Temporary Husband

Farhan's attitude

At the police station

A middle-aged mother sits in a prisoner's waiting chair accompanied by her daughter. He intends to visit his son who is serving his sentence in this prison. Fitri, her daughter clasped her mother's hand tightly while smiling to strengthen the woman who had given birth to her. He felt his mother's change of attitude after returning home from Reyhan the other day. She was so grateful that she was not being so bad and softer now.

Not long ago, they saw a male figure that they really missed and awaited since. Behind him was a guard delivering with a complete arsenal. The two of them immediately stood up leaving the long stool they had been sitting on since.

The middle-aged woman stared sadly at the man wearing an orange-colored shirt bearing the words PRISONER. Even with his sister, he felt very sorry for everything that happened with his brother.

Without warning, his mother approached Farhan. Welcoming her with a longing hug as well as a loving warm embrace. The woman was caught in the arms of her poor son.

"Why are you crying?" lirih Farhan was full of chest compressions. He also has no power to hold clear circles that are jostling want to come out. The woman continued to cry speechlessly, her throat choked and her tongue twisted. He could not say what he was feeling right now. His feelings were very broken and disappointed, but the rice had already become porridge. Whether you like it or not, everything should be acceptable.

"Have you not cried, will Farhan soon be out of here?" he said while releasing his mother's embrace. He saw the sad look of his sister who could only look at him with all the sadness that filled the recesses of his soul.

The middle-aged woman let go of her embrace, erasing roughly the trail of tears that drenched her face. Her net looked sadly at her son's body which looked increasingly thin unkempt.

"Farhan, we'd better sit down first" he asked as he led his son to sit on the long bench that was there.

According to Farhan, he landed his buttocks on a long brown bench that was opposite his sister.

"What's healthy, right?" asked his sister with a pitiful look.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm fine," he said, adding a smile. His sister only nodded in disbelief, because the reality he saw was the opposite. Her brother's body looks very thin and his face looks pale, his hair began to extend unkempt without a comb and hair oil that.

"Why is your body so thin now?" ask the mother who is now sitting next to her daughter. He looked sadly at his son who was sitting opposite to him.

"Farhan's okay, ma'am. Just a little unwell." she replied with origin.

"But son, you're like you're sick."

"It's okay, just a regular cheer. Farhan will be out of here any minute. It will definitely heal faster later." he said with a cheerful tone full of hope. The mother and sister simply threw regretful gazes at each other.

"Farhan," called his mother softly and carefully.

"Yes, Mom. What was? I managed to persuade Amora to get Farhan out of here, didn't I?" asked the man expectantly so as to make the woman before him feel even more overcrowded.

It even felt like he wanted to run away from there so as not to see the disappointed face of the child. He felt unable to say the fact that he failed and indeed Farhan should serve his sentence until it was completed.

"I-mom ..." His throat was choked, like a thorn in his throat. Sticking on the neck firmly so that when pulled it will hurt. It hurts, it leaves, it hurts more.

The gentle rubbing on his left shoulder made him turn his head, looking at his nodding daughter while smiling bracingly. He smiled faintly as he nodded to be strong.

"Farhan, I'm sorry." It's almost inaudible. The expectant face in front of him suddenly turned into shock and cold. The look in his eyes emitted a deep disappointment. He looked at his mother in silence, hiding the smile that had been so wide he showed.

"Don't answer it, for Farhan already knows exactly what the answer is." said the man with a cold gaze, piercing to the bottom of the abyss. Tore apart a heart that had indeed fallen formless. Adding to the destruction of hope that originally loomed high.

"Farhan," she shrieked in a choked voice.

"Mom failed, didn't you?" guess Farhan with a cynical smile.

"Mother failed to persuade them to get Farhan out of here. It's okay, because actually Farhan already knows the answer. You can never be trusted like Mom in general. From the past until now I couldn't be expected." she said harshly. He rested his body on the back of the chair in the back.

As it slashed, Mother's weak heart was sliced with pain. Adding to the increasingly gaping wounds caused a very severe pain.

"Sister, watch brother talk. It's not appropriate for you to say something bad to Mom!" Fitri the sister tried to warn, he was not willing if his brother was disrespectful to parents who were willing to sacrifice their lives when giving birth to him.

"That's it. The little boy just shut up! Don't interfere in adult affairs!" sergeant Farhan was upset. He glanced at his sister. The one in the face only clenched a strong hand full of anger and resentment that controlled themselves.

"Why always consider Fitri a child? Is not the behavior of a brother more than a child? It can only be troublesome." he said. The pity and sadness that had originally reached him now just went out, disappearing somewhere. There was only a sense of being annoyed half to death.

"You're getting bolder! No manners at all with older people!" farhan said angrily.

"Didn't my sister start? Brother alone is being very disrespectful to Mother who has given birth and raised brother. Then why should Fitri be polite to the brother who is always troublesome?" reply with rage. Hearing his sister's words made Farhan even more angry and made him stand on the table.

"So you're talking little boy! You have no right to criticize what I do! Never dare to teach someone older than you!" farhan said not to accept.

"Farhan, Fitri's gone. It's at the police station, so keep your attitude and don't always fight!" Ask her mother in frustration. Too much of a burden of thought that he felt, thus adding to the wrinkles on his face. Not to mention he who has never been to the salon since Amora has not been his daughter-in-law. He just takes care of himself.

"Sister started, Mom. Fitri doesn't accept that you're being disrespectful to me."

"Already, Son. Don't make things worse, please shut up for a moment. I want to have a serious talk with your sister." Said his mother softly. Fitri nodded finally, he was forced to shut up and relented because he did not want to make the mother more stressed and sad over all the situations that occurred.

"What do you want to say? Don't say anything if it's just bad news" Farhan said, sitting back down.

"Farhan, why are you saying that?" ask the woman sadly.

"Then? Farhan should behave how? What should Farhan say?"

"Does Farhan have to praise Mother for her failure? Do I have to be appreciative because I failed to get Farhan out of here? Ah or Farhan must salto for Mom to be happy?" with a cynical look.

"No congratulations on a FAILURE!" He deliberately emphasized the word failure when speaking.

"Run your punishment" his mother softly said. What his mother said made Farhan laugh.

"What punishment? I'm not guilty!" elbow with a horrible smile. Even Fitri to the point of shuddering was horrified to realize her brother's different side.