
A week after the birth of his son, Andi and his wife held their son's aqiqahan celebration. All the neighbors and relatives came at that time. But no one's parents came.
When he saw the aunt was chatting with other guests, Andi immediately approached and invited a conversation together
"Ono opo?" (what's up)? ask the aunt when they are a little away from people
"*My dad's mom is a teko yo bik? I'm ki isin karo bojo kambek kertuoku, kat bojoku arep lahiran nganti dino iki yo ra teko-teko ki"
("my dad's mom didn't come? I am ashamed of my wife and in-laws, of my wife giving birth to this day, who did not show up)
"Well, you've called rong le, mbokan ra weroh" (Well, you've called my son, you probably don't know)
"Saw bik, bar lahiran not calling sak urunge lahiran yo not calling, wingi yo not calling neh" ("has bi, after my birth call, before my birth ya call, before the birth I call, I called you again yesterday")
"Yo sing patient, maybe afternoon teapot" ("yes patient, maybe later afternoon until*")
By noon after eating, the neighbors who helped cook and the family of Andi in Merasi began to return to their homes. Andi immediately took her son from Indah's lap and observed his son's face.
Beautiful looking at her husband, she knew that the mood of the husband was not okay. Patted Andi's shoulder as if giving support. Andi lowered her head as if holding back tears.
"I'm not papa, brother, let them not come. Even without them, our show goes on"
"But I am ashamed of my mother" Andi replied in a stifled voice.
Beautiful smile bitterly and throw heavy breaths.
"Insha Allah my family understands" he replied.
After the Isya prayer, the celebration began. When mc began to read the arrangement of the event and the group hadroh Albarzanzi had started to open his Albarzanzi book, the entourage of Andi's parents came.
They nodded respectfully to the invited guests who were the majority of the fathers as they passed by.
Mr. Hermawan immediately sat next to Mr. Ahmad while extending his hands together. Ahmad immediately welcomed his hand. There was also Rudi, her husband Laras and her husband Indra Ningsih joined also with other invited guests sitting in the tent.
While the man was sitting in the tent, Ms. Mira along with her three daughters and two grandchildren entered the house.
Bu Siti who knew the iron came immediately to greet him. They shake hands with each other and cipika cipiki full of family.
Ms. Siti nodded and let them sit down.
"Oh, where are you?" Dimas, Ningsih's son whines.
"Ohh, the adek in the room will soon be in the same car as the money made in the marhaban right" replied Siti
After the haircut, Andi carried his son to join his mother and sister. Mbak Ningsih immediately grabbed Dinda, and held her. Dimas was so enthusiastic to see his little sister, immediately kissed her with anxiety.
"Kok just came this evening anyway mbak?" ask Andi
"You don't know your father" replied Ningsih
Nina followed the menoel-noel cheeks of her nephew, Laras did not budge as well as the mother. They're both just so funny. Lovely just watched them all while smiling wryly.
After the event, the guests ate and started going home one by one. Only the nuclear family remains. It looks like Mira is starting to get ready to clean her bag.
"Will you and your mom go home?" ask Andi
The mother nodded and stood up.
"Nginep nah buk, the time is not waiting for his grandson goods an hour" continued Andi
"The palm oil is not finished, you know how many packages of palm your father, many" he said arrogantly
Mr. Mother Indah looked at each other, as well as his other brother.
"Already, let's go home" he asked the others.
Soon they shake hands with the iron. Ningsih and Nina hug Andi and Lovely. The two also unceasingly admired their pounding.
Andi could do nothing but release his family home with an unpleasant face.
Disappointed, it was obvious that disappointment was on his face.
His office friends who other people come, give gifts for his son, this is his own parents, let alone gifts, touch his son just do not want. Andi was crying in her heart. While Indah increasingly harbored pain in her heart for the actions of her in-laws.