The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 54: The Form of Happiness ....

"Lastri wanted to say a few things to, Father. Lastri wants to make you happy."

Lastri lowered her head, tears soaking her pale cheeks.

"Lastri keeps some rupiah in Lastri's savings. Money set aside when Lastri worked first. The savings book was in a pocket with a zipper in the suitcase. You still keep that, right?"

Zulkifli nodded, unable to say anything.

"The father can ask the Bank to help the people to take care of it. Or Mas Zayan might be able to help. For the last time, I'm troubling you again, Mom." Lastri turned towards Zayan.

"No problem, Ma'am," said Zayan.

"Mother and father take care of health. Money is not how, maybe. But Lastri is sure, it can help Father and Mother. A tad. Lastri pamit, sir. Don't forget to always send prayers to Lastri and Lastri's son, sir."

"He's a boy, Nduk? Then I will make a small tombstone to put next to yours, Nduk. I'll give the boy a name too."

Lastri nodded then smiled in relief.

Tears were now beginning to wet Pastri's cheeks, he continued to nod. Happiness and sadness, mixed into one. He turned towards Nirwasita who was still listening to the events in front of him.

"Sir, let's go!" said the girl.

Zulkifli's cry broke, then he lowered his head deeply. He has not wanted to part with the daughter he has always missed. The man could say nothing more, until Lastri disappeared from his sight.

Zayan gently patted the back of the man's hand. Letting all of Zulkifli's emotions be ventured that afternoon. So did Nirwasita, he looked up to the man.

"Human love can sometimes be very torturous to man himself. However, at the same time, love is what makes them strong and strong" said Nirwasita.

It was dark when Zulkifli returned home. As usual, Mesha and his wife were asleep by the time he arrived. Slowly, the man looked for the suitcase that Lastri meant.

After a long search, Zulkifli found the suitcase was on top of an old closet where Sri kept her clothes and items. He took the suitcase. The object slid down, causing a loud thumping sound.

Mesha and Sri woke up together and immediately rushed towards the source of the sound.

"Mr? What's up?" sri asked when she saw Zulkifli cleaning up the items that had fallen when the suitcase fell.

Zulkifli's hand stopped when he heard Sri's voice. He looked, then sobbed. She was confused by her husband's behavior this time.

"Lastri, Mum. Pastry ...."

"What's wrong with him?"

"I've seen him."

Sri cried, she felt that her husband was getting confused because he missed his daughter too much.

"Aware of, Sir. Conscious! How could we possibly meet a dead person!"

"Yes, Mom. I didn't lie. Lastri said he kept the money here."

Zulkifli unzipped the suitcase. Before, he had absolutely no idea there was a small space there. He sobbed again when he actually found two savings books.

"Gusty of God, Nduk ...! Look, Mom, look! I'm not lying!"

Both parents turned their backs when they saw the nominal money on the paper. For others, that amount of money may not be much. However, for Sri and Zulkifli, it is not a small amount.

Mesha came out of the kitchen with two glasses of water. His chest tightened when he saw the two people before him. After the two calmed down, he stretched out the two glasses.

"Sir, Mum. Drink first, this."

Sri looked at the bankbook in her hand. He was moved, it turns out the love of the princess is very big for him. He regretted that he could not strengthen the girl. He was disappointed that he could not prevent his daughter's departure. Especially with the grandchildren in the womb.

"Mom, Lastri's boy. I want to make a pilgrimage to his grave tomorrow, and I want to make a little headstone for Lastri's son."

"Whose name do you want?"

"Good, sir."

Then, the two old men roared back. Mesha looked at them from the corner of the room. He does not want to interfere with their family problems.

"Sorry, Nduk Ndi, you so look at us like this." Sri turned to Mesha who was still standing in the corner of the room.

"It's okay, Mom. Then I'll take another break, sir, Mom."

The husbands nodded simultaneously.

Mesha laid down his body, he sighed. This incident made him miss his parents very much. However, he did not dare to go home. She can only pray, may her parents always be healthy.

The sun was already shining as Mesha came out, walking with Sri towards the stall. The middle-aged woman's face still looked haggard. Because I cried all night.

"Let me take care of the shop, ma'am. You sit down and accompany me."

"Kok, what, Nduk? That's my house, when I was in it just watching other people work hard."

"Mom looks less healthy."

"Ndak, really. It's because I cried all the time last night."

Mesha rubbed Sri's shoulders gently. Trying to encourage this woman.

As promised, Zayan escorted Zulkifli to the Bank where Lastri's savings were kept. Previously, the man in a sweet way had told what conditions Zulkifli needed to bring.

After successfully going through all the processes. Zulkifli still could not believe the thick brown envelope he had in his hand.

"Too dangerous to carry that much cash, Mr. Zul. I'll drive you home, okay?"

"What's that ndak't bother sampean?"

"Not at all, sir."

Zayan walks side by side with Zulkifli after getting off the bus at a stop. The two of them chatted casually. Zulkifli waved as he passed a stall. He saw Sri in front. The woman returned her hand.

"That's Mr Zul's wife?"

"Yes, Mas. We have small businesses to support our daily life."

"Feeding stalls, sir?"

"Yes, Mas. Food stalls are simple."

Zayan looked at the wooden house in front of him. It was worse than his Mbahkung house.

"This is where we live, Mom. My wife and son are in the shop. So, the house is empty."

"Kids? I think, Mr. Zul only has one daughter, Ms. Lastri."

Zulkifli smile.

"Oh, that's .. There's a girl we think is like a child of her own, Mas. Ever since he came, we haven't felt lonely again."

"Oh, so. But, sir, is it safe to keep the money at home?"

"This ugly house, who would have thought there was money?" Zulkifli.

Zayan was waiting in front of the house. Look around. Then he caught a pale-faced male figure in all-black clothes, far opposite him.

"That figure .. I'm like I've seen it. But where is it?" muttered.

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