The Thorn in the Family

Homehouse

...‘’Why is there a problem?”....

The other night since the debate this morning at the dinner table, my mother again invited me to talk about this matter. Now there is only a nuclear family, I Ipul and mother because the Wanto package and family have returned to their home this afternoon.

The three of us gathered in the living room,

“Bu prihal this house, what should we do?”.

Dance opened the chat in the room.

“Entah son, I do not know what to do, this house has been your mother and father bought long before the sick, mother, it's just that there were no witnesses and no correspondence about this house”.

Mother thinks it will not be a problem later, after all this is actually also the mother's home. In the past when it was still the heyday of Mbah, Mbah also divided some of his property for pakde and paklek. For pakde mbah to give the land that is now his home, for paklek Wanto Mbah also provides considerable business capital when starting a business first.

I think there is no problem, mother also did not receive anything from the mbah so far, the rice fields that Pakde is currently also owned by the mbah and the rice fields are now cared for by the pakde. I'm not likely to ask because it's the main source of income for the family.

“Lantas we should how bu?”.

Mother please son, fight this house, this house has many memories from the beginning of small mother until now, this house is also the only legacy of your father who was bought directly by him on Mbah.

What kind of confused dance should I behave like? Because there is no strong evidence about the purchase of this house, even witnesses when buying and selling this house alone do not exist.

***

Offices

In the morning Tari had returned to Surabaya to return to work, today there was a meeting with several other division managers. The meeting starts at ten in the morning.

Along the way meeting this time the mind of Dance unfocused, drifting everywhere imagining about their home in the village.

Several other managers are submitting their monthly reports to the leadership.

“Manager research is encouraged to provide its report”.

“Manager research!!!”.

Dance was completely disregarding, her mind was completely muddled that morning.

One of the friends next to her nudged and gave her a code.

“Your turn tuh”.

“Astec”. Dance and not ready.

Realizing that, Randi paused the meeting that morning, because he knew that one of the members was not focused.

“Meeting will resume next week in the same hours and same space, please be on time and readiness”.

Everyone in the room was allowed to leave the room.

“Bethari wait!!.

“Iya pak”, felt his name called by the superior of Tari stopped his steps for a moment.

“Can if you are working focus on work only”.

Feeling the warning of Dari quickly bowing his head, this is the first time in history while working here Tari got reprimanded.

“Good sir I will try, I apologize for my negligence”.

“Come back to your room now and calm your mind”.

***

Mom's home.

The guest came along with the package to see the condition of the mother's house, they entered one room at a time and observed in detail the state of this house.

“How sir? Are you interested in this house?, this house consists of three bedrooms and one bathroom, has a living room that is large enough for family gatherings, and the house has a, in addition, the front page of the house is also spacious can be used to park several vehicles that there”.

Obviously pakde and bude on the guy.

While the person seemed to nod his head as if showing interest in the house.

“Prihal his letters how?”.

“The letters are complete sir, this house belongs to my parents, who happened to be gone”.

“Okay I am interested in this house, how much price do you offer?”.

“Not expensive sir, as long as the fast payment is settled”.

“I offer 250 million”. Bude voiced to open the price.

“May be less, but can't be many”.

Meanwhile, the mother who was behind was sitting limp, her legs unable to support her body weight. His heart was disappointed that the brother who was fought and slalu in martial now wronged him.

How can mas Dar sell the house that I bought before now mom crying nelangsa.

Mother had talked about this problem in Tari, just had not found a solution, because legally it is not strong, this house is still in the name of Mbah for her correspondence, he said, prihal witness when selling give this house also does not exist.

One week later, the pakde and the person came back to the house of Tari, this time with a pack of lurah and village secretaries along with the local RT, pak, do not forget Paklek Wanto was also present at that time.

Mom gasped when she received the uninvited guest, her hands were so trembling as she greeted one by one the people who came, her mouth locked only her eyes were glazed, she said, it was as if a gesture of his heart that was unable to be expressed with words.

Mom was so disappointed.

Disappointed with his brothers.

Sure enough as expected mother, this is a sale of her house, the house that was bought from her hard work with her husband is now sold by her own brother, her blood brother, and her family, the brother he took care of his heart.

Everyone had gathered in the living room, they were sitting so neatly, while mother asked permission to go back and make a drink. The atmosphere in the living room is full of laughter between pak lurah, pakde and prospective owners of this house.

But unfortunately this is different from the mother, the mother looked at the entire house with a cry, yes now her cry can not be contained anymore.

The buying and selling event began with a house buyer who happened to be named Pak Anto handed over a sum of money which was then received by the pakde, not to forget the village secretary took the moment as evidence in the future.

Mother never showed herself, still in the kitchen, occasionally her hands that began to wrinkle gently rubbed her cheeks wet with tears.

“Mar cepetan here, it's your turn to sign”’. Shouted sir so loudly.

Mother did not budge, there was no intention to get up from her seat.

Feeling neglected and slowing down the event, Bude took the initiative to pick up the mother who was behind.

“Come Mar, all just stay waiting for you”.

Silence has no answer from my mother.

Impatient with mom's attitude, bude grabbed mom's hand and dragged her towards the living room.

Now that mother had sat among them all, her stairs trembling with the ballpoint that was there for the signature of the letter, her eyes shed tears again.

“Stop!!!”.

Shouted a man who came suddenly.