Retaliation for the Mother
uncle has no heart

"Uncle?" Alfi asked while standing back up.

"Where's your mom?" Ask uncle Alfi.

"Make another break, what's the matter uncle?" Ask Alfi in a flat tone.

"I told you yes. Never again have you used my bike. Look now, my bike Jim aka is dead. It's because you used to take him." Obviously Anto with a cynical tone.

"I don't want to know anyway. You have to compensate my motorbike" continued Anto.

"Sorry uncle. I brought my uncle's motorcycle because uncle asked for it. And we have to pay every time we wear it. So if uncle's motor is damaged it has nothing to do with us. And one more uncle, I always carry my uncle's bike carefully" replied Alfi boldly.

"Based on your little boy yes. You have dared to fight me. New also in the scholarship love is already arrogant you. Basic do not know thank you" Anto snapped. Shortly after, Anto left Alfi's house.

Wati stroked her chest from inside the house. It is impossible that Wati did not hear the feud between her husband's son and brother.

'Mas, look at your brother. After your departure she's getting along with me and our son. The bike was not entirely his. There is a right of our son there' Inner Wati so he terngungu.

(Flashback)

"Nto I can borrow your money no. I'm going to buy a bike for Alfie. You see, my money is not enough" explained Angga, Alfi's late father.

"My money is about 3 million Bg. If you want us to share just buy the motorbike. Half my money and half my money. We use the bike to change Bg. How can you not?" Ask Anto.

"For now, I don't really need a bike. So you can wear it completely. But yes later if I want to wear it once can be yes" persuaded Anto.

Angga thought for a moment, there is no harm in also sharing with anto. They are both siblings too. Without Angga know that Anto is a very short-sighted person his thoughts.

"Yes, I agree. When do we check the motor nto. Don't be long yes, later my money hunt used up." Said Angga while returning to his house.

"Where are you from?" Ask Wati.

"From Anto's house deck. Mas intend to buy the Alfi motorbike, so mas want to share with Anto. Otherwise we won't get his deck" Angga explained.

"Alfi is still a child. For now, we do not need a motor. The money we can save first until we can buy a motorbike on our own behalf" suggested Wati.

"But the deck, you know our lives are very mediocre. If there is a motor mas can ngojek for additional income." Angga said giving understanding.

"Yes, I've just sorted it out. Hopefully in the future there is no trumpet about the bike" said Wati gave up.

"Owh yeah, Alfi where's the deck?" Ask Angga.

"Our son was sleeping, and he had eaten." Wati flicked the curtains of the room that was already very shabby. Inside there was a small Alfi sleeping soundly.

"Yes, get me a meal. The stomach of the mas is also hungry" pinta Angga with spoiled.

A few years later.

"Mas, don't stay with me. Aaaaa maaasssss" cried Wati broke, seeing her husband was already stretched stiff in the middle of his house.

"It's mbak, you're patient huh. Since Angga's departure" one of the neighbors calmed Wati down.

"Maaaaasssss, please answer me maaasss. Hikss" Wati betambuk terngugu.

But Wati was unable to speak anymore, just a hug representing Wati's feelings back then.

"Can our bodies be preserved?" Ask the neighbors. Wati was still crying.

"Sir, it is not good to hold the corpse for longer in this world. He would feel pain when exposed to the air of this world. Poor Mr. Angga mbak" persuaded a man again.

Finally Wati resigned and nodded weakly. Wati also held the body of the husband.

When the bath began, Wati's tears still dripped unwilling to stop.

While rubbing the body part of the husband Wati always pray softly.

"O Allah, forgive the eyes of your husband. It is these eyes that always look upon us lovingly and with these eyes that he guides us the path of goodness." Wati rubbed the husband's eyes.

"O Allah, forgive the hand of this servant's husband. It is with this hand that he gives us a lawful living. It was with this hand that we felt a touch capable of making us calm." Wati rubbed her husband's hands. Every touch that Wati does, she always asks for forgiveness for her husband and always wishes him all the good.

The person who bathed the body until touched to hear every speech of Wati who was so sincere.

For the last time Wati saw the face of Angga. Wati was forced to publish a smile behind her increasingly swift tears.

"Mas, I'm sincere about your departure. O God, I bring my most beloved husband back to your side. I beg you, love her as I love her, hiks" Wati covered the body of the husband, so that it was covered perfectly.

With tears still flowing, Wati drove her husband to his final resting place.

This time Wati did not come in to deliver in the burrow, the funeral process of Wati handover to the experienced. Wati just sat down to see the body of the husband in the pile with the ground is still red.

"Sir, kok father in the cucumber use the land of Mak. Later you can not breathe" said little Alfi who always accompanied Wati.

"Huhuhuhu, hiks. Alfi" Wati was increasingly unable to contain his grief. How can Wati explain to little Alfi.

A neighbor took the initiative of taking a small Alfi and slowly giving understanding to Alfi.

After the return of all mourners Wati and Alfi still live in the eater. Wati hugged the mound of land that was still wet.

Never thought by Wati will be lived by the husband so soon. Is it possible for Wati to support their only child.

By walking Gontai Wati and Alfi walk home to the relics of the husband. When we got home, the house was very quiet. No family or relatives came to entertain or accompany them.

Wati's footsteps stopped at the door. All the sweet memories created in their simple house, again crossed Wati's mind.

"What did my father die for?" Ask the innocent Alfie.

(Flashback)

Today Angga is men Dodos palm mang Ujang, along with anto. While engrossed in the mendodos suddenly the palm fell on the head of Angga.

Angga's head was hit by a lump of palm that has a fairly heavy weight.  Angga died on the spot. But not a single speck of blood came out from his limbs.

Such is the description of Anto's younger brother from Angga. Anto asked for help to the local people to bring Angga's body home.