Lailatulqadar (Song of Missing For Fathers)
Chapter 24
By late afternoon Handoko had just returned home.
He stepped in and found his wife still looking relaxed while watching TV. Feeling surprised because usually this hour Mira is busy with sales.
"Non sales?" handoko asked while sitting on the sofa in the room.
"How do you want to sell? The money man is wearing with your nephew! " sad Mira glanced at her husband and went back to watching TV.
"Worn? Meanin?" Handoko doesn't understand.
"The capital is running out, said Laila, a pickpocket when I told her to go to the market. I don't know what he really is, I think he's just saying. He must have used his money to find his father!" mira's voice is heard to the kitchen where Laila is busy cooking on the orders of Mira he cooks as punishment because Laila has eliminated the capital money sales.
"Well, if the pickpocketing is a disaster, it's not Laila's fault. There's no way he's using the money, he's an honest kid." Handoko defended Laila because she thought Laila could not dare to use her aunt's money.
Instantly Laila emerges from the kitchen intending to explain everything to Handoko.
"So when Laila boarded the angkot, there was a man sitting next to Laila. And it looks like he's the one who's been picking up the groceries." Laila bowed deeply.
"Even if you are a pickaxe, that means you are careless! Gini so we can not sell, because of you we become difficult!" mira still blames.
"Sorry Bi, Laila also does not know that the person is a pickpocket" said Laila.
"Sorry, it's easy! You won't be able to change that money either, right? I'm making rezeky drag again!" maki Mira without feeling.
"Well, how do you say that? Laila has helped you a lot, she helped you make a takjil from the morning and then she sold. Yes, you want to ask for a change while you just use his energy he did not pay at all. Try to think, if for example using the energy of others you already have to pay more than your grocery money than in the help of Laila services that are not in return at all. I'm lucky that many of you, let alone your orders have exploded since Laila lived here!" handoko said that she did not want her nephew to continue being pushed.
"Well he helped me because he had to know who he was living with? Naturally he helped me work because he was the same Qadar his sister hitchhiking here! We give him food, shelter, if he doesn't have to pay! If you want it!" Mira starts to get emotional.
"So much he sells, he can profit, he gets money! The problem of my order to enslave it is rezekynya I have nothing to do with them! I'm the one at a disadvantage even he's the one at the defense!" furious Mira continues nyerocos.
"Rezeky who came to this house is the right for all the residents of this house. Not only is our family rezeky but there are also Qadar and Laila's rezekies in it! And work problems, Laila does not count on you, try if she works in a place where people maybe she already has the right salary and she can definitely replace your lost money! But now the problem is Laila has money from where to change your money, huh? Do not count as people" annoyed Handoko.
"Who's the calculation huh? You or me? O. I know he's your son, so you're better off than his own wife!"
"Mira Astagfirullah!" Handoko clenched her palms furiously but she would not dare to be rude to his wife.
"It's Uncle, Auntie. Don't quarrel! Forgive Laila." Lerai the young boy.
Mira looked at me smiling cynically. He's closing in on Laila.
"Aware that you're the cause of your Uncle and Aunt's housewarming? That's why the kid needs to know himself!" Mira pushes Laila's shoulder with her index finger.
Mira melengos into the room, while Laila is still pecking at the spot with a wounded and grieving heart.
"Don't listen to your aunt, you're not wrong!" Handoko said slowly.
Aldo and Qadar who had just come to play seemed to be watching the commotion in the doorway of the main hall. They did not dare to enter when they saw the adults fighting.
While Dita in the room indifferent. He was too busy with his own world. Only a device, a boyfriend, and a look are on his mind no matter what. Even if he joined the nimbrung at most just mengomporin his mother to hate Laila.
Laila immediately went back to her room. He kept thinking about how to avoid bothering his Uncle and Aunt again. He had to find a way to live alone with Qadar without relying on anyone else.
There was nothing else he could rely on, because his father just seemed to not want to recognize him. Let alone recognizing, just admit he does not want to! Laila seemed to be crashing in the ocean with waves surging waves that swayed her udders not necessarily the direction of the destination and had no direction.
Should he leave this house? Or stay put until he finds a way to survive with Qadar without bothering anyone else.
No crying came out of the girl's eyes. Her tears were dry and could no longer come out. Endless by the unrelenting suffering of his life since his mother died.
Whereas in the past when life was difficult with his mother he never felt this pain. It turns out that the family is the most valuable strength and treasure in this world, under the most difficult circumstances it will not feel this painful if faced with family.
Especially mother. Laila really misses the heroine in her life. A person who never complains even though suffering often hits him.
"Tell Laila Ma'am, how can Laila be like a mother!" Laila grabbed the photo of her mother stroking the glass of the photo gently, staring with a pushy look.
seriate,
