Sulastri's Struggle.
Chapter 18
All of the Lastri family seemed relieved, after the doctor said that Mr. Suryo successfully visited his critical period for three days after the operation, and now he has been moved to the hospital room.
"Thank you, Nduk, you saved your father" said Santi, staring at Lastri in tears.
"It wasn't Lastri who saved Mr. Ma'am, it was God" Pastri replied.
"Sorry deck, I can not help you, honestly, I have a little savings, but for the cost of labor that is only two months away," Dwi felt guilty.
"Mbak Dwi. have been ah, do not think about anything, the important thing is we always pray, hopefully you can recover as usual, and Mbak Dwi will give birth smoothly," lastri's prayer then scooped his face with both palms, and was guaranteed by all.
"Now you go home first, rest Nduk" said Santi. Because Lastri for three days has not rested at all. He was the most eager to take care of this. Not only tired, but also his soul.
I know, Lastri hid her sad feelings to her mother and sister. "Tri go home son" mother repeated because Lastri's lips were clenched staring at the sad Mr. Suryo.
"But Ma'am" Lastri felt heavy leaving his father who was not fully aware even though he had passed the critical period.
"Mother is right deck, you should be the same Dwi go home first, let me and Mother accompany Father" suggested Eko.
Lastri then left the hospital he was about to go home, take a transport with Dwi. Arriving in the alley, Dwi was picked up by her husband Joko.
"You wait here Tri, then change Mas Joko to pick you up" said Dwi.
"No need to pick up Ma'am, I'm walking" Lastri left the bag to Mbak Dwi, who had been piggybacked by Joko.
Lastri then, on foot, from the highway to the house 8 km he traveled. Along the road Lastri was greeted by people who passed by asking about the condition of Mr. Suryo. Not a few are also insulting and dismissive.
"Eh, look. That's Lastri, right?" two women talking on the porch whispered.
"Oh yeah, we're reprimanding" asked one of them, then walked quickly to the side of the road.
"Yes pastri?" asked them simultaneously, staring at Lastri's appearance from top to bottom.
"Oh yes Ma'am, how are you" Lastri replied kindly as he reached out, but was not welcomed.
"Huh, you poor man, just have a doubt!" attack them.
"What do you mean, Mommy?" Lastri frowned cluelessly, the woman suddenly said spicyly.
"Tomorrow lectures, but at the end of the kitchen!" two women lastri class when Junior High used to insult him.
"In doubt! sok rejected Mr. Arman, who was obviously rich, handsome, another S2 graduate, but was left to leave!" the cerocos.
"Alaaah... What college?! definitely in Jakarta to be a woman of the night! hahaha.." Those two Lastri class brothers had already trampled on Lastri's pride too much.
"Excuse me" Lastri did not chim in, he considered only the spice in his life such derogatory words.
"Oh Allah, ease my path to success" he said in his heart.
Without getting tired, Lastri continued the journey, and finally he reached home. But actually can not be called a house but a hut.
Bamboo cubicle house, roof tile that is obsolete eaten time. Lastri looked at the old house, while praying, if later given by God a lot of sustenance will tidy up the house of his father and mother to be more worthy.
Lastri until the yard looks lonely, Mbak Dwi may go home to her in-laws because she lives there. His three sisters have not yet returned to school.
"Tri.. you've come home, son.." Aunt Lastri who lives next door delivers the keys to the house because Santi's mom always leaves it to him.
"So Lek, how's Lek doing?" Lastri kissed the hand of aunty Warni commonly called bulek.
"Now you enter first rest Tri" said Aunt Warni.
"Yes Lek" Lastri also entered the house the first he went to was a room. Lastri looked at the photo of Arman with herself. Prewedding photos are still attached to the triplex barrier between his room and Eko's mas room.
His heart was sad to remember that. But yes, everything must happen and must sincerely accept destiny.
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At night in Jakarta, it was pitch dark, heavy rain accompanied by thunderous thunder. Arman seemed to be single-handedly staring at the rainfall in the bedroom window but was nowhere to be seen. Because there is no luminaire that illuminates the lamp is completely dead
The lecturer and businessman, was holding back his longing, longing for Lastri, during the holiday up to almost two months he never met his beloved girl.
The rumbling sound of rain, breaking the silence of the night. Arman closed the window as the cold began to pierce the pores.
Arman groped for a mobile phone, after finding it he turned on the flashlight.
Arman tried to sleep. But his eyes felt dry. Lastri's shadow seemed to be dancing in plain sight. Arman covered his ears with a pillow so that the sound of thunder was not deafening.
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The next morning Arman ventured to come to the contract of Lastri, he had to accept the consequences if Lastri would be angry with him because he had been defiant to come to the contract. Though it was clear, that Lastri did not allow Arman to come. But Arman's longing overcame everything.
The silver car finally arrived in front of the farmhouse and Arman parked on the side of the road. Short-sleeved t-shirts and jeans, although it looks relaxed but does not diminish its authority.
"Assynoltom..." Arman said his greetings to the middle-aged mother who was drying clothes.
"Girishal"
Bu Yani put the clothes back that he had held into the bucket. "The search is ready?" tanya Bu Yani approached Arman.
"Is this really Lastri Bu's contract?" Arman asked politely.
"Rubber, who is this Mas?" bu Yani was astonished that people looking for the average Lastri looked as luxurious as the rich.
"My name is Arman Bu, the lecturer, does his Lastri exist?"
"Oh" Bu Yani. "Sadly, he was returning to the village"
"Go home, what's up, when's it coming back?" cecar Arman is flabbergasted.
"Three days ago Mas, his father in the village entered the hospital," said Bu Yani.
"Astagfirrullah's..." Arman felt crowded, it turned out that it was so hate of Lastri to him that there was a problem of this magnitude he was not told.
"Mas, Mas" called Bu Yani to look at the dreamy Arman.
"Oh, yes, ma'am, excuse me, thank you" without waiting for an answer, Ms. Yani. Arman got in the car.
His mind was completely muddled, why did it all seem to be conspiring with Lastri. It is impossible if Bayu, Dimas, and Dina do not know if Lastri came home alone.
Without waiting again, Arman immediately went home, ask the driver to deliver to the airport.
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