Replacement Boss In The Inn

30. Go home

The Ossa family home is big. Things don't change as much as they did two years ago. There is only a new set of carved wooden benches and Ossa suspects it was brought from Demak. His father loved the original furniture from Demak.

The door was knocked several times. But it was not opened either. Thinking if the parents went to the pond, it felt impossible. Because my father was sick at home.

And now in the holiday season, her sisters just happen to be out of school. They may be watching cartoons. Ossa heard a television noise in the living room.

The door opened just as Ossa was about to call his mother's cell phone. And it was the mother herself who was opening the door of the house with a questionable face.

The questionable wrinkled face turned shockingly full of smiles, upon realizing that the long-awaited daughter had come.

"Ossaa,,!!" screeched his mother.

"Mom, Assaluma'alaikum," said Ossa to the mother who had embraced him. Ossa hugged his mother's thin back.

"Ossa, finally you really want to go home," said his mother with sebak.

"Yes, yes, ma'am. After all, I left a long time ago, I too miss, hik, hik,, hik,, hik," Ossa replied with no longer able to hold back his cries.

Same with the mother. The woman who was approaching middle age also drained a lot of water from both eyes. But without the slightest sound of crying. While his mother's hands touched almost the entire back, hair and head of Ossa. It's a longing that's been held up all this time. They still embrace each other.

"Dad sleep, ma'am?" ask Ossa. They have walked into the house.

"Yes, Os. Breakfast and medication. Just fell asleep. Wanna wake? Or you just wake yourself up, there," his mother said, pointing to a door. It is closest to the living room.

"Well when you wake up, Mom." Ossa sprawling souvenirs by super big the couch.

"Mom, that.. A little gift from Semarang. I don't know how I share with the neighbors." Ossa said as he pointed at her on the sofa.

"A lot of you buy souvenirs," murmured the mother with a thin smile.

"I didn't buy it, Mom. Purchased my new boss in Semarang" Ossa explained.

"The boss in Jakarta is not coming home anymore?" ask the mother. Ossa sometimes tells stories. Her mother likes to wonder. For the sake of treating longing so that the child wants to speak and tell a long story.

"Back, mom. Waiting for her house to stay more stable," replied Ossa. Seemed busy groping the contents in his bag.

"Mom, here's my new boss. He said to my family" said Ossa. She handed out a brown envelope to her mother.

"What is this, Ossa?" ask mommy astonishment.

"Looks money. I'll just open it."

Ossa spoke while walking towards the middle room. I'm sure the twins are there. Feeling very long. They were both present also on Ossa's big hand. Ossa always seduced his mother to give him a sister. And there were two twin sisters at once, when Ossa was sitting at the end of High School. Now the twins are sitting on a bench in kindergarten level B.

"Hey, you little,,!!" reprimand Ossa surprise. But his two sisters were not surprised. Only you look at him. Like not sure to recognize who Ossa is.

"You forgot me?" Ossa asked disappointedly. His two sisters looked at each other with doubtful expressions.

"Mbak Ossa,,," muttered the two hesitantly. Ossa nodded quickly. They immediately hugged both of them together. Satisfied with his favorite twin sister.

Ossa invited his two cute and fat sisters to chat. More precisely, Ossalah directed and asked many questions. It's nice to hear them chattering without a burden.

Satisfied mingling with Divanah and Davaniah, his sister's name, Ossa slid into his father's room. The father seemed to be sleeping soundly with a slightly pale face. Mother said, her father had a stomach ulcer and spread to the heart.

Ossa took his father's hand and saluted and kissed him. Then kissed his father's cheek next door. It feels so sad. Allowed the blanket to close perfectly to the stomach. The father seemed to remain sound, Ossa went back out while closing the door.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" ask Ossa. Approaching his mother at the dinner table. His mother seemed busy.

"Come, Ossa. You eat first. I'm with you" said the mother. Pulling two chairs and stalling the spoon plate on Ossa.

"Vana's the same Vani, don't want to eat, ma'am?" asked Ossa while sitting down. Still can't believe it was eating at home with her mother.

"You've met me, it's so hard for your sister to eat, Oss." His mother answered while taking a large amount of rice to Ossa's plate. Then take it for himself.

"Mom, who do you really owe?" ask Ossa. Can no longer be detained for not discussing it immediately. The mother looked at her face grimly

"On Mr. Karman, Ossa. Sorry, I didn't say it." The mother hurriedly looked down.

"A, uh,,!" Ossa reacts to scooping his face. The thing that was so feared was finally proven.

"Why not just anyone else, ma'am?" asked Ossa in a voice like holding back a cry. But while continuing to scoop up his food.

"Whose other person is it, Ossa? The Imam cannot lend more than a hundred million. Only Mr. Karman at that time came as a helper god. Otherwise, this pond and our house already belong to the bank now, nduk. Mother and father apologise" the mother regretted.

"But, do I have to marry Gandy, ma'am?" asked Ossa back as if in disbelief. But the mother nodded.

"Yes, Ossa. He no longer wants to take money. The deadline expired two days ago. And now, tonight I have to come to her house just like you. Say accept Gandy's will, you're married." The mother wiped away the tears that were spilling over uncontrollably.

"For example tonight we're not coming, ma'am?" asked Ossa gently and carefully.

"We must be willing to leave the house and the pond. All ownership papers are the same, Mr. Karman. And where are we going, Ossa? Your father loved the land of his house and his pond very much. Until your father got sick like that" explained the mother.

"Didn't mom ever take a prick?" ask Ossa softly.

"Already, Os. Always four million each month. Which you sent it. Somehow it suddenly matures. Mother asked for three years. It's also one year...." Ossa's mother continued to cry as she explained.

"Maybe because Gandy wants to wear me, ma'am. He just wants to annoy me. Later tonight let me come to his house alone, ma'am." Ossa was very upset. The mother looked surprised.

"Ossa, no. That's hazardous. What if Gandy tries to rape you again?" ask the mother very carefully. Ossa pensively for a moment.

"I'll take Mita, ma'am. Mom at home just looking after dad," Ossa breaks up and tries to speed up his meal.

"You're not going to be okay, Ossa?" asked the mother, she looked worried. Ossa nodded and smiled at his mother.

"Mother pray for my good, yes" said Ossa, pulling out a piece of tissue.

"Yes, yes, nduk. The prayer was sure, but it still felt very worried, Ossa," explained his mother. His eyes still look watery.

"I understand, ma'am. Mom, I'm going to my room first. Want to take a break for a while" said Ossa as he stood grabbing his small shoulder bag.

The mother nodded silently, with a tailed look following her daughter. Ossa snatched two dirty dishes of his own and his mother's. Wash cleanly in the sink and then stored in the cupboard plate. He shook his hand and left the kitchen quickly and headed into his room.

Ossa's mother, named Miss Endah, felt that her daughter had changed a lot. Very mature, patient and calm. It also looks very clean and beautiful. Much different from its appearance two years ago before going to Jakarta.

Mama Endah seemed to be smiling. In the past, Ossa had a rather dark complexion with a perfunctory appearance. Because, often also go to the pond following. Ignoring his prohibition to stay at home to study while nurturing his two younger siblings. And, Ossa always steals the time to see the pond when his sisters are asleep.

But, even though Ossa was not as beautiful as it is now, in fact it still captivated the hearts of the king of ponds as well as the shrimp and fish collectors. Mr. Karman's son, Gandy. Even then, Ossa was contested by Gandy and Indra. Indra is the son of Imam. People who are also quite influential in pond and village communities.

Ms. Endah came back crying unstoppably..