HELL IN THE HUSBAND'S HOUSE
Go to the night market
Fani took a walk through the garden behind her house, and a man greeted her.
"Good afternoon, Non!" greet Pak Budi loyal driver papa Raffi first. Ryan accidentally called Budi and his wife a year ago to look after and take care of this house. Ryan entrusted everything to him, because he knew the house better than he did.
"Eh, Mr. Budi. How are you, sir? I finally get to see my dad again." Fani hugs the man to take off his misses, usually they only talk by phone or VC only.
"Good, Non. Finally you can also meet with, Non Fani. Now it's getting pretty, mature and mateng." Tempta Pak Budi's.
Fani just smiled thinly in response to the temptation pk Budi.
"Why are you here?" ask Fani.
"A year ago, Mr. Ryan came to see me and asked me to take care of and look after this house. He said it was a gift for the birth of the Star." Mr. Budi answered.
"Was it Mr Budi who gave away everything where I lived at the time, sir?" ask Fani. He thought it was the gentleman who had been informing Ryan all along.
"No, Non. I never said anything to him about you, he thought that I also did not know" replied Mr. Budi.
"So for a year you've been living here, why not tell me?" Fani is a little disappointed in Budi for keeping a secret about this house to her.
"I'm sorry, I promised Mas Ryan not to tell anyone, he said it would surprise you." Sir budi said everything.
"After Non Fani's departure, Ryan often visited Mr. Raffi's meal, we often cleaned the tomb together. He used to tell me his travels looking for you, but I dare not tell you the various stories challenging your existence, Non. How Non? Ryan has changed a lot, he is much better than he was. Actually since long ago he was a good young man, disciplined and responsible, yes because a wrong upbringing should be like that." Mr. Budi began to tell everything he knew about Ryan, how Ryan to depression looking for him.
All the effort he made, that with all his soul, energy and material Ryan spent only to find his son and wife.
Fani could only shut up. He did not say a word while hearing Mr. Budi's words, why everyone tells about his kindness and sacrifice.while Fani wants to prepare to sue for Ryan's divorce.
That afternoon Ryan plans to return to the apartment, but the Stars get in his way. The handsome boy always followed where Ryan went, even to the bathroom he was standing guard outside the door.
"Ma, don't let Om papa go Ma!" please star to his mother.
"Tante Yani, lily's sister. Get the Star rope, to tie Om papa, he'll go again!" The star even asked for a rope on the one he knew to tie the father.
Ryan turned to Fani for his approval as to whether he could stay there.
Fani nods, she agrees that Ryan lives here. With Fani's approval, Ryan finally lives there, the day the Star rules him.
The night after dinner, the Star billed Ryan a promise that he would take himself to the night market if he was in the country.
"Om Papa, he said Om Papa would invite to the night market! Let's go, then the three of us go together!" bring Stars.
"OK, but Bintang said to mama first, and it just so happens that today there is an opening of the night market in the next village, must be exciting." Ryan asked his son to invite his mother along immediately.
When Fani gets into the back seat, Ryan immediately prevents her, she opens the front door of the car.
" please, you're not taking an online taxi, miss." Ray Ryan's.
Fani was forced to obey, he who holds the Star.
"Anything off, papa's whiz?" ask Ryan.
" Well, Papa Gas Pol!' with passion the boy answered questions from his father.
"Ma, what's the market that night? There's something?" ask the toddler.
"Night market, what is Ryan is a kind of market that is open at night?" fani asked, she tried to relax, which was definitely for the sake of her son.
the man of one child, extended his left hand and scrambled his son's thick hair.
"Didn't you know if it was a night market?" ryan asked, he wanted to warm up.
Fani just shook her head. "No, papa never seems to have brought me to that place" replied Fani honestly.
"Okay, papa will tell you a little bit about the market that night. A place that there are as a game rides, there is a carousel, there are kora-kora, there is a ball bath, there are all kinds of things, but in the title every night and in the villages, there are, usually held every few months, there are also settled, there are also various traditional snacks. The whole thing." Ryan explained a glimpse of the night market.
"As in dufan so?" ask Fani who is starting to wonder.
" Yes, but if the market tonight is a traditional game, the visitors are mostly lower middle class people, used to be papa when SMP every night selling here, papa selling cilot around, papa selling cilot around, cilotnya papa buy from mang Kosim, later papa who sells and fortunately in for two, quite able to pay for school." Ryan told me about his experiences.
"Your mother?" ask Fani again.
"My mom is tired of being a traveling washerman, her income is only enough to eat, pay rent, every night she always complains of soy sauce, so I reckon sales to be able to help ease her burden." Ryan replied while breathing heavily.
Fani was silent to hear the story of Ryan, meaning that his struggle was very heavy, ranging from tuition that had to search for himself to the incitement of his mother constantly, instilling a grudge on the son.
No to Fani, he never talked about his father's ugliness or ugliness to his son, Fani was always looking for a good reason to answer all his son's questions especially about his father.
The car continues to go at a moderate speed, the atmosphere in the car is quite warm and decorated with chatter Star and Ryan, while Fani just smiled and added a little action the two men.
Like a happy family, both couples have to put their ego aside for the sake of the son, especially Fani.
Ryan's car turned into a field that is quite spacious, many colorful decorative lights. Ryan deliberately brought them here, one so that they could be close to his son and wife, both he wanted to introduce things that smelled traditional to his family.
