Not a Running Married
Afraid Father
Rion panicked to hear the clashing sound of the man in front of the house, the man who had educated him with discipline to form a responsible person in a Rion. The man's loud voice frightened Rion. The young man immediately hid behind the back of the woman who used to take care of him.
“See Mbok! Mr raging!” rion shouted, who was very afraid of his father.
The woman who was standing on the porch, then ran to catch up with her husband. She did not want her husband to be angry and then made her youngest child go back and never come home.
“Pak, patience!” exclaim the woman while widening the steps.
“Durgan son! The insolent! What are you going home for?” The man was already close to Rion standing up, instantly lifting the staff and ready to swing towards Rion.
“Pak, geez! Listen first!” pinta Rion tried to weld. Running away is no use now.
The man named Danudara Hutama floated a stick and hit Rion's arm, making the young man scream in pain.
“Pak, I'm home, but why do I always get hit!” rion protested while continuing to try to dodge.
The middle-aged woman with Rion continued to protect, but unfortunately Danu was more violent than expected.
“Durgan son! Not filial! I don't have a son like you!” amuk Danu, still continued swinging the baton to hit the young man.
“Pak, I'm sorry. But don't keep hitting!” Rion continued to try to dodge, until finally pulled by the mother and hidden behind the woman who was no longer young.
“Enough! He's my son! If you don't want to accept it, let me welcome it!” spray Saridewi Hutama—Mother Rion.
Rion hid behind his mother's back, while Danu stopped swinging the staff and looked at the timid Rion with red eyes holding back the anger.
“Panjure keep him! Boys like sissies!” Danu tried to contain the already overflowing anger at seeing the only son of the four brothers, before then snorting violently and walking back home.
The middle-aged woman who became Hutama's housemaid, heaved a sigh of relief because her master had already stopped beating Rion. While Rion was half afraid to glance at the father who had walked into the house.
The goddess turned around, looking at the son who was still looking at the house. His eyes glazed over, after so many years he was finally able to meet and see his son.
“Finally you're home, son.” The woman who is often called the Goddess reached out, rubbing the face of the son who was very missed.
Rion looked at his mother, looking at her sad eyes and full of longing. “Yes, I'm home, Bu.”
The goddess was so happy, she hugged Rion before crying.
“Mother misses you so much, Rion. Why just came home?” The goddess spoke while crying, while both hands gently rubbed her son's back.
The middle-aged maid at Dewi and Danu's house was also happy that her employer's youngest child was finally going home, after years of breaking off from her own parents.
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Just for the sake of getting the family's support to be able to establish a serious relationship with Sasa, Rion returns home where years ago he was expelled from there. His thoughts and the father who did not match, making Rion finally chose to accept not to be considered and live his life until now.
But now he has to go back. In addition to longing, Rion also wanted to ask for blessing. Restu so that his first love to a girl can be maintained, Rion does not want to be like his two friends who have experienced heartbreak, where one can already be with the lover, where the other can be together with the lover, but the other is still immortal.
The young man refused to enter the house, fearing that the father would run amok again. Even Rion occasionally looked towards the door when talking to her mother, afraid that her father would suddenly appear there.
“Health, Mom. Mother how?” asked Rion trying to review the smile despite the misgivings.
The goddess knew the fear and anxiety of her son. The husband who does have a strong disposition and leader soul and lives discipline, always prioritizes the decision of the man without thinking about the opinions of others.
“Good mother,” replied Dewi, “not to be afraid, at most your Father in the room,” he added later, understand if Rion is anxious about the presence of his father.
Rion nodded in understanding, then circulated his gaze to the old building, seeing that nothing had changed at all there.
“You're nginep ‘kan, Son. Mother will ask masakin masakin your favorite food,” said Dewi, hoping the son will stop for a moment so that he can let go of longing as much as possible.
Rion looked at his mother, seeing a great desire in the old woman's eyes. Although he was afraid of his father, but also did not have the heart with his mother. Rion finally nodded, agreeing to stay even if only overnight.
The mother was very happy, then invited Rion into the young man's room.
Rion stepped a little hesitantly, but as the foot stepped inside the house, the pieces of memories of the house that had become the place to grow it flashed back. On the wall with the old paint, Rion still saw the old frames on display, their photos when he and his little brothers were still there. Until the young man's steps stopped while staring at a large frame with a family photo there.
Rion looked at the face of the father who was young and looked so fresh, he was five years old and in the lap of the mother. His sisters stood behind his father and mother. Danudara Hutama is a retired soldier, the man retired early due to an accident and one of his legs had a disability.
The young man sighed violently, before then choosing to turn his face away and go back in his mother's footsteps.
“Your room is always cleaned symbok, nothing changes, everything remains the same and is in its place,” Dewi said as soon as she opened the door of Rion's room.
Rion stared at the room, an ancient bed of iron with a mosquito net attached there. The old fashioned wall clock is also where the old-fashioned candle holder is, his father is a lover of antiques, which is why most of the furniture in the house is very old-fashioned and antique.
“What Mbak never came home?” rion asked, of course what he meant were his brothers.
The goddess tidied up her son's bed sheet, then turned to answer the young man's question. “Back home, but yes you know for yourself, it can't be every year. However, at least still mengingan than you who did not go home at all.”
The goddess stopped patting the bed sheet, until sitting with her head down. Tears began to fall, why stubborn husband and son make himself suffer.
Rion saw the sadness in the eyes of the woman who had given birth to him. He approached and knelt before the Goddess, grabbed both palms and grasped them tightly.
“Mafin Rion, Mom,” said the young man before kissing the back of his mother's hand.
The goddess was crying more and more, in her old age she just wanted to be able to get together with the family, but why was that simple wish so hard to grant, making the woman lonely all these years.
“Sorry Father, Son. Do not eat your own ego,” said Dewi, patting his son's back slowly.
Rion could only bow, before then reply, “Rion never angry with the Father, Mom. Who can't say sorry Rion.”
The goddess could not say anything, initially thinking that two or three months after Danu and Rion's quarrel, it would make the two get along. However, in fact the relationship between the child and the father was increasingly tenuous, especially Danu forbade Dewi to visit Rion if the young man did not want to obey Danu's will.
Rion put his head on the Goddess' lap, trying to get the affection he hadn't felt for a long time. The Goddess herself rubbed her hair up to her son's back, however the child's fault, for her Rion was still her son.
