My Neighbor's Young Police

twenty

Gita if again kadung ngambek yes that.want him in bujuk first, continue to say sorry a lot, alesan a lot if already sorryin do not forget in manjain too. That's the name of the complete package. If it is complete, then Gita can smile sweet again. Hahay..

I am that way too.

Just like Farhan was doing now, he was half the stress of having a hard time connecting the Gita number. In telfonin from dawn tuga clock even in rejected, continue directly non-active number. Jeez.if already kayaj gini where can he sleep with calm sleep.

Fortunately it's Sunday, try it if not a holiday, auto sleep in the class.

"Yes..." Farhan Farhan came out of the room shouting loudly to his mama who was ready in front of the dining table.

"Yesaa....." He shouted once more, as he walked down the stairs.

His father, who had just returned from his night duty, was sitting on the sofa disturbed by the sound of his son's screams.

"Farhan!" Call her firm. "Here you are."

Farhan looked at his father, took a rough breath and immediately approached him.

"Why father?" Farhan sat himself on the sofa next to his father.

"Ngapain yelled that? It's polite to talk to your mom."

"Yes dad..." Just two words, Farhan again rose up to his mother.

"Ma... Pinjem his cell phone dong." Farhan spoke while memcomot fried chicken cryspi made by his mother, which was automatically immediately tepis by mama Farhan a.k.a Rindi.

"Wash your face first dong. A really dirty boy."

"Mobile phone pinjem dong ma. urgent nih mah."

"Why? The gita?" Rindi sat in the front seat of the dining table scooping rice for her husband who now joined them. "Don't bother Gita first, she's grieving."

"Huh? why ma?"

"Ob Aska's mother died." Clearly Rindi.

"His mother was Aska's mother-in-law Queen's mother, huh?" Rindi nodded small.

"That Gita?" Rindi nodded again.

"Well, I can't see the Mbah anymore dong mah.."

"Yes.that's it."

"Berati Gita is now in Semarang?"

"Yes Farhan."

Farhan was silent for a while, so he understood, why last night Gita kept calling him non-stop.

"I'll go first ma.." Farhan forced to kiss the backs of his parents' hands, without continuing his meal, but on the plate was already complete with various side dishes that his mother cooked.

"Where are you Far. hey... don't be so happy!!!" Shouted Rindi.

"Assalamualaikum ma..." Without turning his head, he ran quickly towards the parking lot while shouting to call the driver.

hayoo.

The Gita has now reached its destination. His heart was so hit when he saw the parents of his father who was so very dear to him, now lying wrapped in a white cloth also coated with a batik patterned cloth.

Without being able to stand it anymore, Gita immediately hugged with the Queen next to her. His tears just fell without being able to be weathered. Unlike Aska who can still withstand the emotional turmoil in her. He just rested in front of the body of the beloved woman, the woman who gave birth to himself by betting his life, the woman he rarely met when he was growing up.

There was no longer a wise word that was able to calm him down when he had problems with his small family, no more that could be his pedestal when he needed strength, no more, everything will soon become a memory along with the buried body of the beloved woman.

Gita is still on her side. At once, all the memories of his mother and his childhood that he had spent together lit up in his mind. He also still remembered, when he kissed asking for forgiveness during Eid, fragile hands whose skin wrinkled, looking as if only bones wrapped in wrinkled skin.

His heart is getting tighter. This is the last time Gita can see the face of ayu the Mbahnya. There was no more laughter that he rarely encountered.

"Don't cry too long." The heavy voice of a man entered in his hearing, interrupting all the memories that entered the head randomly.

"Iklhas is hard, but it can still be done." Gita.

A man with a peci on his head, wearing a cocoa shirt and a sarong, was sitting behind him, his hand holding a small Koran. Gita knows, she might have been reading a verse to her altar.

Their eyes stared for a while, smiling and then looking down, more precisely he preferred to see a small object he was holding.

"Don't be sad for too long, it's not good for alamarhum.." Briefly talk. Then he opened the little thing again. Gita watched her, her voice softly and fast, chanting the verse before her.