SCENARIO FROM GOD
The Part 32
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" Alhamdulillah finally arrived. "the word Bayu said hamdallah.
" Yes, now I am at home. So you want to go home or stop by first? " ask Syahira just a stale base, actually he did not expect that Bayu will stop by.
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" Don't have to be Ra already afternoon because, I want to go home immediately" said Bayu.
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" Oh that's it, be careful on the road if that's it. "
" Yes Ra thanks for ngingetin, if that's why I went home, Assalamu'alaikum. "
" Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah "
Feels Bayu has slowly moved away Syahira was moving into the house.
Assalamu'alaikum "greetings of Shahira but no answer at all.
" like mas Pras has not come home yet." muttered Syahira and then went up the stairs to his room.
Arriving in Syahira's room immediately put his bag and passed to the bathroom to clean himself. All day working to make his body sticky by sweat. Twenty minutes passed Syahira came out of the bathroom with a face that was fresher than before, the fatigue that had been reaching him had begun to decrease a little.
Now it's time for a break, Syahira gets in her basket and starts playing her phone. Syahira long enough to scroll the screen hpnya, looking through social media accounts that are rarely opened. But suddenly he remembered the words of Nunik when he was blinded earlier, it made him disturbed and made him have a thought that whether he was really his father's son or not.
" Oaharrggghh!!!!! Dizziness, I don't know. "he shouted while shuffling his hair frustrated thinking about what the truth, until he was tired and finally fell asleep.
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' PRANG' heard the sound of shards, making Syahira disturbed in his sleep. Slowly he opened his eyes, then spread his gaze around and looked for where the source of the sound had come from. But he did not see anything falling in his room.
" Maybe it's just a dream" said Syahira and went back to sleep.
Just as Shahira was about to close her eyes, suddenly a loud noise was heard from outside.
" WHAT DID YOU DO!! " shouted Pras.
Hearing her brother scream Syahira also rushed out of his room to the source of the voice.
On the last steps Syahira suddenly stopped, he was surprised to see the scenery in front of him. His house was a mess, all electronic items suddenly disappeared immediately only remaining cabinets, sofas and items that do not have a selling price.
' What's going on? ' his mind.
" WHY DID YOU COME TO HEART TO DO THIS TO US SIR, WHAT IS OUR FAULT TO YOU ALL THIS TIME. WE DON'T ALWAYS GIVE YOU MONEY! "
Hearing his brother scream, making Syahira distract him from the one who had been observing the surroundings to be fixed on his brother and father who looked at each other with burning emotions.
" Why, anyway, all the stuff was bought with the money I gave to your mother first so I deserve to sell it. " said Unang who seemed to not care about the anger shown Pras.
' my antique urn. ' said Syhaira in heart.
" Tell him who he is not even giving money "
" What father mean? "
" I asked him for money this afternoon, but he didn't give it and lied to me that the money was used. Yes already, forced to sell the goods that are here." said Unang lightly.
" What! You want money? Mr. Syahira it is not a lie, the money is already exhausted because it has to pay the debt to the leech. Did you borrow money? Then where's the money? Even the father often asked us for money, but why do you keep borrowing and even told the loan shark to collect his debt here. " Pras said with emotions that still surround him.
" What's why? It is your duty to serve me. Some of my wife and I need money, because you give her too little, I borrowed it. About the goods sold, you can not blame the father, who asked not to give money to the father. And you do not need to be angry, especially Syahira, yes just think of it as a debt because you have raised it. "
" This father." - furious Pras and prepared to throw a blow to his father.
" What? You gonna hit me? Heh! Really no thank you. "
" ENOUGH!!!! Mas Pras stopped. "suddenly shouted Syahira, making Pras avert his eyes.
" Ara, since when were you there? "
Syahira ignored her brother's question, her mouth was silent. Then he walked closer to the man and his father. Syahira let go of Pras' hand which had been clutching the collar of his father's shirt, then stood before his father replacing Pras.
" Return all the goods sir, especially the urn." said Syahira coldly.
" For what? All of that stuff I've sold. " replied Unang indifferent.
" Ara doesn't want to know, give me all that stuff back. Why do you have the heart to sell all the things that many of his memories about mother, why sir, why? " cry Syahira.
" So still asking? of course because...."
" What's the matter, sir, hmm? Is it because the mother is not important, Syahira is also not, or because of the form of return. Sir, we are the father's son, Syahira is the father's son, is it appropriate for the father to ask for revenge for his efforts to care for the child? Isn't it an obligation, taking care of children is an obligation of every parent but why the father becomes a calculation like this. "cut Shahira.
" Where was the old Shahira, who was gentle, affectionate and never counted on anything, which sir? Where is that Shahira? " he continued, half screaming, his patience was exhausted, he was fed up with every word his father said.
" One more thing, why do you always attach importance to the new wife of the matre father? You come here every week asking for money just to fulfill his wishes, if not fulfilled then the father's wife will be furious. So when you do not get money from me or mas Pras the father also sells goods in this house. Why the hell the father still has to defend him, why do not you just divorce with the matre woman. "
' PLAKKK!! ' a slap landed smoothly on Shahira's cheek, it was so hard that it left a red mark, and it made it so contrasting because of Syahira's white skin. Pras was surprised to see it, he did not think his father would do that to his sister.
" SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! you do not have the right to insult your father's wife. "said unang yell, his face was red with emotion.
" Why is it, sir? Isn't that the truth. Why are you still defending him? " sahira said with her hand holding her cheek in pain from the slap.
" Because she is my wife, I definitely defended her. "
" Yes he's the father's wife, but Syahira is also the father's son. Can't you also understand what Syahira and mas Pras want, can't you just once not defend him? " Sahira was tired, he shed everything in his heart today.
" NO! I can't do it, because you, you're NOT MY SON!!. " said unang while pointing at Shahira.
' JLEGERRR ' .
Like lightning striking, the word unang made Syahira surprised and unexpected. Suddenly what Nunik said last afternoon and the current unang statement felt mutually unpretentious in his head.
' is he really your father? '
' you are not my son '
' is he really your father? '
Both questions kept repeating in Syahira's mind, it was difficult for him to accept the reality.
" No! this is impossible "Sahira walking backwards while shaking her head, not accepting the reality she just heard. Tears were no longer stifled, seeing his sister who was crying sobbing Pras immediately approached and then hugged him.
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