My Sacrifice is worthless

My Fault's?

Me and Nur cleaned the house. There are still some relatives who still accompany us until the next three days. Yes, in my village still use the tradition.3 days, 7 days, 14 days, 21 days to one hundred days. I myself do not understand what the function of these days is just that grandma says it's tradition. However, to me it is very burdensome for certain people who may not have the cost to carry it out. Is prayer enough?

As I headed towards the kitchen, I heard whispers between my grandmother and our neighbor.

"If not because Fitri wants to follow, Ita. This is definitely not going to happen. The accident will never happen" she said.

"But Mak, it's not wrong Mak? Ita does not want this to happen to her beloved sister," replied bi Atik.

"I'm sure, it's all Ita's fault. She's glad her sister's dead" continued the grandmother.

"Already Ma. If Ita hears of this matter, she must be sad," the mother interjected.

"Ah, you know what Tina is? You're just their mother, just an outsider. I know everything."

I can't stand hearing Grandma's accusations anymore. "Sir, everything is arranged by God. Even when and how we will face Him, all just because of moses," as I say. My heart is broken hearing Grandma's accusations against me.

"G ... You're this. Does that smelly kid want to teach me? If it wasn't for you, Fitri wouldn't have gone there to see you, "grandmother's wrath.

"I don't want to teach anyone, Grandma, because it's true. If I can choose, let me die. Let me take the place, Fitri to make Grandma satisfied. Didn't my grandmother not like me?" answer's crying.

"Already, Ta. Don't you take this grandma. He just wants to hurt our hearts, "my mother calmed me down.

"You son-in-law of the ungodly. Can you talk that way to me, huh? Who are you? Even you just hitchhiked here ...!" caci grandma.

"I'm no one, ma'am, but at least I'm not like a mother who can only hurt others with her words" she replied.

"Already ... already. It's not good to hear people passing by. Remember your grandchildren just died yesterday," said bi Atik.

I don't understand how Grandma's mind is going. Why can Grandma say that? Mom and I cried at Grandma's words. Is it true that this is all my fault? Am I the cause of Fitri's death?

Mom hugged me. "I'm sorry, Ta. I can't be a good connecting mother for you. Even mothers have done bad things to Fitri," said the mother in tears.

"Easy, Mom. Let's forget everything. Fitri must have been sorry Mother," I replied in tears.

Not long after Dad came home. I don't want him to know about this and add to the burden of his mind.

"How, Son?" my grandmother suddenly stood beside me.

"I still want that kid in jail, Mom. I even want my life to be paid for with my life. Unfortunately, in our country, this is a country of law. If not, I don't know what's going to happen" he said.

"Yes ... Mom wants it, too, but let the police take care of everything, son. What about raharja's money and their compensation?" ask grandma.

"It's still on the side there, ma'am. It might take some time. How much money did you get for the death donation yesterday, ma'am? Isn't everything in my mother's?" search dad.

"There is a mother save, for the purposes of yasinan later. Don't worry," interrupted grandma indifferently.

"You know that man, don't you, Ita? ask dad full search.

"Yes Dad, Satria was my junior high school friend," I replied.

"So, all this because of you?" shouting father.

"I ...?"





"You know that man, Ita?" ask me cold.

"Yes Well. He's my Junior High friend" I replied.

"What is Dad saying?" my question is not to understand.

"It's because you introduced Fitri and the guy, isn't it?"

"Well, I don't know how they know either?"

"Not many reasons, Ta. You never liked Fitri better than you. Answer honestly ...!" his yell.

"For God's sake, Dad. Fitri the sister I love the most, there's no way I can hurt her even with the tip of a fingernail" I cried. I didn't think my parents had this kind of mind. At times like this, they can still blame others, even my children their grandchildren.

"If not you, who else?" timpal granny.

"I don't know, Grandma, am I the only one in your eyes?" my tears.

My father and grandmother were silent. Staring at me with a dislike look.

"You are indeed a child who does not know in profit, an ungrateful brother. If it wasn't Fitri who sent you to Junior High, you wouldn't be like this right now" read Dad.

"I thought you were married. From now on you don't have to go back there for school" she said.

I was silent to Grandma's words. Why are all the mistakes being made to me?

"Who can't go to school?" ask me Bah suddenly. He stood in front of the door, holding her. Showing her unhappy face.

"Who can't go to school?" rework tok Bah.

"Nobody, Uncle," replied the nervous father.

"If you're not happy about Ita's presence here, let me take her home immediately" tweeted Tok Bah.

"It's not so Uncle. But the man who brought Fitri that night, was a friend of Ita's. If it wasn't for Ita's friend, there's no way she would have dared to bring Fitri along" the father replied.

"Why are you so sure? Have you asked that guy? Is it really Ita who introduced them?" search tok Bah.

My father and grandmother were silent.

"Can't you, don't give everything to someone else? Have you as parents corrected your own mistakes? Have you done your job and role as a parent? If so, why are your grandchildren one in the east and one in the west? can you explain it to me?" tanya tok Bah at length.

I, who was uncomfortable with the situation, tried to melt the atmosphere.

"It's okay, Tok Bah. Maybe, all this time Ita has not been able to be a good child for Ita's parents," I explained.

"After all, parents have no right to judge their children that way, Ta. Yes, you are ready, come to Tok Bah home," orders tok Bah.

Hearing that, my father and grandmother looked confused. They remained silent for quite a while.

"Don't bring Ita first Uncle, what will people say if Ita isn't here? let him stay here for a week," father asked.

"Yes Bah, what will people say?" continued grandma.

"Well, that's shameless of you too? Have you been busy thinking about other people's thoughts? When you revile and scold your grandchildren in front of others, you don't think about it?" ask the Bah.

"We didn't mean it like that uncle. We just ...?"

"Have ... already, I don't want to hear any excuses. Learn to be a good parent. Make the calamity that befalls Fitri as a blessing to yourself. Take his silver, for nothing will be eternal. Including your pride and arrogance towards posterity," explained Tok Bah.

The faces of the father and grandmother instantly changed hearing Tok Bah's words.

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