Obsessive Love Disorder's.
Traumas
One week later.
Arif just came out of his leadership room. He has given a letter of resignation as POLRI. This decision has been unanimous. He will not regret that decision. The plan is that he will start a palm oil plantation business in his father's village. Yes quite, his father left the 50ha oil palm plantation. And all this time the village was managed by a confidant of his family.
The plan is to sell the house he lives in with Flo or Ali. And the money will be made into capital to expand its palm oil plantations in the village.
Arriving at home. He went straight into his room. He was very tired, but he didn't work hard today. Just go to the police station, give a resignation letter.
"Mom, what is it?" asked Arif, when he saw the mother holding something that he thought was strange. Like a bundle.
Arif's mother looked at her confused looking son. "It seems you've been using it all this time, dear. Maybe Ali did it ", said Ali's mother. Pantes his son was obedient with Ali, and did not feel suspicious though. Because Arif's eyes and his eyes have been closed by the use of Ali.
"Astagfirulah.... Oh Allah... Keep us away from selfish human bad intentions." Say Arif with weight. He hated Ali even more. For him, this man was precious before. Unfortunately for the man, he prioritized false reports of Ali's death. Rather than taking care of his wife who pura has a cyst disease. Ali and his wife are the same person.
The depressed Arif decided to sit on the sofa in the corner of his room. His hands were massaging his painful temples. Likewise with his head that feels like it is going to break. Although it has been confirmed and the heart has been strengthened. But, every time he remembers and talks about Ali, his heart gets hot, he's still emotional. Arif has not been able to hold back. It feels like Ali's treatment of him is very painful. Just because of the man's ambition, Arif's life is ruined. Honestly, she was traumatized to marry again.
"Tomorrow morning we'll go home, Mom. And we're going straight to dad's village." Arif lirih.
"As much as you want." The mother is weak.
After his father Arif died when he was 4 years old. His mother Arif prefers to live in his hometown, rather than in his father's village. Moreover, Arif's mother who works as a teacher, placed work in his village. There was an intention to move the task to the hometown of the husband. But, the intention was not implemented after his father died.
"Yes ma'am." Sahut Arif is weak.
Arif's mother came out of the room with an object made by Ali to use Arif. While Arif chose to lay his body on the bed.
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One week later
Arif and his mother started their lives in the village. This week Arif is still adjusting to living in the village. He was also immediately preoccupied with the work of opening new land to expand his palm oil plantations. He even went down to the field. Take part in opening up new land. And her mother always went to the garden. Even now they already have a place to live in their oil palm plantations.
"Emmm.. It's better to live in my dad's village." Said Arif staring fixedly at the mother. They were enjoying their lunch over the terraced cottage. Eat with the workers.
"Yes, son." Sahut the mother. Put the rice back in his mouth where they were this morning roasted goldfish with eye sambal as well as clear vegetables.
"If you like living in this village, why don't we just stay here. Why stay in her mother's village?" ask Arif again.
He sometimes regretted ever knowing Ali. If he was not a village with Ali, not a neighbor with Ali. Maybe her life wasn't this horrible. Maybe his life wasn't this ruined. Arif is very traumah. He who wants to have a new soul again, every night always pray to God with tears, so that the disgust for himself is gone from his mind. He hated his stupidity that had had sex with Ali, the woman so-called events.
"Kan mom's job in mom's village son. Not allowed to move if it has not reached a certain time. When you can move tasks, your father even faces the power." Said the sad mother. She remembered her late husband.
"Yes mom. Excuse me... It makes me sad." Arif washes his hands. Grabbing the tissue in front of him. His hands stretched out through the tears of his mother.
"Yes son. In the afternoon we will make a pilgrimage to your father's grave, son!" pinta the expectant mother. Whereas a week ago when they reached the village, they had already made a pilgrimage.
"Yes ma'am." Sahut Arif smiled faintly at the mother. Arif, who had finished eating, grabbed the cell phone he had placed on the floor of the cottage to his left.
He will surf for a moment in the virtual world. I want to see a message from his lawyer. Because tomorrow the fraud case committed by Ali will go to trial.
"Emmm.. If you have opened the phone must have forgotten the real world you son." said Alif's mother laughed a little happy to see her son who turned out to be cheerful again.
"Yes mom, look at me. It's a funny post." He said thrusting his hape in front of the mother.
Haha..
Now Arif's mother who became laughing out loud because she saw the funny poatingan. What they watched was a video where a couple were dating. Suddenly the man stroked gently the cheek of the lover to the left, and at that very moment. In the palm of the man clings to the woman's powder. The man was confused. He rubbed the woman's right cheek again. And again in the palm of his hand was the woman's powder. And at that time the woman also posed pretentious and glassy. The man growled, he tried the whole face of his lover. And suddenly his lover who was beautiful, turned into a man.
"Haha... This is the opposite of Ali Nak. If Ali from a man becomes a woman. If it's from a woman to a man." Said the mother unconsciously, laughing.
The mother did not know that her son was a manyun because he was offended. "Keep it, ma'am. Said I." Said Arif pouting.
The mother glanced at Arif with a mocking smile. "That's just getting angry." The mother mentoel cheeks of the child. Then the old woman, back scrolling her cell phone.
"I, isn't it Alana? are you friends with Alana?''
Arif grabbed his phone from his mother's hand. He hadn't heard from the woman in a long time. Arif is not friends in FB with Alana.
"Yes ma'am." Sahut Arif with curiosity. He continued to read the news posted, in his High School group. Alana's mother died mom." Said Arif sadly.
"Innalillahiwainnailaiojirojiwi....!" Said Arif's mother sadly. Although Alana's mother is her rival. He still feels sorry for the death of his mother Alana.
So the story of Arif's father one village with his mother Alana. Arif's father was in a relationship with his mother Alana. But their relationship is not sanctioned by Arif's family. So, Arif's father was betrothed to his mother now. And the excitement again, after his mother Alana married the people in her village as well. They work in Arif's mother's village. And after Alana finished High School. They moved to the Cliff City.
"Dek Nur, who now lives in Mr. Sopyan's house?" ask Arif's mother to one of his workers. Sopyan is the name of his father Alana.
"I know there's no mom. But, listen hear they're going home, after the daughter's married." A woman named Nur.
"Alana means Nur's deck?" asked Arif's mother to confirm with curiosity. While Arif currently looks serious listening to his mother's conversation with one of the women who work in the palm oil plantation.
"Yes ma'am." Sahut Bu Nur polite.
"Oowww... Alana is married. Koq we're not invited, are we, son?" ask the mother to her son. "But we met Alana two weeks ago." Obviously her mother again to Arif.
"Yes ma'am." Sahut Arif flat.
"When you wanted to marry Alana. Eehh.. You'll call when you're married to Flo." Said Arif's mother sad. "Alana's mother can't be with your father. At least his children are united." Said Arif's mother with bright eyes.
"Mom... Don't talk about it anymore. And don't talk about marriage, ma'am." Said Arif moody.
Really, he's still traumah. Saying to get married she couldn't. He was upset and wanted to vomit.
"Yes, son, sorry?" Said Arif's mother guiltily.
"Yes bu "Arif came down from the cottage, he will return to work, planting oil palm that has been hollowed out. He has to work hard. Because he had aspirations to establish a pesantren foundation.
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