The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

the neighbor's talk is messed up

This afternoon, Madam Ratih came home early. Today Mrs Ratih got more windfall. He bought a two-stove washing machine. It is intended that the power of the Princess is not too forced to do homework. So that the Princess can focus more on learning and preparing for her schoolwork.

But such an idea does not apply to Bu Kusno and his cronies. All that is in their minds and minds is a feeling of dislike. They immediately gathered and pretended to wonder when Ratih and Putri arrived at the house along with the washing machine's car.

“Wuussis. There is no Rouf, even richer aja lu” exclaimed bu Kusno. He was standing on the street in front of Ratih's house.

“Iya, mom. Just yesterday I went to the hospital, now I have a washing machine. Where is money from?” saut bu RT.

“Iya. It's not payday anymore. Wow, must have a cemceman, the Ratih” said the mothers next to him.

“Yes, help fund, lah. He received help from his company. Yes no, Tih?” sahut ma'am Kusno.

“Turn in, sir! My son is again planning a place” pinta bu Ratih to the store employee who brought his washing machine, regardless of Kusno's mom.

“Good bu” replied both employees of the store.

Mrs Ratih was about to leave, following the steps of the two store employees. But suddenly someone pulled his right hand, until his body jerked back to its original place.

“Hey, hey, hey. Went where? Just here! it's a washing machine, no one takes care of it. You are here first!” ledek bu Kusno.

But the coach was silent and did not answer. He just stood up, looked into Kusno's eyes with a flat look, but showed courage. While his hands are crossed.

“What price is it?” ask bu RT. Mrs Ratih did not answer.

“Ya, enough with the same boss Budi” said bu Kusno.

“Ow, which boss is bu?” ask the other mothers.

“Ih, you're not really gaul, anyway. That, the rich bule”

“Oh, whose car is BMW?”

“It. Rich people right?”

“Oh, panties. Eh mothers, horrified, latest news! the Ratih has a new wave, nih. Wuuh, the rich, the mothers. Once a date, the washing machine came out” said the mothers had shouted spread slander.but he did not realize something.

“Don't on ngiri ya! tomorrow two-door refrigerator down, nih” suhut Bu Kusno.

“Not yet gini”

*Paques plaque*

Friend Bu Kusno had put his palms together, then the back he tapped like clapping, but with the fingertips still fused. A symbol for the husband-wife scene.

“What's down again, Yuli?” tanya ma'am Kusno's pumping.

“Mobil, Miss Kusno. Must be car. Rich people”

“Ha ha ha ha”

They laughed off. They don't realize anything at all.

“Pssstt”

I heard someone calling with a hiss. They stopped laughing. Yuli and Miss Kusno looked over.

*PLAAAKKK*

A loud slap landed right on his lemes lips. So loud, Yuli bounced, floated in the air, and landed a few meters back.

“Budi?”

*Print, crate, kreeek*

There was a crackling sound from Budi's bones. He deliberately made that sound, and walked over to Yuli. The young mother looked frightened to see Budi approaching her.

“Bud, what do you want?”

*WUUUSS*

“AAA”

Bu Kusno screamed in surprise as Budi raised his head, as if he was going to pit him against the head of Kusno's mother. But it didn't happen. Budi stopped him exactly a few mili from jidat bu Kusno. His sharp gaze intimidated that Budenya.

“Bu RT, let's run, bu!” bring Yuli. His face is now covered in blood.

“Yul, Ms. Kusno, Yul”

“Running, mom!”

Yuli no longer cares about Kusno. He's running down the ridge.

“Wait Yul!”

Ms. RT also ran away, following Yuli's footsteps. Left behind Kusno's mother who was still silent in fear.

The eyes of the mind are reddened like a trance. His teeth were cracking with anger. Once again, Miss Kusno issued her insult, the history is over.

“Udah, ngger! There's your pack here” scolded Bu Ratih.

For a while, Budi did not heed the reprimand. He didn't shift his wave of quasi-quarter goods.

“Ngger, ”!<TAG1> reprimand bu Ratih again.

His voice was soft, as he drew closer to Budi, and he slowly pulled the hardened, stiffened arm of his son.

“Pak, toolog me, sir! I want to be harmed Budi, pak”

Ms. Kusno whined for help from her husband. While Mr. Kusno himself just silence and shake his head.

“Ngger!”

The third time, Mrs Ratih reprimanded her eldest child. And that is a concern for Budi. He began to retreat slowly, though not at all releasing his gaze from the eyes of Ms. Kusno.

“Pak, your wife wants to be wretched, how come?” asked Ms. Kusno in an annoyed tone to her husband.

“Kalo still want to congratulations, go home! And never make it because of the same Ratih again!” sahut pak Kusno.

“You are really-real, yes” comments bu Kusno, furious. His voice was still soft, because he was still scared.

“Once again you make because of the same Ratih, I will never forbid Budi to do anything he wants”

“You want to see your wife is wretched, sir? Ha?”

“Yourselves who seek wretched”

“Bener, really you, sir. What macem husband, you?”

“Kalo do not like, just go home to the mountain!” answer sir Kusno.

Ms. Kusno left still angry. Some people who saw laughter saw the end of the drama. Some even cheered him. Making Kusno's mom even more tearing.

“We go home first, mas! Not good to see residents” take bu Ratih.

“Ya” replied Mr. Kusno agreed.

On the porch of the house, the Princess is seen standing while holding back tears. He immediately ran to meet his mother. Her tears broke in her mother's arms.

“This washing machine is from arisan, ma'am. Why do they say rich, Mom? What's our fault, the same them?” ask the Princess in her tears.

“Nothing, nothing wrong, really, the same with you. Pakde the wrong” sahut pak Kusno.

The princess was surprised to hear that answer.her cries suddenly stopped. He stared confusedly at his uncle.

“Pakde request maf, yes. Budemu has made such a rich slander. Princess can, nampar pakde. Here!” continued Mr. Kusno.

Princesses stunned. He looked at his mother, asking for an opinion. Mrs ratih shakes her head. He disagreed with what the princess thought.

The princess ran, entered the house.

The two shopkeepers who were carrying washing machines were confused by the drama that suddenly appeared in their dean. as if trapped, they could not immediately leave.

“Sorry, Mrs Ratih. The installation is done. We want to immediately pamit” said one of them.

“Oh, astaghfirulloh, yes. I made tea first, yes!” tawar bu Ratih's.

“Thanks, Mrs Ratih. But there is still something we must anterin again” replied the other.

“Oh, is that it? okay, thank you, sir? Jazakumullohu khoir” says bu Ratih.

“Amiin. Both Mrs Ratih” answered them.

They walked straight out of the yard. Then they drove their car out of the village.

Inside the house, Budi still looks very emotional. But he held her back, out of respect for his uncle.

Many times Mr. Kusno apologized. And Budi just gave a nod. It was too heavy for him, accepting the accusation that mother had dated a factory boss, just for the sake of getting trivial items. Which in fact, it was the fruit of the mother's labor for the past half a year.

Mr. Kusno increasingly felt ashamed of his sister's family. In order to calm Budi's heart, Mr. Kusno promised once again, what he had promised his wife, earlier. Again, Budi just nodded while forcing himself to smile. Then Mr. Kusno said goodbye to go home.

After the departure of Mr. Kusno, Budi immediately closed the front door. He faced his mother, then walked squatting towards the place where his mother was sitting. She salami her mother, and she kisses her hand.

Like when Eid al-Fitr, he cried so much in the lap of his beloved mother. His heart was broken, his heart broke to see his mother being made fun of to such an extent.

Suppose it was a man, Budi has sworn in his heart, will destroy all involved. To hell with what he'll face the next day.

“Huwannuru yahdil kha irina dziyau... “

The phone rings. Signaling there's an incoming call. But Budi didn't heed it. He still refused to get out of his seat.

Mrs Ratih knows who called, Adel. But he also refused to move. Even if he can reach it. He also lives in sadness. In his heart he commented, if being a widow, it turns out to be more of a temptation, than being the wife of a man without.

“Huwannuru yahdil kha irina dziyau... “

The phone rings again. Still with the same caller. But Budi still doesn't care. His heart was still not relieved from the anger earlier. But it's different with Ratih's mom. He came to attention with a cell phone lying on the table. Maybe something important about Adel.

“Ngger, pick up the phone first! Who knows important” bu Ratih's orders.

Two seconds later, the sound of qiroatil qur’an from the big mosque, was heard roaring. Indicates that the magrib prayer time is no more than half an hour away. Be aware, if he must immediately prepare to worship.

“Budi take a shower first, Bu” says Budi. He stood up

and go straight to the back. Left his phone at the front desk.

“Huwannuru yahdil kha irina dziyau... “

Worried that something is important, Mrs Ratih took the initiative to save her. So it can be delivered to Budi, if there is something very important.

“Abram darling. Still busy, huh? Tata phone sample dicuekin” greet the person across the phone.

*Abram? Tata's? This is Adel's voice, how do you say Tata*?

“Bram, darling?” call again. Madam Train sudden emotion.

“Who are you talking to?” asked Bu Ratih in a rather high tone.

“Eh, Ibu” says Adel shocked.

*TUUUT*

The phone connection was turned off by Mrs Ratih. Seen he climbed apitam, hearing the voice spoiled Adel, who did not mention the name of Budi, his son.

*Bas with the rich, it's so easy to make a show. Yesterday was crying, moved. Seneng could be the same as my son. Now he's spoiled for each other. Don't realize, what, who did he call? You rich man. Vetaaan*.

Madam Ratih left the living room, and went straight into her room.

*DAAAARR*

He slammed the door of his room very hard. The Princess was surprised. So too with Budi. He came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He went to the middle room, where the loud noise had come from.

“What's up, Put?” ask Budi.

“Ndon't know, mas. Suddenly my mother slammed the door” replied the Princess.

“There are guests, are you?”

“Neither, if guests, anyway. On the phone, I think there was, just now"

“From who?"

“Ndon't know. But I think I picked up the phone Budi deh mas. You see the sound from earlier tuh, hapenya mas Budi, not have ibu”

*Tok tock*

“Bu. This is the same Princess Budi, ma'am. can we enter?” ask Budi, There is no answer from inside the room. The daughter and daughter looked at each other.

*Tok tock*

“Bu, we're in, yes?” ask Budi, there is no answer.

*Chinese, krieeeett*

“Bu, mother why?” ask Budi slowly.

It looks like Ratih's mom is sitting in front of her dresser. With face covered by hands. She cried.

“Bu?” reprimand Budi.he gently touched his mother's shoulder.

“DON'T ADEL DEKET-DECKER AGAIN!” exclaimed Bu Ratih accompanied by a hard slap to his dressing table. Makes Budi and Princess surprised.

“Mother, patience, mom! I want magrib. Istrighfar, mom!” pinta Budi slowly.

She confusedly looked at her mother's eyes in the reflection of the makeup mirror. Highlight the eyes of anger that her mother had never shown before.

“Submit mother said! Don't go near Adel anymore! He's not good for you”

This time, Ratih turned around, and looked directly at Budi's eyes. It was as if he saw a reflection of himself on his mother's face.

Wasn't that the look of his anger? But he was angry that someone insulted his mother. But the look was on his mother's face. What has made him angry?

“Mother, Istighfar first, ma'am! I want maghrib. Many demons passed by. Redam was mom, angry. Continue later abis maghrib!” pinta Budi's.

“Mother has never been this angry, ngger. Just like you, I don't care if you're insulted. But I really do not accept, if the children of mothers who played with his heart” replied Bu Ratih.

I don't understand what his mother meant. Who played with his heart? She's taking a shower. Finished not yet. He looked towards the princess. What he got instead was the Princess' fear of her mother's anger.

“He called you, nyapa mesra with a spoiled tone. But what he's calling isn't your name, ngger. He even mentioned the name of another guy” continued Mrs Ratih. The tone is still high.

“Shortly! Adel called Budi, then take a shower, mother picked up her phone? Keep Adel spoiled, but nyebit another guy's name? Who's he calling, ma'am?’"tanya Budi sort the chronology of the incident.

“Why do you still want to know the name he called? Is there still less humiliation that he loves you, ngger?” jakak bu Ratih penu emotions.

“Yes, from where can Budi know right and wrong, if there are still unanswered questions?”

“BRAM. ABRAM. HE CALLED THE NAME ABRAM, NGGER. NOT BUDI” yells ma'am Ratih. His frustration had really peaked.

“Allohu akbar, mother” comments Budi. he smiled at his mother's answer.

“What are you sane about, ngger? So crazy, are you the same? By the way, I already mentioned the name of the guy, you are still smiling, grinning, crying-cangles” asked his mother still upset.

“Mother, calm down first, ma'am misunderstand” replied Budi.

“Misunderstand how? Do you think my ears are budeg, ngger?”

“Not that, ma'am. I sit down, nggeh! Budi lebisin”

Budi turning the seat of his mother's dressing table. He was postulated in such a way, so that his mother could sit with her current position.

“Mother..”

Budi began his explanation by resting at his mother's feet. Like in the living room.

“That name, is dear call Adel to Budi” replied Budi.

“What?” ask the surprised Madam.

“Iya. So, yesterday it was, Budi same Adel, again nyari call dear, which is different from most people. If the call is the same dik, it's normal, ma'am. Adel wants a special call. But he himself had no idea. Yes already, Budi ajin aja Budi idea. Budi has a pair of names, which no couple has ever used. That name, Abram and Armata”

“Abram and Armata?” ask Mrs Ratih.

“Iya. Abram, referring to Budi. Well, Armata, referring to Adel. Because there are three syllables, Adel is troubled. That's why he chose the abbreviation, Tata. And abram, shortened to bram. Bram and Tata. Bram it, mas. Ta it, deck. Abram that, kangmas. The army, adek”

“Astaghfirulloh, ngger” exciting bu Ratih.

He covered his face with his palm. He felt ashamed to have thought badly of Adel, without asking first.

For a while, Mom cried. He felt guilty for bringing down baseless accusations. And the accusation is gravely wrong.

“Please callin mbak Adel, dong! I want to apologize” pinta bu Ratih.

Just as Budi was about to pick up his phone, Adel called again. He gave his cell phone to his mother.

And then there was a conversation about apologizing to each other. With tears, Ratih admitted his mistake, and repeatedly apologized to Adel.

On the other hand, Adel is the same. She was crying too. He was still frightened from shock, hearing the anger of Ratih's mother that made him terrible.

In the end, they both forgive each other. They finally laughed when they realized their loss. Who misunderstood because of the call of love that has not been officially notified.

“Bram” call Adel, after Budi separated from his mother and sister.

“Ya, why, ta?” ask Budi.

“I swear, my feet are still shaking, bram. Still feel scared”

“Allohu Akbar's. The ideal son-in-law, this is sih” Goda Budi.

“Alhamdulillah, amin” comments Adel.

“Oh yes, bram. Tonight, you have an event, don't you?” continued Adel.

“Em, not yet, anyway. But you're performing, right?”

“Iya. precisely that, earlier that, the caller, because want to ask for help with abram”

“Oh, what's up?”

“Motor tata broken, bram”

“Loh, how can you? Abis tumbled?” ask Budi worried.

“Neg. Dipake abis sodara. Falling into the fields. Engine's dead. Not yet diluted in Benerin”

“Ya Alloh, what person is it?”

“Yes no papa, anyway. Just a mud bath. Ha ha”

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thank goodness I'm not papa. Continue, want to be delivered at what time?” ask directly at the core.

“Jam seven, bram. Can not?”

“Insya Alloh, can”

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thanks yes, bram”

“Iya, equally. Don't be afraid dong!”

“Oath, never been a gini-rich scare, bram”

“Fear not so taken ghost huh?”

“Iya. He he”

“Yes, abram wants to continue bathing. Maghrib” pamit budi.

“Loh, further? Meaning?”

“Yes, I took a shower again. Keep on being shocked by mom slamming the door. Yes abram out”

“Pake towel doang?”

“Iya, lah. Hence, this unpleasant, free hanging nothing megangin. He he”

“Sini, tata holdin!” adel Goda.

“Mauu”

“Huu, ngarep. Not yet time, abram” replied Adel.

They finally broke their conversation. And Budi, back to continue the afternoon shower.