Princess Reunion Cost
We are the MOTHER of our parents

"Uni, his mother can go home, yes" said the nurse who was checking the condition of Halimah bundo.

"Thank God..! bun, bundo lah buliah go home bun..!" Siti was very happy to hear that her mother was able to gather with the family at home.

But the expression of Halimah's bundo face was not as happy as Siti. she seemed to respond flatly to Siti.

"Today, we are ready to go home well," said Siti while putting dirty clothes belonging to Halimah bundo into the bag.

"Ka kama and ka go home?" Ask Bundo Halimah.

The once happy city now looks down. Then Siti sat on the bed, right next to the Halimah bundle.

"Bun, kito returned to Siti's contract first well," Siti said in a soft-sounding and seducing voice.

"Well! you and your man's house? Narrow!" Halimah bundo protest.

"Bun, if indak ka sinan? ka kama lai?" Ask Siti.

"Aden to your brother's house, Fadli!" Bindo Halimah.

"Astaghfirullahalazim, maize... Bundo has not healed properly. Wear what bundo ka kasinan?" Ask Siti.

"Aden asks in jampuik jo si Fadli."

Siti's patience was really tested by her own biological mother. Now Bundo Halimah is no more like a child who is very difficult to manage.

"Yes.."

"Aden nio tingga jo si Fadli!" Shouted Halimah bundo.

"Bun, sober bun! Uda Fadli se indak amuah sowing bundo! Apo again bini nyo, bundo ka so apo in sinan? Bundo why is it always like this? bundo disappointed jo ambo? bundo disappointed because ambo indak married jo urang kayo rayo? huh!" Siti pu vented all the emotions that had been hidden.

Bundo Halimah looked at Siti sharply.

"Come on! your man is pamaleh! indak amuah karajo! family load! poor and indak can manga-manga!" Halimah bundo firm.

"Innalallahi.. bundo!" Siti can no longer stem her emotions. Until his voice was raised and began to attract the attention of people in the room.

"Amo is not a Rayo! But cubo bundo piciaan, sia nan mambafinanced iko's cherry house? what is uda Fadli? not bun! the mambaia ko uda Batra cherry house!"

Halimah was silent.

"Apo nan in the harokan of ambo? ambo indak karajo doh bun! sadonyo pitih from Uda Batra! inyo nan tunggak mancari pitih! tau on bundo!"

Halimah threw her gaze in all directions.

"The Ambo foot is not a rayo urang, like the dream-coveted nan bundo. But, sincerenyo inyo, lai afo in other men? Suppose Siti married another jo urang, Siti can be sure if dak do nan like Uda Batra who sincerely accept Siti fan especially BUNDO!" Siti Reassert.

"Uni. saba ni. ibunyo has just healed sajo." The sisters tried to calm Siti down.

"Suster can stand still!" Siti's jerk has started to dole, because her mother is very stubborn and arrogant.

"Bundo ka kama? Ka uda Fadli right? Ambo hari ko juo!" Say Siti while carrying a bag of Halimah bundo clothes.

Bundo Halimah simply fell silent, without a word.

"Union. ingek uni, iko urabg gaek," said the sister.

Some of the people in the room started whispering. Some of them only see the side of the surface, it cannot be avoided, if they taste Siti is an ungodly child.

"Come on! amuah ka uda Fadli house. Ambo balian ko juo day ticket! let bundo marasoan tingga jo uda Fadli and bininyo!" Say Siti again.

"Eh you! Jan fashion tu jo urang gaek!" Said a woman about thirty years old while trying to record Siti on her phone.

"Eh you! jan ikuik campua you yes! Iko amak den, iko den business!" Said Siti, pointing at the woman.

"This is ges. child of the ungodly, from earlier he snapped his mother who just recovered from the stroke!" Said the woman while continuing to record Siti and Halimah's face.

"Wang calera! Matian hape! indak be polite! Don't know rasonyo is aden!" Siti Maki.

"You are polite! Den piral is the beko!"

"Put ang lae!" Siti was getting more emotional as someone tried to interfere with her affairs.

"Yes, it's a bad boy! Amak nyo surang in nyo snapping," said Halimah bundo while pointing at Siti.

"Allahu Akbar!" Siti felt really hopeless with her mother's attitude.

"No, amak nyo surang mangecekan inyo durhaka ges," said the woman as she laughed softly.

Siti can no longer. He put the bag belonging to the Halimah bundle and looked at the Halimah bundle carefully.

"Now giko bun, if for the bundo ambo is a child durhako, apo bundo indak know, ado juo amak durhako in the world ko?" Ask Siti.

Bundo Halimah turned her face away and smiled cynically.

"Entah apo wrong ambo and uda Batra. Now the bundo is healed. Kok bundo indeed nio tingga jo uda Fadli, pai lah. Siti indak ka malarang doh," said Siti with a face that looks very desperate. But Halimah's bundo never answered. He kept smiling and throwing his face away.

Siti could not stand it anymore, especially the whispers of people in the room who said that she was an ungodly child. Then Soti took out some cash and gave it to Halimah bundo.

"It's pitih to bundo pai ka da Fadli's house. Whenever bundo ka return, Siti wait for bundo in rented Siti. Bundo Niar lai tau di ma kontakan Siti," said Siti. Then he put the cash on the table.

"Huuu...! Your bastard son!" Everyone cheered, as Siti left the room.

There was no day without tears, as long as Siti kept the Halimah bundo in the hospital. And now even when Halimah's bundo healed, the woman who had given birth to herself also humiliated herself in front of the crowd. Siti's heart began to petrify, there was a sense of annoyance, regret and also a little curse his mother who never once gave her appreciation. Whatever he did was always wrong.even though he was a daughter, which in the Minangkabau custom, he was the successor of the clan and called the son who became the successor of the Gadang house.

"She!"

Just getting off the motorcycle he was riding, he called Batra who was watching the handyman who was building his parents' house.

Batra turned his head, then he looked at Siti who was running towards him while occasionally wiping away tears. Batra already understood what was happening, although Siti had not told him what had happened.

Brukk..!

Siti dropped her body in Batra's arms, then she hugged her husband tightly while occasionally sobbing and venting her emotions and willingness.

Batra let out a long sigh, then he returned Siti's embrace tightly.

"Patience.." That was all that was said from Batra's lips.

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu aa-aku sssu-had no idea la-lagi da," said Siti, stammered.

"Why?" Batra asked, trying to look at his wife's face.

"Bundo. hu hu hu hu." This time Siti really cried roaring like a child. Of course, seeing Siti like that, invites curiosity of the people around her.

"Why bundo? Didn't he say Bundo could go home? Did something happen to Bundo?" Batra asked with a worried-looking face.

Seeing the people who began to arrive to find out, Batra also understood, if later his family problems will be an easy target for the gossip makulung. Batra was very respectful of his wife's family name. Then quickly, Batra also invited Siti to pull over and calm Siti, so that Siti can tell her about what happened.

A handyman brought a glass of water without asking for it. Batra smiled and thanked the handyman. After Siti drank the water, Batra immediately tried to calm Siti by gently rubbing her back.

Siti slowly began to tell what she had just experienced, to the husband. Batra was only able to listen to Siti's story carefully, without even cutting the grievance of his wife.

"Siti is defiant, huh da? Siti was wrong, because Siti let the bundo go?" Ask Siti, in between her sobs.

Batra smiled and gently rubbed Siti's cheeks, while looking at her lovingly.

"You gave me money, right?" Ask Batra.

Siti nodded slowly.

"Yes not bad dong. The ungodly one, already snapped, let and did not care. If you still give money, the sign is that you have not been disobedient," Batra said as he sucked on Siti's hair covering her sweaty forehead.

"Endlessly outrageous da! It's obvious uda Fadli is the same as his wife. He doesn't remember if he had a stroke because of uda Fadli? Does he want to die in uda Fadli's house? Look at that uda Fadli and his super-fussy wife!" Say Siti fiery.

"Hust. istighfar darling. Died, not died."

"Well, that means it!" Said Siti, pursing her chin.

"What the hell are you afraid of? If that's the bundo choice, let it go."

"Are you?" Siti frowned and looked at Batra closely.

"I mean tuh, we see how many days he lasts? A day? two days? or two and a half days? Don't worry about it. Hold uda's talk, later bundo will come back and want to stay with us."

Siti was stunned, both eyes were facing upwards and her face looked like she was thinking hard.

"God turns back the heart. God is also a guide. It's possible to get there later, you get a hint from uda Fadli and his wife. Well, thank goodness they have repented and are willing to accept bundo. Otherwise, Bundo would have come back here anyway, what are you doubting? Maybe all this time Bundo always considered whatever you did was wrong and not pleasing in his heart. But you're aware of nothing?"

"What da?" Siti asked, wiping her tears.

"Listen to me carefully, my dear, and this cam is in your heart and mind."

"Yes what? hunted da.." Siti was starting to look impatient.

"The old man is like a child. And you believe it, no, that a child can only act on people who are actually very close to him. With the person who understands him the most. With someone who wants to touch him. Remember, do our children want to be fussy or act with other people's mothers? the answer is not, right?"

Siti shook her head slowly.

"Well, right now, think of you as the MOTHER for the bundo. Understand and follow what he wants at this time. And the two of us, just focus on building this house. Later, when the bundo comes home, God willing he will be happy to see his house is standing again."

Siti fell silent and looked at Batra so admiring the figure of her husband.

"Darling, you already know what bundo looks like. It's good we don't take any heart he says. Today, we as children and also parents to our elderly mother or father, if we still have a father. Just be patient, focus on our goals and our dreams. When the bundo comes back, suppose that his presence brings sustenance for us. Because bearing parents, it is the same as inviting sustenance. Kalu is not us, who else? Don't be sad, hug."

Batra spread her hands wide.

"Oh Allah and Kanduang! Beloved, ambo male, cinto ambo, segalanyo ambo!" Siti jumped into Batra's embrace and held her tightly.

"I love you too my dear. Don't ever cry again in your face. You are the queen to me. The queen's crying?" Said Batra while looking at Siti and holding both cheeks Siti with talapak hands.

"Yeahaa...! Siti does not know anymore that uda who is not the husband of Siti. If not uda, surely Siti has long divorced Siti's husband."

"Hus! You're my ribs, period! There's no if!" Said Batra while pursing his chin.

"Indak. Only a uda. Uda, no other!" Siti Reassert.

Batra laughed and hugged Siti back tightly. But even though his lips were smiling, there was a feeling of worry in his mind.

"Is Bundo okay? Is Bundo today so to Batam? O Allah, give salvation to the servant-in-law." Pinta Batra was far in the corner of her most sincere heart.