Story Halwa And Zalwa

Past Times

"Here, mother's money. I used to wear it, from Halwa the retardant, right?" shouted Hussein's father.

"Well, I want to use it for real effort right, Mom's not a problem, but money from our son. I want to add to the Hajj repayment. Dad don't wear all yes, Zia our son has been in the country for years now. Don't wear it to the Leaves ..." Ama Anih was silent, not continuing when the husband's gaze was like a knife.

"Mother, don't be confused. Dad's business is again bankrupt, the second house has been sold. I want to wear it, for Mira's place to live. I'm sincere, don't be stingy!"

"But yeah, Heuumph .. okay. But please give a little. Mom also ran out, for monthly shopping two months ago. I drained my savings six months ago that I love. Please think about me too!"

"Mom, you can be independent. Selling cake? anyway. Zalwa is good, Her husband Eros is good again. You asked for your son-in-law, and this card. I'll save maybe Zia will send again. Don't fuss, don't complain. If the father's efforts return, definitely in exchange do not count the same husband!"

Ama Anieh is too patient. But she did not mind if her husband really used for business capital. But if it's for the second wife, and her stepson who is clear she's sure she's not the son of her husband.

"Istighfar's chant came out from Ama Anieh's lips with a tasbih on her finger. Make it clear to me, Rob." hung back on the couch.

While Halwa who wants to deliver food deliberately wants to make a surprise, behind the back door of the house. He is not in Eros, because of an impromptu meeting at the office. So that past the direction of the backyard road, accidentally staring again the feud between Father and Mother.

'Dad, you're so good to mom. Why because of the third person, Ama was full of burden. Her smile is fake, Zia my sister. If you know, if Ama turns out not to realize you sent the money, brother is very embarrassed to not be able to do anything. Ama Pegi's dream hajj, but Dad again always defended Mira, Dad's young wife.' wipe away tears on the cheek.

TLIIING .. TLIG. Halwa's phone rings while staring at a message from the Eros mass. Before long his shoulders were patted by his mother.

"Wa, you're naughty. Just stay quiet at home?" the smile of the mother.

"That's okay, really. Ama lives in Zalwa's house. Why do I keep hiding my sadness. Shouldn't Ama's children know, and should know?"

Zalwa speaking to his mother. He'll call his real name. But when not with his mother, he will again use the name Halwa. It was despite the burden to Zalwa, but he still survived because of his promise with his sister. Also already loved, whether he will be a brother who does not know himself or.., whether..,

"Honey. Ama ga what. Remember, you and your sister are Ama's spirit. You are still the best child, who will never hurt Ama." Zalwa's tight-hearted embrace the mother.

"Mom, if mass Eros knows everything. What if Zalwa doesn't want to take off Eros' mass. Is Zalwa greedy and ignorant of himself?" sad He is still hugging fashion.

"Good boy, you guys are so obvious. But Ama, Ama your mother never once did not know your disposition. You believe in Halwa, she your sister will never lie. It's just, Ama wants to meet. So that the child does not sulk let alone fear getting married. Not all men are like Dad. Ama's got you two enough."

That made Zalwa nod, then invite into the house. There is no such painful feeling when two things Zalwa fears. Seeing his mother always crying because of Daddy's attitude, and afraid that Eros's mass changed like Dad. When he knew everything, he felt stupid. Because the Eros dowry is right to redeem Dad's debt. If he had not been stuck from the beginning to follow his sister's will. Perhaps at this time, this lie was not getting wider and was difficult to reveal.

'Hopefully everything will not happen, at least let my son be born to get the love of his father. Mas Eros is a good man, and a man loyal to his family. He could not have bad qualities like Dad.' Zalwa thought when he smiled, taking his mother's lunch at home.

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Zia who was limp and fainted, she was tired of thinking a lot. And forgetting to eat, made the Goddess her best friend worried.

"Thanks, you care about me. Dew!" zia's smile as she slowly gulps down Zia's favorite madura porridge.

"Where am I not panicking, obviously. If you're rich, there's a problem?" ask Goddess.

"Nothing. There really isn't a goddess zeyeenk."

"Bell, don't lie to me. Honestly, it doesn't have to be closed. If it's still swearing from me, our olshop disperse!" threatening Goddess.

"God. Sohib I, if not really bad menganjam. I'm honest, I'm really surprised. When I met Sandi lo still inget right, she said Halwa and mas Eros from the hospital. They live in the area here. I can't keep quiet, Dew, I guess they all moved to Jogja."

"Jeez, keep having problems. Can you avoid Zia?"

"It's not that easy ceu odah, it's still one neighborhood. This capital city between the north and west is not far away. I worked at Evan about what, and what Eros mas graduates. I'm sure he's an engineer. I need to find a new contract. Make this house, too close to the hospital from ka Halwa check often. I'm afraid I don't want to ruin my brother's relationship. Because of my appearance, will hurt the people I love." explained Zia.

Dewi felt touched, so frozen his best friend's heart because of the figure of his father. But he was willing to make sacrifices, willing to make both women valuable in his life. That is, the brother and the mother did not suffer because of the actions of Father, although Zia was disappointed in Ama's decision to always hold on to Dad. That is why he chose to go and wander to ask his sister to marry the Eros mas and always keep Ama should not be far if they buy a house, should be near Ama. Zalwa must visit often.

"Zia, what's so dumb?"

"Hah, it's Dew. Why?"

"There's a guest, I don't know about it. Really lo see gih, or would I say you're sick can't be disturbed?"

Zia fell silent, she had no man other than Randi who knew where she was currently living.

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