Neighbors Don't Know Themselves

The Part 18

One of the mothers who were inside the stall, ran out.

"Astagfirulloh al'adzim O Allah, why else the Mira?" Ask them almost simultaneously as if inexhaustible.

"This is sir, this is his house" The mother pointed to the house next to her stall, "please please, please just cut it here.." he continued, opening the fence of Mira's house that was not locked.

Then the father assisted his friend, lifted Mira's body from the motorbike and carried it to the terrace of the house.

"Behold, sir, " said the Mother, opening the door. "Euh, the house is also locked. Sleep there first" the mother pointed to the bamboo chair in front of the window.

The fathers were helped by other mothers, immediately lifted Mira's body and put her to sleep there.

"This is tea why sir? Why can I believe it?" Ask the Mother. Citra is seen fanning Mira's face with her hands and Neni patting Mira's cheeks gently.

"Don't know Mom, I also passed out on the street. Yes, brought first to the homes of the people. But pas consciously, asked why he even cry. Keep asking to be escorted here." The father replied with his explanation.

"Astagfirulloh al'adzim.." the mother held a concerned look at Mira "Teh Neni, please first take the water in the shop, maybe the same father wants to drink..." said Mother again.

"No ma'am, don't bother. I want to be alone, afraid that at home is worried" he replied as he stood up and greeted the mother, then cupped his hands in front of his chest while nodding politely at the other mothers.

"Yes or sir if that's it, thank you very much for bringing our neighbors here.."

"Yes ma'am, you're welcome.. Mango, I say goodbye. Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumsalam.."

After the stranger died, Citra assisted Neni is still trying to resuscitate Mira.

"Tea.. Mira Tea, Tea conscious.." call her while patting Mira's cheek gently.

Shortly after, Mira opened her eyes. But then close it again with both hands while crying as you please.

The mothers who were there were of course more excited to see the reaction of Mira.

"Mira.. Mira... Why tea?" Ask the Mother. Although in his heart there was still a sense of resentment, but for the sake of seeing the state of Mira, his heart felt full as well.

Instead of answering, Mira even more hardened her cries to make mothers more astonished and curious about what really happened to her neighbor.

"Tea.. Mira tea, by the way, why tea drops?" Ask Citra. Mira shook her head to the right and left as if she wanted to throw away the bad memories that had happened to her.

Seeing his reaction like a possessed person, making other mothers do not ask anymore.

After a bit of calm, Mira then sat leaning back on the bamboo chair.

"I'm okay, although I'm why-why you guys will not be able to howl." he said slowly but with a haughty tone that sounded.

"Astagfirulloh al'adzim, you really are Mira well. If you don't want to be cared for, it's up to you!" Curse the Mother with annoyance "again hit by a disaster like this also keep you haughty anyway!" he continued, as they passed away followed by other mothers except Citra and Neni who remained patiently waiting.

"O Allah, why is Teteh so su'udzon? People want the intention to perolong even dikituin!" Citra looked at Mira with annoyance, while Mira instead threw away her face not answering.

"Hayu Cit ah, do not be cared for anymore" said Neni anxious while pulling Citra's hand to stand, "many tea problems instead of realizing you mah Mira, even so gini..." he said it again while crossing his index finger in front of his forehead.

The image still looked at Mira with pity, but then her hand pulled Neni away.

Shortly after, Mirapun entered his house after retrieving a key stored on an electric meter.

Inside, he wept again lamenting his tragic fate. Not only was his physique hurting, his heart was as well. And worse, he'll never be able to report to the police knowing who he's dealing with now.

If he was reckless to report, it would be tantamount to suicide because he knew exactly what kind of person Hendar was. When he thought that, his guts just instantly shrank. He still loves his life, hoping never to deal with someone like Hendar again.

*****

While elsewhere..

Just about to get out of class after the doorbell rang, the device Kiran kept in her bag sounded vibrating. When taken, an unknown number is displayed on the screen.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum." he said hesitantly.

No answer heard there. Kiran looked at her screen once more, checking for numbers she might have contacted but missed.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum.. Who is this with?" Sweep again. But again, it was only silence that he found.

Just about to hang up the phone because I thought it was just a prankster, then someone spoke.

"Son, how are you?" Ask the voice across there after only the silence that dominates. The voice sounded heavy, choking withstanding the cries.

For a moment Kiran held her breath when she found out who the voice really belonged to. The man she had longed for.

"Mr." he said softly. His eyes glazed over, then one by one the clear circles fell down on his cheeks.

"Son, I'm sorry.. So far, I've been wrong with you, your brothers too, son... You're really sorry...." The heavy voice there turned into a sobbing sob "Kiran would you excuse me Father, Son?"

"Mr... Father, don't talk about it.. Kiran was not angry, Kiran kangen Mr.." she replied faltering.

"Udah Son, it's... Don't cry anymore.thank you Kiran would like to apologize Father, even though the father is wrong with Kiran. Now Kiran Wanna no longer stay with Father? Just like your brothers used to be?" Ask Uda Irman.

Kiran did not answer, instead she sat down on the classroom floor with increasingly hardened cries. Not caring about the look of wonder as well as worry his friends.

After the phone closed, Kiran came home with a flowery feeling, it was really impatient to meet with Tita and spread this happiness to her sister. But when he came home and found his mother's condition, at once his heart was overwhelmed with grief.

He became worried to choose, between following his father's invitation or surviving with his mother despite knowing he and his sister must be abandoned again.