Woman
Episode 12: Sorry (1)
In front of a luxurious house with grayish wall paint, due to the shadow of the afternoon. Fira stood riled near the entrance, occasionally looking at the thin-sailing phone. Occasionally he breathes in annoyance. Fira was pacing around the house with Grace in a wheelchair, which was also very clearly visible to her line of worry.
“Dad, how about? Sefti hasn't come home since last night and today he hasn't come home either. Mother became worried ...,” he said in panic while menijiti the husband. “Where if Dad rest first, then mom who is waiting for Sefti, until she comes home!”
“Awas aja him! If Dad is completely healed, I want to teach Sefti!” a lesson he said in a weak voice scented with emotion.
“Dad don't get mad dong! Doctor said ‘kan father should not stress, so relax well do not be too emotional huh. I want, if later my paralysis becomes permanent?” said Fira trying to scare. “Gini, dad rest first yes …. Come!” he continued while turning the direction of the wheelchair.
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A few minutes later.
Suddenly the bell rang out, she paused for a moment the husband's wheelchair and quickly ran towards the door hoping that the princess would come.
When she opened the door, the mother found only a young man dressed casually delivering a teenage boy in a school uniform and a dark yellow blazer who was in an unconscious state.
“Gosh! Whoareyou? How come Sefti is like this? Haah?” ask her mother to panic.
“This aunt—”
Not finished the young man spoke, his mother immediately pulled the child who was in a state of semi-consciousness and said to the young man who drove him, “Aduh, thank you son .. had delivered Sefti home, he said, but how does this smell like this? Isn't this the smell of alcohol?”
“Iya ...! Equally aunt!” answer the boy. “Oh that? Look aunt, actually I also do not know if it turns out that Sefti has often drunk or something like that, I was just on the phone with his friends aunty to nganterin he came home, he said,” replied the young man while lowering his head, “So, actually I am also a bit surprised aunt and I really do not know anything,” continued the young man again.
“Oooh yes-iya! You are in 10th grade too, right? Same class as Sefti?” ask the mother again.
“Yes, auntie!” answer scratched his head.
“Ya thanks already ...," said his mother briefly while moving holding the doorknob,
“After aunt!” intercept the young man swiftly.
“What's up?”
“Neither aunt! Pardon me! Good night aunt. Assalamualaikum,” he said walking backwards step by step.
“Whose name are you? Can you help me take Sefti to his room?”
“Rian, auntie!” he answered aloud, and decided to help Sefti's mother immediately.
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The next morning, as the dawn was greeted by the warm sun, a soft voice accompanied by a knock was heard from behind the door of the room, Sefti even flinching as the voice called his name.
The woman he called 'Mother' opened the room door slowly, entering her room with a tray containing special fried rice and water made by himself. Then put it right on a small table in the middle of the room.
He opened the window curtain, a thick pink feel is very visible in this teenage room. Like being in the gummy world, with images of disney figures that also decorate the ceiling and corner of the room, making this High School girl's room look so spoiled.
As he was tidying up the room and opening the window curtain, a light sigh rang out from Sefti's mouth.
“Why?”
“Headache,” answers spoiled.
“Wake up! Mommy wants to talk.”
“But, Bun?” he bent the tiny body wrapped in a nightgown with a picture of a duck in a hat, while pulling the blanket.
Again Sefti silenced, his mother also decided to leave his room immediately while saying, “Mot-drunk again? Make sins!”
Hearing his mother's words, Sefti just kept silent without a word.
“From tomorrow, your pocket money will be cut and you can not use a driver to school! Understand you!” said his mother on her doorstep, “Street, walk!” her mother scolded her from behind the door.
***
A few nights after the incident stopped his personal access.
The family is gathering together to enjoy a dinner made by the mother in the dining room. Sefti is a slang child in the style of her princess, who is honestly very afraid of her parents, but so want to try and taste what it is like to live in a world without rules, look manyun.
Making people who are at the same time with him suddenly lose appetite in the delicious food made by the mother.
“Why you? How silent?” asked the mother in a flat tone, again there was no answer from her. His voice sounded weak to him.
“Sefti."
“Hah? What?” the answer was surprised to look confused.
“This you!” angry the mother while throwing napkins on the table towards Sefti. Sefti who was shocked immediately ran to the room and did not continue his dinner again.
“You why the hell bun? How do you keep getting angry? You can't do that, everyone please be asked nicely.” Father's fretting.
“Not a father! It's okay! But, I also use him all!” his mother answered while continuing to eat and feed the other little princess.
“Kok to be an angry father! You two are PMS again?”
“Don't keep him!” firmly mother.
“You yourself said, so that you do not need a lot of thoughts. Honestly, dad is also very upset with his behavior and behavior, besides dad does not manage him, but dad just—”
“But, it's not like dad will say whatever he does! Including, his mischief. Let Mother teach her,” cut off her mother.
“So you want to hang out in front of him? Didn't he? Well you see Sefti even so sulky that, there is a problem what the hell is between the two of you that I do not know, besides the problem of drunkenness at that time?”
“Not there! I don't have to keep him.”
“Then this is dad so more confused? Yesterday also dad was already Negur Sefti but again his own mother who forbid father, he said later sick father more severe laah. Well, why now even the angry mother is not clear?” said Sefti's father was a little upset with the behavior of his beloved women who are like lizards and mosquitoes.
“Yes already, mother just the same emotions Sefti attitude lately."
“He must be kapok, it has been more than 5 days by bus, pas-pasan pennies. So, we don't be too hard on him!” said Sefti's father advising the mother.
“Iya .. sorry!”
“Do not get angry in front of Series, dong. Father please!” continued his father in a defusing tone.
“Iya!”
“Hah! Worse, women series too. Father, biisa die stroke invaded beautiful women nih,” joked her father, trying to eliminate her mother's annoyance. At the same time also disguise the conflict that is happening from the front of the youngest.
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