The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

the atmosphere is getting cloudy

After three days of total rest, Budi felt saturated. He wants to get back to his activities. As well as looking for busyness to remove the shadow Adel for a while. For him, life must go on, even without Adel at his side. Even if it is heavy, but it must be lived. Moreover, Adel did not want to receive communication from him at all. All the lines of communication that go to him, from anyone or through anyone, he doesn't give access.

“Ngger, so early where are you going?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“You to watu sack first, mom. Check conditions workshop”

“Don't first, ngger. You are still not healthy actually” prevent bu Ratih.

“Iya, mass. If there is a nosy, Budi mas can be overwhelmed” said Putri.

Consider the opinions of his mother and sister. Indeed, he felt that he was not yet healthy enough to be able to fight. Especially in his head. Occasionally still appear dizzy and disturbed balance when walking.

“Yesterday mom also played there. Your employees can be trusted. They still work as you want, even if you do not ngawasin” said Mrs Ratih.

“Iya. mother is also no less interesting, from mbak Adel. Yesterday aja bule on the same wedge mom. Ha ha ha ha” sahut Princess.

“Oh, yes? can I chat?” ask Budi.

“Ya Princess is the one who bridges. They say mom is still beautiful, Mom. Continue to not believe anymore, if this Princess is her son mother. Ha ha ha ha ha”

“Emang mom is still beautiful” praise Budi.

“Ish, what the hell, anyway?” tukas ratih ma'am shy.

“Udah, anyway you do not go to watu sack first. Let me take care of you. I no longer have fish. You work in a factory, keep absent. Not good ngger, same sir Paul” advises bu Ratih.

“Good, Bu” replied Budi.

And, that's. This morning I went back to work. There was a commotion inside the factory. So many questions were asked of him.

Starting from the health condition, the chronology of events, to the truth of the gossip news about his relationship with Adelia Fitri that stretched.

Of the many questions, Budi is grateful, that there has been no gossip about the conspiracy. There has been no specific rumors to charge him for the accident case that befell Adel, and also the fire that befell the wood workshop Mr. Fajar. Budi trying to give answers in accordance with the portion.

Although actually his friends were not satisfied with the answer, but they eventually disbanded, and returned to their respective jobs. That's because Paul's out of his room.

Personally, Paul gave his support. And hope Budi can work as expected even though it is being plagued by strange problems. He replied, I will try my best.

Undeniably, this problem quite caught his attention. I don't know how many times he's been pensive at work. Also, I don't know how many times he was seen calling someone, writing a short message, and also aloof in the corners of the factory.

Luckily, there was Erika who always came to rebuke him. With just a touch, Budi understood with the intention of Erika's arrival.

Day two entered work, Budi still felt the same way. It looks even more stressful than before. Like stuff, he feels like a hanger. People are detained, but it is unclear when they will be tried. None of his calls have been received. Even Madina would not respond to her phone.

Info from the Princess, Madina did not want to get close to him anymore. Even though Madina didn't say anything to the others. In a sense, the other friends still consider that Madina with Princess is just an ordinary marahan. Which either tomorrow or when will definitely improve again.

On the third day of work, Budi increasingly stressed. This time it had already seen how he daydreamed more than focused. To the extent that Erika was annoyed by her making.

He was angry in front of a lot of people. Understandably, he was not angry, because he felt wrong.

But in the office, Erika apologized until she wanted to hug her feet. He must have rejected that attitude. He's the one who's sorry, because today he's fucked up. Erika mangosteen understands.

“It looks like you need to come back, Bud. Make it clear, what he wants! If he wants to case this problem, yes you have to be adepin with a male!” advice Erika.

“Iya, ibbak. Tonight I plan to go to her home”

“But be careful! I think they thought you would come. They must have taken care of security. Anyway, okay, yeah! don't be anarchist!”

“Oh. Yes, mbak. I try”

“You want them to pursue the law, be calm! I must have helpedin”

Be stunned to hear that sentence. Erika, whom he considered a teaser, is now willing to help him. Even after blatantly avoiding the woman.

“Emang mbak Rika still believe in me?” ask Budi.

“Kalo pak Paul aja still believe in you, what's the reason I made not believe in you?”

“Seeing is beleaving”

“What it looks like, not necessarily it's the real one. Rich phenomenon mirage in the middle of desert”

Budi was moved, until he did not realize his tears were sliding down his cheeks. Hurry him for those tears, because Farah suddenly entered the HRD room without knocking on the door first.

In the afternoon, after the Ashar prayer, Budi became increasingly upset. He had just received a message from the Princess, that Zulfikar had begun to shy away from him. He became guilty.

To eliminate the chaos of his mind, Budi decided to go to the cafeteria. He thought that a cup of coffee could calm his mind. He walked over while replying to a short message from the Princess.

BRAAKKK

“Astaghfirulloh”

Not paying attention to the road, he hit someone at a crossroads.

“Mba. Not calling papa?” ask me to panic.

He then carried the man he hit into the cafeteria. Someone helped him give him a chair.

“Waste no papa?” ask again.

Yes, an old woman, without any visible origin, knew to break the path Budi walked. The large mental energy is continuous to make the waste pushed back. The canteen guard was shocked and jumped closer to this waste.

“Ngak papa, ngger” answer the cessation.

“The leg is sprained, no?” ask me still panicking.

“Neg. Sick aja, kok. entar also healed”

“We go to the hospital yes, Mbah” take Budi while asking others to prepare a medical car.

“No need, ngger! Simbah ngak papa"

“Waste where is his home? I anter home, yes?”

“No need, mas Budi” sahut canteen keeper.

“Loh, why, Bu?” ask Budi.

“Let me aja. This is my mother. Earlier with my son” replied the canteen.

“Allohu Akbar's. I'm sorry, ma'am. I was whining again. Sorry me, mbah”

“No papa, ngger. All the will of the Almighty. We are just running destiny” replied the cesspit. Be silent.

“You're patient yes, ngger!” continue the seimbah.

“Loh. Who is sick, who is told to be patient, I?” ask Budi confused.

“Wash your mother's feet, ngger! Apologize to him! Drink a little water washing your mother's feet! Then use the rest for a shower. Wash it all over your body!” that word sewah.

“Insya Alloh, your body will be strong to face anything that blocks your path”

Budi gasp. It was like being able to read his mind. He was thinking about the worst case scenario. Suppose you have to fight against people who might be hired by Mr. Dawn.

“Life and death Budi, it is in the hands of Allah, Mbah” replied Budi.

“Ridhonya Gusti Alloh, depends Ridho your mother. You have already passed from your father's riddho. Don't miss your mother's ridho! Don't die without taking ridho from him!”

Budi. He did not think, how could this waste know that his father was dead? Maybe this solace is a guardian, so thought Budi.

“Sendiko dawuh, mbah” replied Budi. He was like a bow to his mother and his own symbol.

Paul, who had just arrived, asked what happened. The canteen explains the chronology. Without wasting time, Paul ordered Erika to prepare a car, to drive this waste home. After treatment first, of course.

As soon as the bell sign goes home, Budi immediately packed. No matter what Erika's eyes kept on watching her. He was allowed to go home with just a look in the eye, and a nod of the head.

Aldo and Riki were astonished.

Directly he buzzed his bongsor motorcycle towards the west of the city. Down the road to watu sack. The latest update, his mother is still in the wood workshop with the Princess. And right, that smaller matic motor is still there. But his mother is not seen in the gallery. There was only a princess standing guard.

“Where's mom, Put?” ask Budi.

“Again cook, mas”

The princess who was writing in the notebook, was surprised to hear her brother's greeting without greeting. He came closer and salim.

“Mas Glow to the back, yes?” pamit Budi's.

“What's up, mas? Mas Budi abis met mas Zul?” ask Princess.

“No, not yet” replied Budi.

“Terus?” ask the Princess again.

But Budi did not answer. He went straight to the back. The curious princess immediately locked the front door and went to the back.

From the balcony behind the gallery, Budi could see his mother was concocting spices accompanied by his wife Kang Supri. Apparently someone is visiting. Everyone saw his arrival.

Kang Mangil even greeted him. But his eyes that focused on his mother, made the greeting was missed. Makes the triples wonder.

They tried to ask the Princess with sign language, but the Princess claimed not to know.

“Assalamu’alaikum” greeting Budi to his mother.

“Wa’alaikum salam” replied bu Ratih and his wife kang supri together.

“What's up, ngger? Tensely tense? You're not fighting, are you?” ask Ratih ma'am in wonder.

“Can you interrupt the time for a minute, Mom? anyone want to talk to mother”

“Ya, by the way!”

“Can be up for a minute, Bu?”

“Oh. Yes. can” replied Mrs Ratih.

“Let me the nerusin, bu” said his wife kang Supri.

“Please yes, nduk!” said Mrs Ratih.

“Good, bu”

Mrs Ratihpun moved from her seat. He immediately climbed the stairs to Budi's room. But Budi instead went to the kitchen down first. He took out a plastic basin. He filled the basin with more than half of the water. Then he went up to his room. The curious princess, went up with a sneak.

“Kok bring all water, ngger?” ask the coach more astonished.

“Budi want to sungkem, bu” replied Budi. His eyes began to glaze over.

“Can Budi ask mom to sit first in that chair?”

“Oh. Ya” replied Ratih.

Still shrouded in confusion, Ratih's mother obeyed the wishes of her eldest son. He sat on a wooden chair, while Budi approached with the basin. He put the basin in front of his mother's feet.

“Bu. Budi ask permission to free the feet of ibu” said Budi. He said while looking down. His voice began to shake.

“Ngger, why are you? Why suddenly want to free mom's legs?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Ijin free, bu” pinta Budi again.

His hand had already touched the right leg of Ratih's mom, regardless of the question.

“Ya Alloh, jgger. You why the hell?” ask Mrs Ratih again, even though she did not get an answer, but Mrs Ratih still gave her legs to wash Budi.

“Bu. How ridho same mother Budi?” tanya Budi, while washing the soles of the feet of Ratih”

“Ya Alloh, jgger. You don't want to kidnap mom! Your question is exactly the same rich question your father” comments bu Ratih.

Budi did not answer. Only the sound of sobs began to echo in this room. Budi has no power to withstand the grief of all the trials that have come upon him. Cry broke. Her tears fell into the basin filled with water.

“How much ridho, bu?” ask again.

He raised his mother's feet parallel to his face. Then he kissed the back of the foot.

“Ngger, don't kiss! Riho's mom is really with you, ngger. You have boiled all your mischief first with achievement and also good ethics Luhur” replied bu Ratih. Still sobbing. Change the sole of the left foot, ma'am train him to wash.

“Budi apologize yes, Ma'am. Budi still bothers mom”

“Ngger. You should know. Even if you already have children, in the heart of your mother still Budi who used to be a fat mother. Ridho's mother repotin, ngger. That's mom's happiness. Mother is even sad if you even feel the taste of people. Seneng asked to help people. That means you are more comfortable with others than your own mother, replied Ratih.

“Ibuuu”

Budi increasingly powerless to resist his novelty. He hugged both of his mother's legs. Then crying in his lap, as he used to do when bullied his friends.

Long enough also Budi hugged the leg of Ratih's mother. And Ratih ma'am always patiently became a place where Budi poured out his feelings.

Patiently he elus-elus Budi head, while offering prayers for the good of his eldest son.

“Loh, loh, ngger?”

Bu Ratih was surprised when Budi pulled away from him, instead lifting the basin.

“Loh, that's dirty, ngger?”

Increasingly surprised, Batih, saw Budi drinking water from his foot wash earlier. But Budi did not pay attention. Some of the gulps had gone into his stomach. Then ask permission to go to the bathroom.

He ignored the eyes of his employees. Including the princess, who had come down again. There, Budi washed his body with that water. Starting from the hair, up to the tips of his toes. He made sure again, nothing was missed. Then he threw the rest away while standing up.