Simiskin And Rich Woman

Flashbacks

"God, may nothing happen with Posa." Mary leaves prayers for the posa on the prayer mat.

After maria said the Ashar prayer she quickly changed clothes and headed to kemalioboro to look for the crowd, her heart was filled with sadness, the memories of him and Ashr were still swinging ngayun in the head that made him annoyed and in an irregular mood. He passed through the place posa used to paddle sustenance, there was only seen Pak jono who was standing while smoking his cigarette.

"Not yet to return." Maria said to herself as she passed by the parking lot.

Maria also parked her motorbike not far from there, she sat in a chair maliobor chair while looking at a woman whose face was similar to the face of the posta. "It's kind of like that mother with posa." He said softly while taking a cell phone in it.

Maria had just sat down, her stomach was ringing a sign that nothing else was produced in the body, "It's good to buy gudeg ni." Maria reached into her pocket to make sure she had brought the money. "Alhamdulillah." Maria also went straight to the place of selling mother's mother similar to posa, which was none other than her mother posa.

Mary looked in motion at the mother serving the seller until she looked back at the maria which made her look away.

"How much do you want to buy?"

"buy a serving of it, ma'am."

"Yes, son, just a minute" said the friendly post mother, while concocting her food.

"You're maria huh, posa's friend??"

Maria immediately remembered that the postal mother was selling dimaliobro and had also met before.

"Yes ma'am, I'm maria, posa's friend." Maria said kindly, while remembering the face of the mother of the posta. "Mom remember me?" Ask Mary gently so as not to offend the postal mother.

"Remember son, even though mother is old but still remembers." Posa's mother then laughed crisply while occasionally looking at Maria's face. "You know where ndak posa is?"

The question made maria kicep, she wanted to tell the truth but was afraid her mother was worried but if not telling the truth later she sinned. But finally maria tried to say honestly "tau ma'am, posa was still brawling, I saw her using buff and sajam went together with her theme."

Posa's mother immediately sighed heavily while saying "no kapok kapoknya the child made his mother worried."

"A lot of posa bawuran ma'am?"

"so often, son, until there are many wounds on his body." His mother told him about posa in front of the woman who slowly felt the land with her son. "He's like his father, he likes to fight."

A moment of silence, no discussion until maria ventured..."Now where's mom's husband?" Maria said ripe because she had wanted to ask about this to posa but there was no courage to convey it, until it was time.

Back flash.

"Mas alex ...!!!" Said the woman holding her baby entering the house.

"Isna, why are you here?" Alex also replied with a shocked face, while keeping his body from cheating on him.

"Mas ka _," she sighed deeply while holding back tears that she could not stand. "It looks like we can't be together anymore mas, there's no feeling I've been in my heart to you, I've been very tired of your attitude, disappointed me mas." Said a woman with a voice holding back tears staring intently at the man.

The little baby was later given the name posa al farabi by the grandfather of his mother.

"Well, if you want it that way."

Tears isna also fell on the baby's face, "huekkkkkk" crying baby made the atmosphere more inevitable. "Well, if you want it that way, let this little baby take care of me, we'll end this marriage." Say isna while moving away from the house.

"Isna, come on, we can still fix it." His hand is a strong pull "gold, he said you want to immediately divorce him so quickly marry me!!!" Isna again felt the pain that was so deep he was unable to hold back his tears again and he said "Thus already there is nothing to be repaired." "Have fun with you." Look sharp isna to the woman beside Alex, she shook her hand and left. "Suuutt, shut up, son, your father is evil, we're gone from this house." On the road there is no stopping is talking to the baby he carried.

At the house full of memories he began to take off one by one his photos, take care of his goods and the needs of the baby and go to his parents' house to calm down. 3 Hours of travel he went through with a deep pain, the desire to quickly get to the house of his parents-in-law he had to endure because of the transportation he rode lanmbat, until finally arriving at home isna his parents.

When he was immediately reviled by his parents and not one word was thrown except .."mah please let this child sit down first, I want to be alone in the room." Said to his mother.

Monday went to the room and pondered with dismay at her husband's actions, "why do I not believe my friend's words." He blames himself continuously while ************* his cradle. Isna still can't believe what she saw this afternoon. He took the phone from his bag he blocked the number of his husband he turned off the data and daydreamed again until ...There was a knock on the door, "Lady boy, open the door, you want to talk?", "don't you now well, tomorrow I tell you." After hearing the voice of the father and baby, his heart calmed down again.he then began to take ablution water and prayer isya to complain to his tuhanya.

"Son, your son give up on you first, pity don't stop crying." She woke up from sitting on her alphabet and went to her newborn baby a week ago. "Bring here yeah, let me give you some milk first." Say a short word to his father and then go back into his room. Even the tiny little baby stopped crying and went to sleep, isna still daydreaming while looking at her baby, "we want to live alone later." Saying isna powerless when seeing the fate of her baby later. "Don't be like your father."

The tiring day for isna is finally over, isna sleeps in her sleep with her eyes moist, her parents are sorry to see the only daughter she has betrothed to her friend's son. "It's already ma'am, it's gone." Said Isna's father."we'll talk again."

"Yes, um." Saying mother isna.