Pasung Tuan Muda's

28. Losses to People Who Need Money

POV refals

Anissa, what, name Bi Ira? Why exactly the same maid in my house? Or maybe there is something to hide. Anyway, I have to follow Nissa from behind. Good time I know about his mother who was considered crazy by people all this time. Yes, I must follow him, my mind says.

With wide steps, I walked following Anissa who hurriedly left. However, the trail is no longer visible.

Based on his steps, he headed for a road I had never walked before. From the narrow hallway that connects the house to the homes of the residents.

Walking and continuing to walk, both eyeballs did not find anything special in the area around the location. There is only a narrow and slum road.

In fact, beggars and the poor are clearly visible here. From the verge of vision, I found the silhouette of a girl who became a reconnaissance.

Nissa stopped under the bridge. He took some food out of his bag and gave it to those who did not have a home.

Instantly I leaned behind the empty building wall, gazing only at the white veiled chick.

So ... Nissa's been feeding the poor? Yes, Lord .. It's very noble of your heart, Niss. In an urgent atmosphere, you still had time to stop by that place. Anyway ... no matter what happens, I will still love you, Nis, my mind says.

Then, Nissa walked back and left the children under the bridge. He also moved to a narrow road.

With a sagging step, I kept following him and walked non-stop. About ten minutes into the trail, Nissa stopped at a building I seemed familiar with.

Oh, Nissa why stop behind that building? Isn't that ... The building is my home? So, what's the relationship between Anissa and my house? my mind while scratching my head.

Apparently, the girl who was the center of the gaze turned to look back. I hid and leaned behind the wall again. Looks like Nissa sensed something, or does she know someone was following her?

Curiosity continues to rain on me. Finally, with wide steps both feet back on the tread until it reaches the back of the building. Behind the Cape Flower tree, I stopped. Staring at a minimalist-sized door and very dull.

Nissa get inside that door? Is there room behind my house again? How, I don't know? Ah ... bodo very, the important thing I want to know what is happening now, my mind chattering.

The feet back up and walk. In a detective-like style, I slumped and placed my body on the wall of the house. Little by little, I turned towards the door that had a very small hole.

Allegedly right. That Nissa was in that very dull room. He paced and held a plate.

The gaze froze as I looked at the figure of the long-haired lady with the red bandana binding on her head shrieking agitatedly as both of her legs were being shackled.

Holy hooch! Whose girl is that? And why are his legs shackled like that? Is that mom—Anissa? So .. which people have been saying is true all along. If Anissa's real mom is crazy. Why do they live in my house? Pause for a moment, I took a breath and threw it out of my mouth.

So, what exactly is going on in my family life?

Formulating the question that came in a row, I accidentally nudged a flower pot on the left side. The flower pot fell and broke. The sound was also very loud, then I put my body back on the wall.

Jeez ... pampus me, surely Anissa will come here and find me who has peeked and followed him, my mind.

With wide steps, I bent over, body and hid under the broken table. With the hope that Nissa doesn't see me here.

Apparently, the girl opened the door and she looked right and left before finally coming back inside.

Aman ... jeez! I almost get caught if I hide under the table again, I said in my heart.

With wide strides, I again ran away from the location. This time a little run towards a park, afraid if I linger in that place will be caught by Anissa.

In the brain is still clearly recorded. That, the veiled girl I thought of as a girlfriend was feeding a woman.

But why do they live under one roof behind my house? Why it all happened and I know only now.

Entering the car with very fast steps, I rushed towards the house to think hard. Good time there are people who are able to explain about the existence of ibu—Nissa in the basement.

When we got home, the footsteps stopped. Instantly I got the face of the father who was in a row with Bi Ira. Like something they're saying. But my father was not as usual. This time it was very serious and pointed at the secret room door with his right finger.

"Bi .. If you want to feed Marissa, don't look at that door again."

"But, Mr ...."

"You go through the back door. If Refal knows how? Surely he'll be mad at me, Bi."

"Master .. towards the back it should turn the direction. And the distance is very far, it can be .. aunty is not strong to walk."

"No excuses, Bi!"

"Ira! You're just a maid in this house. Don't be a lot of excuses, or you'll get me fired now!"

"Yes ... Nyah .. I'm sorry."

In a faint, there were sounds of some snapping from the two elders. They don't usually say very harshly to Bi Ira.

The middle-aged woman who is famous all over is now the months of both parents, because father and mother are very inhumane, I also walked in through the door of the house.

"Mama! Daddy's! You guys what the fuck, anyway? Why are you angry at Bi Ira. What's wrong with it?" The room was very quiet.

"Why did you stop saying that? Come, continue. Who do you mean to feed Marissa? Who's Marissa? What you've been hiding with cat-and-cat drama like soap operas."

The father walked over and touched his forehead with his right hand. He approached me and touched this shoulder very gently, taking long breaths over and over.

"Son, there's nothing I've hidden from you. Everything you heard was a past, and .. and. Never mind it, don't think about it again" said the father. Then, both of his eyes were like they were glazed over.

I also slowly shook his hand. "What have you been hiding from Rebal all this time? What kind of drama did Mom and Dad do to other people? Please explain!"

"Rephal! You're still snot. You don't know anything yet. Now! You go in the room and change your clothes." From the end of the position, Mama spoke up.

Raising my tone of voice, I began to hustle. "Ma! Rebal is seventeen years old! Don't tell me that Refal's still snot. Now Rehal knows what you're hiding!"

"Enough! Refals! You made me emotional this morning."

"You two are cruel parents! There is no heart! I have no mind! Where lies your brain and conscience."

A hard slap landed on my right cheek.

Plaque!

"Basic son of a bitch! Dare you fight your own parents! This is not how I educate children," hardik the father. The gaze changed to the side of the body.

Bi Ira ran to see me. "Gusti .. yes, Allah ... The master! Why do you do this to your own children."

Bi Ira hugged my body lovingly. She was crying hysterically and was constantly stroking my hair.

"Den .. patient, dear ...."

I also changed the position of the gaze. From the front, the father looked at his right hand—bekas slapped my cheek very hard.

I touched my cheek slowly, very sick and sore. So does the heart, feels very slashed sharp paints.

Bi Ira took my hand and invited me to leave the current location immediately. "Den ... follow aunt to the kitchen. Do not continue this discussion. Come on, son."

"Maybe Refal's not their son, Bi. Rephal is Bi Ira's son."

From the front, the father approached. He touched my shoulder slowly. "Son, I'm sorry, father."

"No! You're not my father, you're someone else." I immediately shook off his right hand.

"Son ... Dad didn't mean it! Sorry dad."

"You and that woman are not the parents of Rebal. Don't ever touch me again." Finished saying, I hugged Bi Ira's body.

"Aden ... Don't say that, honey. Come on, let's go to the kitchen. Aunty had cooked Aden's favorite vegetables," she asked in a soft tone, but still sobbing.

With a step full of disappointment, I hurried to leave the scene of the debate. Bi Ira embraced this frail body and looked at my face full of affection, truly her sincerity is irreplaceable by anything in this world.

While from the initial position, the father still continues to quarrel with the mother.

"You see, right, Siska. My son came up against me today because of what? It is you who always forbid it by forcing the woman you choose!"

"Kok, me, Mas! Look, yes, Rehal is indeed a child who can not be directed. I do this so that he does not choose the wrong partner, so that he does not live hard later."

"What's in your brain is money and treasure. Where lies your conscience as Mother!"

"Whatever! If Refal does not want to follow my words, he can get out of this house, Mas."

"Can't, Siska. This house is still in the name of Marrisa, I have not changed this ownership letter."

"So! You lied to me, Mom!"

As soon as the father climbed the second-floor steps, he walked very fast leaving the mother. On the dining table, I can only monitor those who daily fuss over property and money. Truly man deified money never once thought to the giver.

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْم

عن أبى هريرة قال : قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم تَعِسَ عبدُ الدِّينَارِ، وَعَبْدُ الدِّرْهَمِ، وَعَبْدُ الخَمِيصَةِ، إنْ أُعْطِيَ رَضِيَ، وإنْ لَمْ يُعْطَ سَخِطَ 

The Prophet said:

"Relugate the slaves dinar, dirham, and qathifah (clothing). If given he is ridha, if not given he is not ridha.'' (HR Bukhari of Abu Hurayrah).

In the above hadith, the Prophet reminded people who deified money (dinar and dirham) will lose, not only in the world but also in the Hereafter. First, because such a man will be preoccupied with the affairs of money, thus neglecting his obligations to Allah SWT.

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