ask the guy across there.

"He came home drunk again, brother. What am I supposed to do? I don't know what problem he's having. He never wanted to tell me the same story, sister," about the girl.

"What do I do, brother? It breaks my heart to see my son go down the wrong path like this. I failed to keep Allah's care, Brother. I'm afraid he'll be like his papa, brother," said the woman with tears.

Outside the room, the child whose consciousness was not one hundred percent due to the influence of alcohol was silent at the end of the stairs. Listening to the sound of sobbing the mother's cry in the room.

His heart was crying too. He regretted having made the only parents he had to cry for it.

He chose to leave the house without saying goodbye. Open the door and go to his car which is still parked in the yard.

The roar of the car that the mother was very familiar with was again heard. But his voice did not approach, it was getting further away.

The mother hurriedly came out with the cell phone still perched in her ear. He saw his son's car was far away at the end of the road.

"He's gone again, brother. I should how?" the old woman came back crying.

The person at the other end heard the mother's cry from the still connected voice of the call.

The mother was crying for her son who had just left. Regretting her incompetent self being a good mother to her child.

*****

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