The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

father's relic box

“Interesting to listen. What will Zulfikar lakain” comment Budi.

“Mending we discuss first, about this house” invite the Cobra.

“Emh”

It sounds like remembering something. Everyone looked confused at him. Moreover, he instead circulated his gaze, like looking for something.

“Bu” Budi calling his mother.

“Ya?” sahut ma'am Ratih.

“Pakde Baskoro what's at home huh, bu?” ask Budi.

“Tadi no doubt. Sempet calls mom. Why, ngger?” answer to Ratih.

“Kalo his room father first, is it still vacant, bu?”

“Ya, no, lah. It is occupied by Fian” kangmasmu

“Oh. Nggeh. Thanks, bu” said Budi ended his question.

“What do you want, ngger?” change mama Ratih asked.

“Mau took the box father, bu” replied Budi.

“Ha?”

Bu Ratih was stunned to hear the answer from his son. But do not forbid when Budi turned back, back to face his colleagues.

“What do you have, Phia?” ask budi.

“I can't scan the shape of that house, mas. Just the American army, which has a satellite with radar that can penetrate concrete and soil” replied Sephia.

“But from electronic emissions, I can scan a lot of cctv, about a hundred soldiers at ground level, and there are many more underground. It was also only I could detect from the many differences in the voices of people who spoke. But everything is centered on one relay device. The same device that the satellite detected, when the bejo called out. But the position of the Bejo and his soldiers where, I can not detect” continued Sephia.

“Seratus above, more than one hundred underground” comments Budi.

“What is the house connected with the drug factory?” ask Erika.

“Ya” replied Erika, short but sure.

“You've been there?” ask again.

“Yes. But I'm still a big boy, mas. I'm just inget, the entry from the drug factory. Enter the elevator, feel down, there is a huge building, wider than the factory itself. Enter the elevator again, know-know already in the house” replied Erika.

“Means you still want dong, the layout of the house?” ask Cobra.

“Above the ground, yes. But the one underneath, I don't know”

“Try to describe!” pinta Budi's.

Erika described a sketch of the house, from the first floor, to the roof floor. The castle-style house was truly magnificent. As the word, four or five cluster houses lined up to be melted into one. He also explained in detail the characteristics in each room. Erika's information is converted into strategy by the Cobra. Be careful to watch.

“OK. Before we leave, I want to take something first” said Budi.

“Something, mas?” ask Erika.

“I also don't know what it's about. Father's relics, anyway. But I think it will be useful for us” replied Budi.

“Where, mas?”

“In my cesspit house. Not far, though. Back end sana”

“I temenin, yes?” tawar Erika's.

“Sori, Ka. Don't first. Mother is more entitled to nemenin I” reject Budi, smooth.

Erika stunned. He wondered about that something. But he thought, his name was the remains of an old man, maybe it was a family secret that no outsider should know.

“OK, mas” replied Erika relented.

“Please take care of Princess first, yes!” pinta Budi's.

“Pasti” replied Erika steady.

Budi invited his mother to go to the house of Mbah Ratmi. The house now occupied by the family. Because the symbol had died both.

“Loh. You guys are here? Is it safe?”

A tall man greeted the two.

“InsyaAlloh is safe, pakde” replied Budi.

“Ya wes, log in first!” said the man let them in.

“Eeh, Train. You don't papa, Tih?” a woman ran from behind and hugged Ratih's mother.

“No papa mbakyu, I'm fine aja” replied Mrs Ratih.

“Sorry yes Tih, we are not perfect nengokin Putri. His wife Fian also abis treated, miscarriage, yesterday”

“Yes, no papa. Many people who nemenin”

“Kalo so, we eat first yuk! I cooked a lot. Go Bud!” take the woman.

“Wah that attractive offer, bude Pipit. But sorry. I invited my mother here, because I want to take the box, which I used to entrust to the Fian” mas replied Budi.

“Box?” the one called Bude Pipit was confused.

“Oh. The rich suitcase, huh?” ask the fat man.

“Betul de Bas. Blue color” answer Blue.

“That, in Fian's room. Your father's room was”

“Can we take, mas Baskoro?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Emang what's in it, Tih? Rich seriously?” ask bude Pipit.

Mrs Ratih could not answer. He looked towards Budi.

“Deposito” reply Budi.

“Ha? deposit?” ask Ratih, surprised.

“Ha ha ha. Times. Budi also has never opened” replied Budi while grinning.

“Aduh aduh”

As a result, he got jeweled by Ratih's mom. His actions caused laughter.

“Ya. Login gih! The room is not locked, kok” said Mr. Baskoro.

“Ijin yes mas, mbak” sahut bu Ratih.

“Please” reply bude Pipit.

Bu Ratihpun invites Budi to enter the room of her ex-husband.room which was also a witness to her happiness in the newlyweds.

“Assalamu’alaikum, mas. How are you?”

He looked back, when he heard his mother say something inappropriate. And seen by her, the mother's cheeks were wet by her tears. Budi did not make a sound, as the mother circulated the view to all corners of the room.

Not much has changed. There is even one wedding photo still hanging on the wall. Maybe his nephew was lazy to take it. Too high to reach your hands.

Mrs Ratih holds the closet next to the entrance. There was a smile that expanded as her tears melted.

*It's still durable, this closet. The first closet I bought was Rouf. The struggle brought her home. Romantic in the end. Dapet massage from beloved husband*.

Madam Ratih smiled again as she opened the wardrobe. Although it is certainly not the same anymore.

The sweet memories of the honeymoon swirled in his mind. But a few sat later, Ratih's face returned sad.

Yes Alloh, mas. I feel guilty for sinning with you. I've been thinking about finding your replacement. Whereas during the lifetime, the thoughts are only me and our children.

Tears from Ratih melted again. Makes me feel sad. Budipun approached his mother.

“Father is sincere, bu”

Budi's voice shook his daydream. Especially when I hugged him from behind.

“What do you mean, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am.

But Budi did not answer. Replace him who is feeling sad. Although as strong as possible to hold it, but considering the struggle of his father during life must be quickly forgotten, making Budi's cry broke as well. Even if only the sound is heard.

“Ngger” call bu Ratih.

Budi still does not answer. Memories of his father's smile and laughter, when he met in another world this afternoon, made the sadness in his heart more and more.

Full sincerity, from a husband, who laughs when he is told, his wife will marry again. I feel like I haven't thought about it at all. And I don't know if he can do that or not.

“Bapak has been sincere ma'am, if mom wants to marry again” said Budi, a few moments later.

“You know where you are from, ngger?” tanya Ratih.

“So I met you, when Budi fainted. We chat a lot, bu” replied Budi.

Bu Ratih was surprised to hear Budi's answer.he did not know that his son had fainted. No one told him.

“One of them, Budi ngabarin father, if mother wants to marry again. And I laughed, Mom. It is precisely Budi who is sad, bu” replied Budi.

Madam Ratih was speechless. Although much he wanted to ask, but Budi's cry, made his guilt grow bigger.

“Sorry mommy yes, Ngger! Mother had forgotten herself. I don't think about your feelings”

“Neither ma'am, mama nah” sahut Budi fast.

Budi took off his embrace and hurriedly wiped his tears.

“Ngger?”

Mrs Ratih called back while she was body. Now they face each other.

“That's sorry, ma'am. Suddenly I was so sad. Budi, Budi, Budi is not as good as the father, ma'am. What, what, what, “

“Sst shh ssst. Ngger, it is! Don't drive! I'm not strong, ngger. I'm wrong, I ngaku salah” cut Ratih bu, while kissing Budi's hand.

“Mother is coming back, ngger. Mom will massage. If Budi has not been sincerely married mother again, mother will not marry again” continued bu Ratih.

Budi did not answer. He looked at his mother's face. Soon he slumped down and hugged his mother's leg.

“Mafin Budi, mom. Budi is not sincere. Budi is still heavy, bu” said Budi while sobbing.

There were tears falling on Budi's head, but he didn't feel them.

“Iya, jnger. Iya”

As strong as the energy of the mother Ratih held back his sadness. He doesn't want to look bad. He knew, Budi was making them, if he were in his father's position.

“Bibir Budi can say sincere, but in fact Budi still feels sad, bu”

Madam Ratih could not speak anymore. He was back in sadness. Her own crying could no longer be for her to resist. For a while, both of them shed their sadness.

“Ngger. You are awaited mbak Rika, you” reprimand bu Ratih.

“Oh, yes” reply Budi. He flinched and immediately inched off his mother's legs.

“It should be here anyway, bu” said Budi, referring to the box they were looking for.

And it turned out to be true. In the other closet, right on the bottom shelf, the blue suitcase-like box, Budi found. Just take the box out of the closet, and roll it out on the mattress.

When opened by Budi, the first thing seen is a photo album. Album containing photos of Mr. Rouf as a young man.

“Masya Alloh” comments from Ratih.