When My Wife Surrender

Toy Car

Two years he had not returned to his hometown, considering its location is quite far. If you want to go home requires a travel time of 15 hours by road and sea, coupled with the time he stayed, only the opportunity to take his annual leave for 12 days from the foreign citizen, he said, it was his chance to go home.

One year working as security at the airport, another year as a car showroom manager. The money she sends to Salma every month to her mother and son, who she says are being sent to a private elementary school, an elite school with a chemical lab facility and English lessons with a foreign teacher by Salma.

Surprise by going home without sending a letter. Some warm clothes for his mother, as well as medical devices that the ad says are good for parents, and a remote control car for his son become the souvenirs he carries.

Missing his smart Randy, the kid who always learns fast. And the mother who gave him affection from childhood. Perhaps it was good luck for her that Salma and her husband were willing to take care of the sick mother and her young son.

His face smiled, impatiently accepting his son's embrace, as well as Randy's chant about his new school. The only son she missed, she was already quite well established although not richer than Melani's current husband. Will Melani be willing to go back to him? Caring for Randy together like before, I don't know but he's been trying to fix everything.

Ships began to dock at the dock, followed by a trip by bus. Barely able to sleep, what two years of his disappearance would Randy hate him?

But most importantly, Salma and her husband take care of Randy affectionately. Perhaps Salma (sakha's sister) was already considered a mother by her son, considering from the letter Salma sent, her sister was very indulgent Randy. Even always force nuggets and fried chicken, only for Randy to eat voraciously.

Is his son fat now? Warijah, his elderly mother may be healthier with health products worth millions of rupiah that he bought as souvenirs. That's how he thought, until after descending on the terminal he began to ride the angkot that headed directly to his hometown.

Her tears flowed for some reason, the atmosphere was different. He's going to take his son and his mother to town, that's what's on his mind. Given that in the village there is no communication line other than letters, telephone cables have not entered the village.

A cellphone? It was an expensive communication tool that the upper class had. The signal is not in the village. There is no other means of communication other than letters.

Randy, mom... Sakha came home. she murmured in her heart, when the angkot stopped near the house of Warijah, her mother.

His eyes looked around, some parts of the house had been renovated. There is sand and sand in front of the house. Is it possible that her mother used the money she sent to renovate the house? I don't know...

Tok.dok...

"Mothers... Sakha's coming home, mom.." call her not to get an answer."Randy, I brought souvenirs..."

Sakha gave a rough sigh, is it possible that they are in Salma's house? Maybe yes, so excited he forgot his son and mother now live in the house of the sister.

However, his steps came to a halt, when the door opened. An unknown man was standing there,"Who is it? Sorry, who's looking?"

"I'm Sakha, is my mother Warijah the owner of this house inside?" sakha asked, thinking that maybe the man in front of her was just a guest of her mother.

"I'm Muklis, maybe you got the wrong address. This house belongs to me, I bought it a year ago." he replied.

A strange premonition was in his mind, Salma never said their mother's house was for sale. But maybe this is his mother's decision because she felt too comfortable living in Salma's house. That's what he's got in his arms.

"Yes, maybe my mom moved into my sister's house. Understandably I have not returned home for a long time," Sakha smiled, still trying not to think negatively,"Excuse me, sorry to have hooked," he said again carrying a suitcase and souvenirs for his mother and son.

However, the fire in the husk will not be able to be hidden. Sakha was stunned, about to step away towards Salma's house. But his steps stopped, his neighbor who was about to go to the field greeted him.

"Easter?" sakha smiled.

"How are the elites in their clothes? Why not go home for so long? Is your funeral buk Warijah not coming? Poor Randy took care of his own grandmother..." Mansur patted Sakha's shoulder.

Sakha was silent, her hands were trembling. A funeral? Her mother is dead? Lots of questions in his head.

"Mother's dead? When?" her tan with reddened eyes held back her cries.

"Sakha doesn't know? We talk on the porch to be more calm." said Mansur, guiding him to meet, at his home.

Mansur House is located on the left of Warijah house. Not so big, with the chicken let go, she began to sit on a small wooden chair there, leaning her head sobbing. The mother who took care of him, bribed him and his brothers had died? Why didn't Salma tell him everything?

Until a glass of warm tea brought by Mansur's wife, then Mansur sighed to talk.

"One year ago Ms. Warijah died." he said.

Sakha clenched her hands, her mother had been absent for a long time. He should have stayed in the village to take care of his mother, to be able to see until the last second of life the woman who had given birth and raised him. However, it's all too late.

"Did my mother die in the hospital?" ask her with a vibrating tone of voice. Remember when first sending tens of millions of money to Salma who sent Warijah letter had to undergo surgery.

Mansur shook his head, "The late buk Warijah died at his house. Gardening with Randy. Lucky there was Randy, during Randy's stay with your mother he was the one who often took care of Warijah's buk. Buk Warijah is old, sickly, none of his children are willing to care for, live with him,"

Sakha's hands clenched, her tears flowing uncontrollably. Disgusted son? Maybe that's who he is, leave Randy to his old mother. Mother who should be taken care of with her own hands. Letting his only son take care of him? Randy is smart and diligent, never complaining, but he is still too young.

Sakha began to get up, grabbing the suitcase and tote bag filled with souvenirs. Still think if Salma lied about her mother, it is not okay, soul mate, fortune, and death is the will of God. One thing he has to do now, pick up Randy who lives in Salma's house.

"I'm sorry, if you'd like to pick up Randy at Salma's. All the way to the grave with Randy's mother later."he said, wiping his tears, trying hard.

"Randy doesn't live in your sister's house. She was expelled a few weeks after your mother died. On the grounds that the inheritance house to be sold, must be divided equally with your other brothers. Randy left the village with just one backpack, "Mansur's words brought his steps to a standstill.

A tote bag containing health products for his mother and a toy car for his son fell.

The shadow of Randy wearing an elite private school uniform hugged him, greeted him in a smile, returned to play with him, the shadow slowly disappearing in his mind. Replaced with his son who went to carry a small backpack somewhere.

"Salma.." said Sakha clenched her hands full of disappointment.

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