amazing

Banjo trudged slowly behind his mother. Black crows flew low, berkoak-koak memekak. Above, the sky did not promise a peaceful sense of security.
Through the rows of teak trees along the road, the Mother and her son could see the sloping valley of Krakatoa undulate. No they meet again the human figures who marched endlessly climbing like ants, no matter greeted by a circle of thick clouds and clumps of a cloudless sky. A rumor about the phantom child had cut their veins courage."Banjo!"His mother suddenly stopped.
Hearing his name being called, the boy was surprised. Not because of fear, but because the feeling is getting closer. The fact that will come on a hunch it may feel very sick, even it could be deadly."You're tired, Jo? His mother seems too forced you to walk so far.'m Sorry Mother, Jo."
After wiping saliva that melts in the corner of his mouth, the Mother Banjo's hand, and he said again, "Let's go to the big tree over there. We open our food supplies. You're hungry, right?"Banjo did not answer in words. He nodded, then followed dutifully behind his mother.
Not far from there a large tree looks lush leaves. There, Mother opened the bundles of cloth gloves, while her son selonjor, flexing the muscles of his legs, by leaning on the big tree trunk."Banjo, sit near the mother here."Banjo crawling toward his mother.
His mother pulled out two old teak leaves. He folded the sheet of teak leaves is such that the palm of his hand, to form a kind of bowl to eat. He filled the bowl with teak leaf rice, fried salted fish, and steamed vegetables. "You want menyuapimu mother?"Banjo nodded sign agree.
His mother grinned, showing a row of teeth are not perfectly white color. He was happy to see her son ate with gusto. He immediately forgot how kids here villagers pelted Banjo with rotten tomatoes and gravel. While the adults saw it happen without reacting nothing but laugh. What was funny to see a boy who just resigned ditawur boys her age, was stoned to cause bruises and bleeding all over his body? What are all the jokes never heartless?
Perhaps the villagers here believe so. They laughed without pity. Some of them cupping his hand in his mouth and shouted at the boy unfortunately with harsh words. They crowded around him and escorted out of the hamlet. His mother had memorized the treatment of residents of this village; without feelings of resentment he whispered to himself, "Maybe they're tired of working the fields all day, then they try to find entertainment."
His mother patiently and diligently encouraging was his only child. Nothing really made his heart overflowing joy, except when it can see Banjo's face seemed to smile while he slept. In his mind, Banjo smile during sleep that means everything. Ancestors once said, if in the middle of a child delirious sleep or screaming, it means there is a black shadow that sticks to the child. And Mother did not want the black shadow stick once only son.Banjo was asleep in his mother's lap. While Mother was unable to start feeling sleepiness rebuke.
Hamlet is bathed in yellow light of the sun disappeared in the distance, gradually darkened by the evening mist of the rainy season. But the rainy season was not a great obstacle to the villagers to earn a living. Because they believe Hyang Hyang Wind Water and they have made full and happy with the ceremony, victimizing, and offerings. Trust is also what makes Mother and Banjo were expelled from the village.
Everything is like turning back. Pooled in a puddle skyline reddish yellow. The crickets began to haul kerikannya composition. One-two owls poked his head from the nest hole, carry his body swelled to the highest perch tree - almost heading the chin months. And other night animals were simultaneously guerrilla to otherwise very dark holes.
His mother came home late at night from home Wak Nardi armed with bamboo torches in his hands. That night was like last night. Very dark, very cold, very tense. Whistling winds make tremble torch flame is always wagging. Both his eyes several times a brake-literate, pre lesatan vapor mist that ran the distance views.
But, a sudden flash of light fog dikejapkan - and quite surprising. So odd that the arrival of lightning. Now he saw no longer the cloud of fog that slowly crept ambush, but a kind of thick smoke-like head of a giant knobbly creepy.
Instant, lightning split the sky light whip. At the end of the rocky road to the west, from the middle pair of tamarind trees that stood thick on either side of the road came the shadowy figure who setindak for setindak body toward him, but the lingering real-sabetan lightning blows. However Mother tried to sharpen the eyes kuyunya who take shelter in the concavity opening his eyes, in vain that he recognized the face of the body. But clearly, from the movements of foreign bodies, which was heading towards him it is the woman.
His heart trembled, pounding abysmally. Frankly Mother was frightened. Dinantikannya to figure it throws at least one word first. It also knows the unlikely figure is the village knew, but somehow he is still willing to stand waiting for a figure with no face nailing it to call it.
Until .... Last nan luminous figure of a soft-faced man smiled at him, simultaneously appear bright circle of light radiating memusar ago - and so on - in the back. Beautiful, really beautiful. Two sides of sparkling eyes firmly, leaving highlight a sharp scratch every regard. Contain solid clot lips shiny and wet. Her skin perfectly smooth and white as cotton. It was a glowing face and soothing his chest rattled, until Mother's mouth dropped open. Several times he sighed, shook his head, while behind a smile back. He turned like a child who was found a candy that suddenly clutched in his hands.
Mother nose piercing aroma. Sweet odor rising from the flick of a long robe that beautiful creature. Yes, beautiful creatures, just as that which occurred in his heart. He believes the figure before him was not one of the human race like himself. Malaikatkah? Or the jinn? He had never met two people Hyang's creation along the remnants of his gray hair bleached cotton. So he could not say for sure, especially the puzzle, from which the creature before him. He could only say that beautiful creature, then it's beautiful creatures.
Lama. Added silent night, plus quiet, added quizzically. No longer visible flicker-flicker of lightning split the sky above milling. Suddenly slid from between lips that beautiful creature, but it contains no solids lips moving, sounding just like that, his words are very clear and reads, "Teed newborn baby until it comes full moon night of the twenty-seven ...."
Feeling Mother's men surrounded the angel of death, dazed not knowing what should be done. His heart pounding sound, his eyes kept blinking. Her fingers trembled when patted the wrinkled skin, sagging cheeks. Figure of speech sounds that are echoed by the words, in his ear exactly wangsit Hyang, memekakkannya to kemerotak joints in her body collided with kemerosak friction lost the leaves that the wind is very strong, very tense.
Mother Less than eliminate kekalutannya, suddenly darted mahacantik figure closer to him. Until he had closed his eyes tightly, and only two earlobes are wary. "I'll get back to it when the moon was perfect ....!" Just a few seconds after the resonant sound of the rice fields kakupak residents on either side walked his eardrums. Just a few seconds after strong winds suddenly quiet, cobbled street was dark again. Torches in the hands of Mother shaking slowly.
After the event, the next morning Mother experiencing pain from the crown to the nails of his toes. His head was more giddy than usual headache pain. She was shaking chills from exposure to cold is greater than usual. -Puncture punctured his stomach more than ordinary hunger. The bones are more brittle than the old and weak beggars are neglected.
The people decided that the village and surrounding dipencilkan Mother and her husband into the jungle on the border hamlet. They believe that a husband and wife "weird" it's been cursed. Beautiful creature who supposedly intercepted on the eve of Mother's odd is the genie who incarnated in the form of an angel disguised. Even the head of the village elders raised their hands embracing them.
Mother belly like a pregnant woman. He also felt the pain-pain commonly experienced by most pregnant women. His mother was pregnant. While the weeks rolled into months. And when stepping on the rotation of the ninth month, Mother gave birth to a baby boy. Without the help of shamans, healers, or smart people everywhere. Baby boy was given the name of the Banjo.
Banjo grow healthy, that's for sure. His mother and her husband happy. Even the village people think that the interest affected, though with a different face. Seeing the same Banjo stood watching one attraction "strange creature" in a circus carnival. They let Banjo acting. The boy was unconscious, excited villagers are much more painful than a bee stung thousands of workers. Every time the village people laugh, every time it is also increasingly choked my throat Mother.
Banjo up to age two years, until the promised day arrived, Mother had a strange dream. In the dream, he saw a fine creature Banjo-paced meruapkan flame red and very hot weather. No one had remembered it, except for the hum of a booming sound from the direction of this strange creature. "I asked my son from the womb ....!" His mother tersimpuh longitude stiff limp beside her husband, who inflamed like people dying.
After the death of her husband, still he remembered he was unable to help the struggling Banjo that time. Her eyes were red. His hands gripped the bars of wood, making wood cages were shaken hard enough. That's when a snot-nosed kid running stormed into his yard when he heard the drums hammered on the streets of the hamlet. A rare occurrence. The little boy ran carrying the drum body without clothes. His eyes lit up watching the procession of the men while hammering bekhudah2 hamlet of bertabuh noisy. Eyeball the little boy followed the procession. A group of men without clothes and his face is smeared charcoal-black corengi parading a young man in solitary wooden stretcher. They headed to the top of the hill where the enthroned a stout tree, mighty, and tall. In the courtyard under the trees was laid on the table Banjo mossy stone.
Banjo must undergo a procession of offerings to Hyang. Boy's body was stripped naked. Both hands and feet were tied on each side of the stone table. After that, a water sprinkling ritual elders are believed to have magic power eliminates the evil forces that inhabit the body of a person, while chanting mantras.
Mother's memory becomes dark. But not as dark tonight. Tread rough hands rubbed the head could not be separated Mother Banjo. Nearly fourteen nights passed, since the night he "stole" the body of flotsam Banjo, they move where protection. Both of them actually do not want to hide from the pursuit of the village people. His mother was eager to convince them that Banjo is really a child born from the mouth of her womb, instead of victimizing the child in her womb Hyang lent. But they never could accept that belief. Hence he and Banjo must take refuge from piciknya their trust in something that outlined rebellious humans in the presence or absence Hyang.
Nearly a third of the night. Creatures that dinapasi mysterious night, the earth writhing in black jungle. No matter how sublime a task has been to compress the esophagus hamlet people, most of the men, two nights targeting the most cursed man: Banjo and his mother. Despite making their arable fields abandoned, it does not matter! Are important to them, their village clean of ungodly men, who deny the will Hyang.
Time moves slowly like a dandy in the eyes of hundreds geliatan male hamlets scattered in every corner of the village boundary, also in dark secluded places. And, two fugitives they have become so damned in their eyes, because it makes their bodies embrace the cold night after night without the warmth of breath labored their women. Make them almost eyeball shot from liangnya. Makes their blood boil, mengerjat-ngerjat occasionally, such as burned their crown. Again, one of them growled.
"Son of a bitch! I've had enough! Hyang that's up to curse this village still let two men cursed him alive, and possibly much longer than the life we ​​all. I do not care. Damn it! Not He also revive, they turn off?"
Just, not yet finished one blink of an eye, after a village man who growled that memberondongkan umpatannya sentence, libasan lightning ripped the sky suddenly darkened the starless. Wasting hundreds of men hamlet of their outposts, a tinge of helter-skelter, like a herd of ants that had just ransacked the nest by anteater snout. Whip-whip-going back many lightning tore their consciousness. All happened as in a mighty wrath.
***
After making sure melelapkan Banjo on a pile of leaves in width and reranting dry side, Mother got up. Stepping bent toward the mouth of a small cave which was accidentally discovery libasan exactly when the first lightning, the lightning libasan. His mother just looked into the distance. Lightning gripping. Enforce the chilling winds whistling.
Until ... until Mother seemed to see the flash of white light. Tall and big. Closer ... closer ... then surpassed himself upright on the edge of the mouth of the cave. Banjo body wrapped around a deep crouch.There was no resistance. Mother's gaze has become so empty.

nature of the crab

Probably many know the form of crabs, but not many know the nature of the crab. Hopefully you do not have a jealous nature crab.
In the Philippines, rural people loved to catch and eat crabs fields. Crabs were small in size but it's quite tasty. Crabs were easily captured at night, then put in a bowl / container, without bound.
The next day, the crabs will be boiled and then eaten for a side dish for several days. The most interesting part of this habit, the crabs will always try to get out of the basin, their utmost, by using strong claws-claws.
But a reliable crabber always calm even when the results are always trying to escape prey.
The recipe is only one, namely the hunter knew well the nature of the crab.
If there is a crab that almost escaped out of the basin, his friends would have to haul it back to the basics.
If there is more to rise rapidly to the mouth of the basin, again his friend would pull it down ... and so on until finally nothing worked out.
The next day the hunters stay boil them all, and die of envy was a flock of crab.
Similarly, in this life ... without realizing we are also sometimes be like crabs that.
That should rejoice if a friend or relative we have success we even suspect, lest that success is not achieved by bener.
Especially in business or anything else that contains an element of competition, the nature of envy, jealousy, or a hypocrite will become apparent and if not we soon realize we've unwittingly killing ourselves.
Success will come if we can realize that in business or competition is important is not who wins, but more importantly than that how far we can develop ourselves fully. If we grow, we may win or may lose in a competition, but certainly we are victorious in this life.
Sign someone is 'crab':
1. Always remember the mistakes outsiders (can be another person or situation) that is past and make it a principle / guidelines in the act
2. Many criticize but no change
3. Hobbies discuss the weaknesses of others but do not know the weaknesses of himself busy so he just pulled the crabs coming out of the bowl and forget about the escape attempt itself. .. Should crabs that mutual assistance out of the basin, but well ... it takes a great soul to do it ...
Consider how much time do you use to think of ways to be a winner. In social life, business, school, or religion. And replace that time to think about ways of developing yourself into a healthy and successful person.
No matter how much cats fight, always have lots of kittens born

Chicken and Eagle

A farmer found the eagle's egg and put them together eggs are. After hatching, the eagle lived and behaved exactly like the chicks, because he thought that he was a chicken. He scraped the ground to find worms and insects. He was squawking and crowing. He would flutter and fly a few feet in the air.

One day, he saw an eagle flying proudly on the space. "WOW, incredible! Who is he? "He said with admiration.

"That's the eagle, the king of all birds!" Said the chicken around it.

"If only we could fly, huh? incredible! "

"Ah do not be dreaming! He is extraterrestrial beings, we are only creatures of the earth. We're just a chicken! "

Once, the eagle to eat, drink, live and eventually die as a chicken, because that is his opinion about him.

Do we want menjdi "chicken" when we all are "hawks"?

The answer lies in ourselves.

What do we think?

If we think CAN, we certainly CAN, if we think WILL FAIL,
failure that we will get!

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"

Mahdi Party

Mr. Mahdi has appeared neat, berpeci black, dressed in white coco and blue plaid sarong. He stood in the doorway of her gate, welcomed the invited guests. Yesterday, a letter of invitation celebration of 200 sheets have been sent to the homes of neighbors and close friends.
In the family room is large enough like the hall, Mrs. Mahdi busy preparing dishes buffet style with a special menu. On a long table cloth-clad green, there gule and goat satay, satay chicken, grilled chicken, fried chicken, chicken opor, Bestik beef, oxtail soup, pickles, sambal liver. Also there are various kinds of fresh fruit: red apples, green grapes, citrus imports, peer and banana.
With a beaming face, Mr. Mahdi glanced at his watch. Already at 19:30. He suspects, invited guests will attend at exactly 20:00 hours, according to the time written in the letter of invitation. Minutes passed, and when his watch was showing at 19:55 PM, not a single guest in attendance. Mrs. Mahdi rushed out of the living room, having finished preparing that special dish.
"How come no one has come, sir?" he asked in a tense face."Maybe the people in this neighborhood are very disciplined, ma'am. They will probably come up promptly at eight. Five minutes," said Mr. Mahdi, his face suddenly seemed too tense.
Mrs Mahdi sneer. "Uh! Attending a party invitation really hour. Basic quasi-discipline," she muttered angrily.Mr. Mahdi also started to hit annoyed, because there is also no one invited guests were present at his home. He began to wonder, why the neighbors nearby also not present? Whether they're not home? He did not know all the neighbors, having just moved a week ago. Her new home a magnificent two-story lies in the middle of vacant land in the middle of the housing. First, he bought a number at once, and in the middle magnificent house that he built it. Now, her house was only the grandest houses in the residential area. Neighboring houses just type 21 and 36.
"Could all the neighbors and friends close to you no one willing to attend, sir?" Mom asked, looking annoyed Mahdi."Be patient, ma'am. Maybe it was the custom in this village, if an invitation is always late." Mr. Mahdi tried to console themselves.
"But this was after fifteen minutes, sir."Mr. Mahdi glanced at his watch back. It was after fifteen minutes of eight o'clock. The face of Mrs. and Mr. Mahdi Mahdi increasingly tense, as the minutes went by, but there has not been any invited guests who attended.
Three assistants and two driver appeared smiling in the doorway of the family room. They must hope that the celebration party that fails, or only a small portion of invited guests attended. Because, if it fails to shower or just a small part of invited guests attended, then there will be many remaining dishes that can be taken home to be enjoyed with family at home.
Now less than 10 hours 21 minutes. And still no one has invited guests in attendance. Annoyed, Mr. Mahdi and then try to call close friends who have been invited. But they all turn off his phone. While the telephone in their homes also could not be reached.
"What we need to tell the drivers to remind the neighbors close to be coming soon, sir?" Bu Mahdi confused."Ah, do not bother, ma'am."
"But what if the party fails celebration tonight, sir?""If no one is willing to come, we just do not bother, ma'am."
"You're What's the matter, sir?""Ah, please, ma'am. What is important, we held shower nadzar we have done. And if it turns out no one came, none of our business. Dish that we already serve, can be taken home by a chauffeur-driver."
Bu Mahdi then silence. But his heart is troubled. He suspects, all the neighbors and close friends already know how Mr. Hasan is the corrupt officials. Mansion was also the result of corruption.
"If there is no next nine guests, we just close this gate, and all the lights off, Mom. I'm tired, to sleep. Tomorrow I've got a lot of important events. There was a meeting at the hotel." Mr. Mahdi began to seem desperate.
Mrs. Mahdi then rushed into the bedroom. Resentment mingled sadness can not dibendungnya. He brooded while reflecting on the dresser. Now, he seems to being stripped by the neighbors and close friends. They are not willing to attend must be because was not going to enjoy the dishes that come from the proceeds of corruption.
Now, everywhere it was no movement condemned the corruptors. Now, all the officials who live and have bermewah luxury mansion has become the gossip surrounding communities. And since emerging movement condemned the corrupt, Mr. Mahdi seem worried. Then, Mrs. Mahdi suggested to hold a celebration party event by inviting all the neighbors and close friends. In the shower, in addition to enjoying special meals, all guests are requested to read prayers to be led by a cleric.
"If we build homes we live in, we do have to hold a thanksgiving feast, ma'am," said Mr. Mahdi.Then Ms. Mahdi said that Mr. Mahdi said that as a nadzar that must be implemented. And now, nadzar it was implemented, but it was doomed to fail miserably.
Mr. Mahdi suddenly into the room after Mrs. Mahdi. "The gate is closed, ma'am. Go to sleep alone. Let the drivers and helpers enjoyed a meal there."
Mrs. Mahdi cry. "Apparently everyone already knows that you are corrupt, sir.""Ah, hell, Mom. What is important, there would be no legal process can prosecute corrupt individuals like me. If we are isolated in the country, there is still a place to live comfortably abroad. I can follow the senior who is now living comfortably in other countries. "***The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi busy receiving calls from close friends who could not attend the shower invitations. Most of them could not attend because there udzur a disaster.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mahdi. I and my mistress could not attend, because suddenly there is a close relative who died.""I'm sorry, yes ma'am Mahdi. My husband and I could not attend, because our son was suddenly ill and had taken to the hospital."
"Oh, I apologize for not able to attend.'s Known, we are mourning the death of our beloved dog.""Really, we were originally getting ready to attend. But suddenly our car tires exploded, while the tires had just borrowed serepnya close neighbors."
Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi is very upset after receiving a phone. Because, all close friends apologized for not being present because of the unfortunate.As if they said that they experienced the disaster caused by the shower invitation. Them as if to say that if they attend will surely stricken greater.
Now, Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi increasingly convinced, how all the friends and neighbors already regarded it as a disgusting human being. They are not willing to attend a celebration party invitation must have been disgusted.
"The failure shower that we conducted, it made me even more excited to find a lot of money for the provision of living abroad, ma'am. I guess we will not be able to comfortably stay in the country again.'s My job to stay one year period. The time of one year I would use to get money as much as possible, "said Mr. Mahdi with a faraway look. Imagine the senior who is now playing golf and playing chess in Singapore.***Movement condemns the increasingly rampant corruption everywhere. Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi increasingly worried. And in the morning, while enjoying coffee and toast on the back porch, all of a sudden the maids and driver-driver came over and said goodbye. They claim to be afraid, for a two-story mansion that was haunted. They also admitted to frequent nightmares and horrible. In their dreams as if seeing a two-story mansion that was on fire, and they are trapped in the flames.
And since lost all the aides and his driver, Mr. and Mrs. Mahdi Mahdi feeling sad, tense and afraid to inhabit his new home was a magnificent two-story. As if his house was like a locked prison. Now, all relatives are also farther away.
"We should follow the children, sir." Bu Mahdi could no longer bear to live in the mansion. Pictured are always two children who are now studying in Singapore.
"Yes, ma'am. We should soon overtake them, to find a place to live there. They do not have to go home after college. Let themremain there. "
"This house must be sold, sir."Mr. Mahdi agreed, but sell the mansion is now not easy. He recalled a number of seniors who struggle to sell the mansion, then had to be abandoned just like that.
"Let's put an ad in the newspapers, as well as announcements at the gate that the house is sold, sir," suggested Mrs. Mahdi.Without a word more, Mr. Mahdi immediately put an ad in the newspapers and notice boards in the fence. And the days that followed, Mrs. Mahdi forced busy in the kitchen, sweeping floors, washing clothes, shopping to the market, because it can no longer looking for helpers. Mr. Mahdi is also forced to leave and left work to drive his own car, because they can not find the driver again.
"There is a shower invitation letter from Mr. Samad," said Ms. Mahdi said, handing a letter of invitation postcards without envelopes as wide as it is, as Mr. Mahdi new home office, that afternoon.
"Pak Samad held shower? So just get the fortune of which the pedicab that?"Mr. Mahdi seemed surprised. He knew, Mr. Samad daily into a pedicab driver. Her house across from vacant land, east, that each day passes when he went home and office. Mr. Samad's house just type 21.
With the encouragement of curiosity hospitable with the neighbors, Mr. Mahdi willing to attend the invitation of Pak Samad. He arrived at  Samad's house on time. And he was surprised, because the yard was filled with Mr.k Samad invited guests.
Pak Samad's face lit up when shaking hands with Mr. Mahdi. "Excuse me, sir. Please sit down. The place is dirty," he said, pointing to a mat that had to be held at the curb, because all the seats are occupied by guests.
With a heavy heart, Mr. Mahdi sat on a mat Lesbian, so that a fat belly aching. Butt also feels pain, because beneath asphalt overlay uneven mat.
A moment later, Samad was sitting next to Mr Modin who was appointed to be the leader of prayer together. And before the prayer, Mr. Modin explained that the host held a thanksgiving party that simple because it has been able to buy a new tricycle.
And having prayed together, the meals were just a plate of fried rice and a glass of sweet tea. All guests enjoy a thanksgiving feast is very simple.
Mr. Mahdi appeared fed up and want to vomit, when just swallowed a spoonful of fried rice was very bland it. But, strangely, the face of all the attendees seemed to enjoy the radiant fried rice it .***

Maridjan of grandfather

Sewer overflows. For herded cats dead rats rotting blackish water. Stuffy thick. Maghrib. Rows of shacks pigsty. Silent. Occasionally there was a step above the water splashing. Muffled laughter of people swarmed around comedy shows on television broadcasts. The shack at the end of the alley, with a dim electric light 5 watt, Grandfather Marijan panting. Her eyes stared blankly Narto, his grandson, frozen with blue face on his stomach on the side of the tub.
Grandfather Marijan wiping the pouring sweat. Slowly he dragged her grandson's corpse. Entered into a sack which had been prepared with neat. Showers fell again and the sky growing dark when Grandfather Marijan raise sack into the cart, and slowly pulled down the aisle by aisle muddy muddy. Like wagon wheels rolled over the river. Who knows where. Narto, which actually is very loved grandchildren, bumping. But of course the kid did not feel the cold or the pain of his life have been floated.
"Forgive Your grandfather," was the phrase that comes out of the mouth Grandfather Marijan when they wanted to hand over the mouth Narto, boy aged seven years, with a pillow. Narto wriggle and wriggle when Grandfather Marijan just picked her and burying her body in a tub full of water. Narto mengerjat few moments before the limp, and eventually harden. There is no other way, thought Grandfather Marijan, to avenge your father's pain in my heart. I've already offended and can not forgive himself-law.
Grandfather Marijan-law remembered saying that cause he was offended and hurt. "Old farts useless, always pester people." Marijan's grandfather could only bury that sentence in his mind. Apparently not once was the law throws the hurtful words and behavior, but rather repeatedly dirty words gushed from the mouth in-law, both bark and smooth yet full tone of mockery. "All day hanging out. Make pigeon cages are not incompetent. Huh! Just wait for the rice mateng course of employment." Similarly, the law says, slamming doors and deliberately knocked Grandfather Marijan favorite brewed tea. Tea spilled and broken glass. Grandfather Marijan slumped-glass flake suruk pick. The law still says, "Break it all let me out!" Grandfather Marijan still see the thick sputum throw-law right in front of his face. Narto who suddenly appeared and hugged her from behind, quickly snatched his father, "Do not go near the sluggard, let's go."
Grandfather Marijan remember the look of contempt law as if plunged to the bottom of the bone. From his bedroom insulated cardboard rotted-law scold Grandfather Marijan hear, "Do not know how hard it get something to eat. If there are no cops are kuracuni." Then came a loud tape set.
"Satan: Man does not know custom, did not know his debts. Basic communists," the words just uttered Grandfather Marijan in his room. Indeed, the law sometimes can also be polite and sweet. But Grandfather Marijan liver injury and already hold a grudge. Although her son always said. "Do not be put into the liver. Indeed, nature has been so from the first. Think of the wind." Marijan grandfather would say, his actions are outrageous, but always failed. He understood, certainly more to defend her husband. So he preferred to foster resentment in his heart. Grandfather Marijan knew he was not helpless and it is impossible to wreak revenge on the physical law. Time feels so long and so painful he had to meet every law in the narrow house, where the occupants breath sounds with each other. So Grandfather Marijan more often out of his room, a walk from aisle to aisle, through the times that the current is slow and the water is concentrated to bring all kinds of waste as he led Narto every son was at home after a long day to go somewhere to earn a fortune.
Often indeed, Grandfather Marijan got a good chance to wreak vengeance on the head law slammed the crowbar while snoring. But he did not also do it the power. Always be prevented anxiety orphaned grandson and his son become a widow. And he knows exactly his son often gets rough treatment of her husband. But Grandfather Marijan understand, they still love each other. Plus he was a disabled state. He did not want to Ramanujan are displaced and dead on the side of the tracks.
"Hhh, what does that mean God created creatures sepecundang myself." Grandfather Marijan so often sue bad luck that wrapped around him. He just could sue the whiny complaints that made him ashamed of himself sometimes. "Why did I not kill myself." Well it was just a mere intention intentions that never do. Certainly the fear of pain that must have encountered a dying man by force. He wondered himself why should be afraid to face the pain that would not be too long sting. Though facing life was already so painful, and too pretty to be a reason for ending.
Grandfather Marijan revenge in the hearts of increasingly mounting. Always he bear-resistant to fired. The plan to kill the law clearly difficult. He began to think, to calculate what should be done in order to feel the wrath of the law as they experienced pain. Yes, Grandfather Marijan-law just wanted to feel hurt. No need to physically hurt, let alone kill him.
The way he had planned but failed to do is to have his son around. This was obviously done because it was impossible to work with children who are of course more to defend her husband.
Grandfather Marijan continues to stagger pull the wagon. It grew dark, medium drizzle remained faithful rentanya flushed the body starts to shiver. Flashed in his head constantly face the red-eyed daughter, barked, "Turn off tapenya, old man! Maghrib. There is also aware of going in the grave. Instead of worship." Rang all the time those words. "I am a communist, but appreciate what people worship."
Grandfather Marijan deserve surprised by the last words that came out of the mouth in-law. All he knows, yes communist communists. Anti-religion. Although he also does not matter what it is communism, what is religion. What is her God, what is anti-God. What is clear in-law has led to severe heart broken. And he could not find a way to avenge her hurt. Until then came a wild idea; kill his own granddaughter. He knew Narto so precious to her father is none other than his own son. Narto the only hope for a very proud father. The child must not be harmed. When such occurs desperately defending his father. Marijan grandfather had seen how his son nearly menggolok people who dare to cry cause Narto. One thing that was supposed to make it a big heart.
But at times like this he determined to kill his own granddaughter so that she could be satisfied to see law despondent. And so, when the long-awaited arrival. That night the son with his wife advised to maintain good Narto. They do not want to explain where and for how long. Grandfather Marijan just given money to feed them both for several days. Actually also had hesitated that night when he was about to kill his own granddaughter. Narto face looked exactly the face of the law. Dihidup-turn vengeance in his heart. Glowing red eyes of the law who looked at him with disgust. Rebuke-hardikannya played again in his ears like a cassette tape playing. And it grew as well. Grandfather Marijan does not look like a sleeping Narto face in her arms, but the face of the cruel law. He jumped up, got up grabbed a pillow?***Grandfather Marijan stopped at the edge of time that surface water is reflected from the glittering lights of vehicles circulating. At this time it is often seen floating bloated corpse somebody. The dead were killed or committed suicide. Ah, same thing: a corpse. And now his grandson is going to be one of them. Yes, everything has happened as fate. At such times come again another courage; Grandfather Marijan mecemplungkan intend to take part themselves. To death. This is probably the most secure way, so he thinks. Because he is no longer possible to go home and face the wrath of the law that sooner or later he would know who had killed his own grandson.
More safe I committed suicide rather than beaten his daughter. Yes, if instant death. Not so heavy to bear risk. When dragged to the police station, tried, and then to jail? ***

Father Came home

Madame Yem call tonight, "This afternoon, my father had a heart attack again, now hospitalized. Nana, you'd better go home, look at your father. ""I still have a job tomorrow, why not just Yu Ning?""Your brother say, Naya (his son) a month will take the exam junior. So, he will send you money to get home to see your father. ""What about the pain, what is severe enough?""Brother Nana, ask your doctor about it Hariadi."When a call from Madame Yem closed, the phone rang from the Yu Ning, "I've sent money for a plane ticket to your account. Check it first. Tell Dad, I'll come after Naya finished the exam. ""Brother, I have a presentation tomorrow, why not your alone?""I told you I had to wait Naya. My boutique tomorrow will be visited by our customers from Malaysia. Now, look for tickets for departure, tomorrow morning. "I hate to hear the speech of Yu Ning, he always could tell me anything. That was done since we were little. (Mother died since we are still very small). Yu Ning, a distance of age 10 years ahead of me, given discretion by the father, to set all my life. If according to Yu Ning I should be so, I should not be denied. Yu Ning so my sources. Only aided by Madame Yem, he governs all the affairs of our household. I always hate to whatever he had. Which I'm proud of, just more of it my body height. Only it did! On the other hand, I'm now just a lecturer at a private college that is not seeded. So did my husband, Haryo, peers at private colleges.It is conceivable, we do not have the privilege in a metropolis, Jakarta. Once upon a time, Yu Ning's family took us to Singapore. But, I'm not comfortable. Because they think, hard to travel with village women, who do not know how to be in a metropolis, Singapore.Really, I've always felt, much loved father Yu Ning, although my father always said, "You two are a priceless treasure to me. I pity this brother, since childhood must act as our mother. "I once again hate the word father. I think both Yu Ning and I, have the same opportunity, to learn, play, and even more I think Yu Ning had a chance for a walk with his girlfriend. As for me, they were considered too young to understand, who the man is wolf in sheep.Being able berlena Ning Yu-lena with her boyfriend late into the night. Often I feel Upik Abu, who cared for a stepmother. But, everything did go as they planned. After graduating from the engineering faculty of architecture, Yu Ning is married to Dr. Tomo. After several years working in foreign firms, Yu Ning opens boutique decent behavior. I did so people are just mediocre. Because it is me and Haryo, have no business skills. In fact, Yu Ning Haryo had suggested, to do business. It was once we did, let alone a large, capital loaned Yu Ning, could not return. Until now, I still owed several million to Yu Ning. Fortunately the second year of marriage, we have not been blessed with children. If we had kids, we will be more troublesome. Since the Ning Yu says, to have children should have the money for the baby sitter many millions of smart, milk, and others. I was not able to finance all of it. However, Haryo said, "We do not need to worry, every child has his own sustenance. Should not we now just consult a doctor for a baby, we dream together .... "I'm always nervous to go to an obstetrician.Suddenly there was another call from Madame Yem. "Nana, my heart really bad, if you can come home tomorrow? Although, your father was the third time this year, entered the hospital. "Yem Mak's tone, it seems, I was a child who can not serve. Well, until this hour I have not also looking for a plane ticket. In fact, the travel must have been close at nine tonight. As I suspected, for the morning flight is over all. That exist from one travel agency, airline tickets for most of the night. I have to consider as soon as possible, because there are many enthusiasts to return to Malaysia, do not pass through the area of ​​Sidoarjo, Lapindo was full of mud. I have no other choice. I just SMS Yu Ning, I say, can only aircraft with airline tickets last. Yu Ning immediately called me, "I told you, why not contact the travel agency langgananku, surely you get the tickets. I'm worried about Dad. Anyway, I've ATM transfer to you again, Dad money for medical expenses. Try to contact the travel agency langgananku it again. Says the message of this ticket Ning Tomo mother. "By lazy I called the travel agency customers Yu Ning. Somehow I was not disappointed. Because who lived just one night flight tickets. That, too, with a very expensive price. Once again I message Yu Ning, he did not answer. Certainly he was very angry. When I see my father, he would say, "Nana is slow in everything. And what the heck it works. Cook just spent time teaching. At most, only two hours a day. "Ticket affair is finished. I tried to contact the department head. He advocated for not too long to take leave, because there will be a change of president in recent weeks. After arranging my stuff in the trunk, I tried to sleep. Haryo, was sleeping next to me a few hours ago. Suddenly I felt angry, it seems no one wants to help me at this time. It's almost one o'clock at night, scared to attack me, I want to call home, but, I made sure Madame Yem was waiting for him at the hospital. Suddenly, I felt guilty, this is a selfishness. Me and Yu Ning pursue a career and always remember if you still have a father who should we pay attention. Always forget to call him just to say, "Hello". In fact, before my departure to Jakarta, Dad said, "You two chose a career in Jakarta. No one really wants to be with old men like me. I know no one to blame, every child must seek a new nest. But, every now and then call me. That was more than enough. "At that time, I cried. But, then my busyness, kesibukanku gather with friends, the streets, and many other things that make me almost no time to say, "Hello", the Father. It can be done by Yu Ning against father. I do not know, Ning Yu seems to have more time than 24 hours. Yu Ning and often reminds me to call my father. I'm always lazy to argue. So, I told her I had called my father. Because I was so sure, if you ask your father, he would have said yes I said anything. Sometimes it is father to protect me from greatness Yu Ning. Could be, he was sorry for the youngest, who met with her mother only in the first year of his life. And about my mother, I never listen to the story of the father. Madame Yem who often told, that since childhood she was frequently ill. My father loved him very much, more, more like my mother than I am Yu Ning. As a kid, if I'm sad, often for no apparent reason, my mother crying in front of photos. I feel if he was alive, we can become good friends. How is my relationship with my father? He is professor of history, smart, just like Yu Ning. Yu Ning, taking everything from the Father, without rest.I had to go home tomorrow. Not for myself, but also for a family of social obligation, which I know not too like. I always feel sad, when my father was hospitalized. I feel guilty. Often I cry for all my mistakes were. I always tell Haryo, "How do I become a good boy for a father?" Haryo always said, "We do not know exactly, you yourself have said that if not so close to him. Perhaps this is best, keeping him in the hospital and to obey all his will. "I nodded my head. When it hurts, my father was not an easy one, cerewetnya incredible! But strangely, when Yu Ning who cared for him, Dad could be a sweet kid and never angry. Many times he would say either the nurse or doctor, "My son businesswoman, but still have time for me." And for me, those words were never called, he said. Although, I've tried to be a good boy in front of him. Perhaps, he thought I was anyway half the unemployed who do not have a lot of work. Spend more time with useless talk. Of course I do not like those words. Sometimes, I feel very discouraged by it. Hurt somewhere.I should think clearly, I do not have to feel so. They still will not mean evil, are not they both close family, father and Ning Yu. Every so often I thought about it even, I once asked a psychologist with a friend. But, the answer does not provide a satisfactory solution. I still feel that I and Yu Ning will always be different principle. Actually, I just felt sorry for him, if I do not hospitalized, I do not want to go home. Is this a selfish, when I feel more comfortable not with them. But with my job, with Haryo, with friends who according to Yu Ning does not produce anything, except spend time. And who knows, father of retired professors, living expenses are borne by Yu Ning. Although, I also like to buy my father a beautiful shirt and biography books he liked, or much longer talk about the books on the phone. That, I bought more books, because it seemed Yu Ning does not feel the need to read biographies. While a retired professor of history, still likes to read these things, which, according to Yu Ning, had nothing to do with the dynamics of business today.Well indeed, though we were both in Jakarta, we rarely meet. Occasionally, Yu Ning took me to the restaurant. However, I always feel uncomfortable, but since childhood I could not resist. Haryo who gladly accepted the invitation Yu Ning. He could serve waffle Yu Ning which according to my feelings very arrogant (he always tells his success). It has been often told Haryo, but Haryo lightly replied, "You really, do not have a sense of humor, if you have, the stories certainly Yu Ning, funny."I definitely do not agree with his words. Could be, I'm more able to talk with Mas Tomo's brother-in-law is silent.However, how annoyed I am, sometimes miss also to Yu Ning. Often I remember how he cared for me when I got typhoid patient, put me into an expensive hospital in the city. And said Mas Tomo, "Yu Ning panic when you're sick."Sometimes, I also complained about Ning Yu pride on my father, he says, "You must know, as a professor of history, I would never teach my children, with smugness. If Yu Ning to be so, because I gave him the responsibility which is very unusual, for a little girl. Would it be, he is a bit superior. "Indeed, I and Yu Ning is more like my father moved to Jakarta. But, he's just like three days in my house. And, three days at home Yu Ning, which is actually full of amenities. My father always missed its plants, her tennis teammates, and he said, "The home is my palace."I often think, if he does not feel at home because my house was just BTN far from downtown. For this, my father strongly denied, he said, "If you're as old as me, only you can feel how unpleasant stay at the homes of others, even though that house, and my son. I also do not feel at home Yu Ning, who fancy that! But, I wondered, I feel more comfortable if you stay at my sisters house. "Suddenly, I felt guilty. Father alone for illness. Supposedly, I and Yu Ning is at his side at this time. I like the prodigal son, and I cried hard. Haryo woke up, "We are not Malin Kundang, Dad would know if you and Yu Ning, as well as possible the child, then go home and take care of him, though you often say, Father, if sick, cerewetnya extraordinary."It's almost dawn, tomorrow night I should meet my father. When I was standing in front of his bed, my father whispered, "Nana, I'm glad you could come home."He seemed pleased when I came home not with Yu Ning (favorite child). I felt the incongruity that. I called, Yu Ning!The next day, we were standing in front of him. He opened his eyes slowly, "You come together? I love it when you two can come together always. "Father, smiling.Three days after that, my father left us alone!