When My Wife Surrender

Money and Prayer

Heavy rain was still pouring down, a middle-aged man wrapped in the same blanket as a young beautiful woman. A sleeping woman, without a thread on her body. Until he slowly opened his eyes, staring at Sakha, the owner of one of the leading airlines and exporters company was silent.

Sakha got up from the bed grabbing her male yukata-shaped pajamas. Looking up at the trees in his yard.

"Sir, why don't we just get married? Our relationship, it's like this, after all the issue of heredity." the woman's words interrupted.

"Your money has been transferred, I don't want you to serve me anymore" he said firmly, still only glued to the window.

"Sir, you have no offspring, I can be a good wife to.." the young woman bowed in fear.

Prangs...

The glass filled with cold water broke into pieces. "Go!!" his yell.

The woman, who works as a flight attendant, picked up her clothes that splattered quickly. Get out of the room where the man was, put his clothes back on in the hallway, terrified at the anger of a Sakha.

"Homperage?" the middle-aged man's tears flowed, staring at the old photo, himself smiling with his mother and son. In his happiness who only stayed for 3 days in the village, after his divorce.

His fingers clenched in regretful cries.

***

20 Years ago...

Her marriage to Melani ended, she was unable to accept everything. Just because of treasure? Is that more important than him? Her tears are flowing."Father.." said his only son, staring at the bowed Sakha, in the living room of their rented house.

"Your mother doesn't want you. You'll be rich, and then everything will be back to how it was. You live with grandma in the village waiting for dad to come home from work huh!?" he said kneeling aligned his height with his only son.

The boy shook his head, crying as he pleased, "Randy goes with me, Randy is no longer naughty!! Randy promised, Randy loves me..."

Sakha clenched her hand, it must not be this way, she must be strong. Randy would just be a hindrance to him. Once he's rich, Melani will be back, their family will be as it was.

Until her tears are wiped away by her,"Randy!! You are a boy!! Keep your grandmother in the village!!" he snapped, walking into his son's room, forcefully stuffing his clothes into a large suitcase bag.

It's also for Randy's good, for Melani to come back. At least that was what he had in mind, stuffing all of his son's belongings into a suitcase bag. The downcast child cries as he pleases, blocking his father from putting his clothes in, not wanting to be separated from the father who loves him.

The wrong decision was taken, glancing at the child asleep on a bus that was speeding towards his hometown. "Your grandmother will be able to take care of you for a while, be patient, Randy, I'll pick you up later. Stay with your mother like you used to,"

Until the hut-like house is seen, the 80-year-old grandmother sometimes walks with a cane. Feeding his released pet chicken I let.

Sakha's hands should be headed in her mother's old age, she can make her mother happy. But now? He even quit flight school just to marry Melani, working odd jobs. End up abandoned for the richer man.

Even now he wants to trouble the mother again, leave his only son to the mother who lives alone.

Just three days he was there, chopping firewood, making kites for Randy. Playing with him takes up father and son time. He even guided his son down the hills with a towel on his shoulder, as well as a small bucket of soap and toothbrush. Shower together in the river.

The child who loves him, on his third day in his hometown, must be abandoned...

"Hold hold him!! I'll work in the city!!" he said he pushed his only son.

"Randy, already!! Your father has to go to work..." The grandmother helped her little granddaughter get up, hugging her tightly.

"Randy dear dad!! Don't leave!! Randy loves daddy!!" she cried out loud.

Her tears welled up in Sakha's eyes. Trying not to cry, clenching her hands, trying to shake off the love of her only son.

"Darling!? You love dad!? Then let daddy go!! You are a boy!! Don't just talk, baby!! But just being a bitch!!" snapped Sakha, emotionally wanting to leave immediately, struggling to get back, making her family whole again.

"Randy was a child, don't talk that way." The old woman who held his wand said, pity her granddaughter.

"Aagghh..fucking boy!!" the man screamed, still leaving with his suitcase. Didn't want her to turn back around to hug her son who was still covered in tears.

Randy's faint cries rang out from afar, along with Sakha's flowing tears. Clenching his hands, still leaving the child to pursue wealth and success, something he believes can restore his family intact as before.

I'm sorry, only that one word was stuck in her twisted lips. Three wonderful days spent with her only son and mother. Holding a promise in his heart to return to pick up Randy and his mother one day.

***

There are not many jobs that SMU graduates can live like him. A friend who works at the airport, helps him to be able to get a job as security.

What is most important in business? Relationship, that's where he knows a lot of people. Learning English more fluently, his experience in flying school made him more adaptable to the surrounding environment.

Until a friend who is a foreign national gives business opportunities to him. Given its difficulty to invest in a trusted place or own a business and land, in the country.

Opens a car showroom with Sakha as the manager. With the supervision of a foreign citizen. From there the turning point of his life which was only a SMU graduate. Has a lot of experience, made a teacher by him to rise again.

Until the letter was sent to Warijah, her birth mother, the grandmother who took care of her son. Through the address of one of his siblings, Salma who lives in one village with her mother. Remembering the illiterate Warijah.

Fill mail? Ask him about his only son, Randy. And asked his brother to send an account number, to send money for the living expenses of Randy and Warijah, the old mother. Remembering him who has not been able to go home, because the car showroom has only opened for a few months.

Reply to the letter he received a few weeks later, a reply covered with lies. Giving Salma's account number, she said Warijah was sick and that she was the only one who cared for her mother and Randy lived with her temporarily, being educated and given a good life. However, it also requires a large fee for the care of Warijah who is still in the hospital, as well as the needs of Randy's school are also many.

Hiding the truth, Warijah died a month ago, and Randy was kicked out of his grandmother's house with only 200,000 rupiah. Only because Salma and the other Sakha brothers, want the inheritance of a small house like a hut is sold, divided equally.

Sakha who knows nothing, trusts Salma. Sending him a lot of money, every month, to the mother who gave birth and raised him and his only son.

His lips smiled considering his son was able to return to school as long ago had a full family. Smart kid, who was always his pride.

"Sorry, I can only send money and prayers. May the mother be well soon." she murmured, wiping away her tears, looking at the photo of the mother and her son.

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