STEVA'S PASSION

PAST TIMES

The destination they would go to was quite far, it took at least a three-hour trip, a village located on the outskirts of the city, there were hills and mountains, there were, but also a stretch of beach near the main highway.

There were two places Steva wanted to visit, the first was the mother's grave, then he wanted to go to an area near the train station, Razz was already very suspicious, he said, he figured that it was possible that Steva would run away and escape later there. But Razz still asserted that he would take Steva to the suburbs near the train station, Razz did not show any suspicion of Steva, after all, Razz also strongly believes in his professional guards.

Steva carries a bouquet of Lily flowers in her hand that she holds, Razz carries a container containing various kinds of flower petals in her right hand, while her left hand she puts in her pants pocket.

Mother Steva's grave is in a hilly area, it is a heritage land from her grandfather, in addition to the mother's grave, there is also a meal Steva's grandfather, grandmother, and great-grandfather.

A very unkempt tomb. Because it is not in a paid funeral.

Steva was unable to shed tears when she reached the grave of her mother, Steva put a bouquet of flowers near her navel, then she stroked a tombstone bearing the name of her father's complete mother, son of her father, date of birth, date of death.

Steva cleans first the weeds that grow around, even not infrequently he was hit by thorns because this is in the plains of hills.

"Let it go, I'll send someone to clean up and take care of this place," prevent Razz from holding Steva's bloody hand, but Steva is no quarrel at all, he just silently endured the thorn pain of the wild plant, and Steva cried behind his glasses, Razz immediately carried Steva's body in an embrace.

"I came with someone, mom. A very handsome guy, nice, and he's also rich, hahaha!" Steva tried to laugh even though she sounded bitter. Razz just kept listening.

"His name is Mr. Razz, mother. He is my husband, your son-in-law, and I love him so much" Steva took a breath before she continued her sentence, Steva's chest felt so tight. He lost his mother when he was very young, and it happened because of a tragedy. Right in front of his eyes. Fortunately Steva was a strong child, so no trauma overshadowed her life.

"Mom always said, if all men were the same, women's lives would be ruined because of them, mother always told me, not to relate to them, because men would only make a woman's life sad, because men would only make a woman's life sad, down and suffering,"

Razz frowned, he could not believe there was a mother who would give advice to his daughter like that, but after remembering Steva's father, Razz could understand, surely his mother's life suffered greatly from male drunkard intercourse, a gambler, and also rude like that.

"For some time, I felt that what you said was true, women were just toys for men. Weak women, and more powerful men. Even I've been hurt so many times, mother, but I don't want to give up, I don't want to be the same as you,"

Razz stared intently at Steva who kept crying while talking to her mother's belly button.

Now Razz knew how his wife could be so strong living a life that seemed to play tricks on him, he had learned from his mother's life, he said, and Razz really regretted being one of the men who hurt him even though he accidentally.

"I don't know what my next life will be like, Mom. Even now, I can't be proud of you and say if what you say is all wrong, but I promise you, I will never give up, I will always fight. I don't want to give up like you, you've ended your own life, left me with the heart. Making me suffer even more just living with dad, why don't you just hang on? Why don't you fight? And let me fight alone? Are you happy now? Hiks hyks hyks," Steva's body is further shaken by the sobs of her sobbing, Razz embraces Steva's shoulder, giving her calm.

There were emotions, anger, sadness, and disappointment in every sentence Steva spoke.

"I'm sorry, because I blame you, but I always pray for you, mom. May God forgive all sins and accept you in his lap!"

"Mother,,,,!" small Steva yelled shrill but almost inaudible because muffled by the sound of the locomotive horn of a train that was speeding very fast.

Steva immediately embraced Razz's body tightly when suddenly the bad memories were as loud as imagined and the scream was buzzing in his ear.

Razz did not understand, but he welcomed Steva's embrace and he hugged her warmly, stroking Steva's back to make her calmer, a hug that Steva did like a grip of fear, let alone Steva's vibrating body, Razz believes there must be something behind Steva's attitude. But he would shut up and wait for the right time to ask and talk about it later.

The car Tan was driving parked in the station parking area, and from there, Steva, Razz and Tan were walking, down the suburban area near the station, on the left are some shops that provide snacks, a variety of drinks, cigarettes, crackers, and others.

In front of him were several railway tracks lined up as a train track in the opposite direction.

Steva smiled when her net found the person she wanted to meet. He runs small and Razz gets nervous thinking Steva will run away from him.

"Stev's?" razz's yelling grabbed Steva's hand..

"Where are you going?" ask Razz when they stop running.

"I want to get to the man" Steva replied pointing to an old man sitting near the head of a food stall.

An old man with a thick white beard, shabby clothes, an unkempt body, he had thick hair that was also bleached, his skin was wrinkled, and his eyes were misty white, a stick was in his left hand. He was not a beggar, but it was not uncommon for passers-by to throw him coins, and the old man simply smiled in response.

'*Who is he*?' Razz is very curious, but he lets Steva do what she wants.

Steva slowly crouched down in front of the old man, and Razz stood behind him, Tan standing guard.

The old grandfather looked up and opened his closed eyes as he sensed the presence of someone before him.

"Grandfather? How are you?" ask Steva lirih.

"Who are you?" The grandfather replied to Steva's question with a question.

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