Regret Room
Bereft

The plane carrying Seruni finally reached the city of Malang, but he had to find a travel car that would take him to a village where he was born and raised first.

It has been ten years since Seruni set foot in the village. I don't know what he's doing now. Seruni exited the airport field while dragging a medium-sized suitcase also grabbed the sweater she was wearing. He will probably be in the village until seven days of his mother's death.

"Sir, can I find a travel that can take me to this village?" tanya Seruni to a taxi driver who was sleepy waiting in the airport parking lot.

"Sorry, Neng, I overslept. This Neng asked what was that?" ask the old man.

"I want to go to the village, sir. But getting there must be by travel or bus. If the bus doesn't seem to be there any more tonight."

"Where do I see the address, Neng."

The man looked at the address listed on the map that was being shown by Seruni.

"Well, this is far enough. But if Neng wants to, let me deliver."

"Can you?" ask Seruni with gratitude.

The man nodded. Seruni gave thanks for it. Then the taxi driver stuffed Seruni's suitcase into the trunk. Then he immediately started the car engine with Seruni who was already sitting inside.

"That night Neng?" ask the driver after they are on their way.

"My mother died a few hours ago, sir. I just came from Jakarta." Seruni answered him softly.

"Patient, yes, Neng. Death is painful because it is the beginning of separation, but lamenting is also not good. May Neng be strong."

Seruni nodded. He was grateful that the old taxi driver wanted to drive him. He also had a chance to worry if he had to ride travel considering the many crimes that often occur in passenger transport cars like that.

Seruni on the journey that will be taken approximately three hours it can only be silent at this time. His head was leaning against the car window, feeling a little sleepy. Slowly, his tears flowed in memory of the sorrow that came back. Her relationship with her mother has been strained since her mother remarried the drunk.

But it has been, since successfully breaking Tobi's head to leak, it is also like finding a new Seruni because it coincides with that too, he has been desecrated and abandoned by Bima.

Ah, Bima! Why should Seruni go back to remembering the man who had grown dashing. Seruni's heart was again stabbed with prolonged pain every time he remembered Bima. Three hours drive finally Seruni arrived in front of the gate. In a few moments he will pass through the uninhabited house. Seruni pressed down on his chest instantly, tears just flowing out of it every time he flashed in front of him.

"Strength, Run, strong!" hiss Seruni to himself.

Then passing house by house, turn by turn until arriving in front of the house which turned out to have been repaired in several parts. Perhaps, his mother set aside the money that Seruni had sent all this time to be able to repair the house little by little. Because it was night, the one waiting for his mother's body counted fingers. But there are many beautiful women that Seruni knows it is his men mak Ute.

Mak Ute rushed towards Seruni who had just got off the taxi. The Seruni Tears escaped just like that.

"Patience, Run ..."

Seruni could not speak. Some of the young men standing guard outside were staring at Seruni from top to bottom. Really long wander to make Seruni more beautiful and beautiful.

With mak Ute, Seruni stepped inside. Seruni tight-chested saw her mother in bed, covered in batik-patterned chocolate rags.

"Bus ... "Seruni knelt down, hugging her mother's corpse tightly.

"Rone ... The strong." The mak Ute workers approached and hugged the shaken Seruni. He did not see his stepfather.

"He died first, Run, a few months ago from TB."

Seruni didn't say anything. He never wanted to know the news of his wicked stepfather. After sitting quietly, Seruni grabbed the yasin in the cardboard, slowly began to read it with tears that sometimes still came down.

Until dawn, Seruni performed the ritual prayer service while complaining to the owner of life, begging for forgiveness for all his sins and the sins of the mother during this time. In the morning after being prayed, the body of Seruni's mother was buried. Seruni dressed all in black with a black shawl.

There were no more tears, but sadness was clearly still looming on her beautiful face. For the next seven days Seruni will be in the village. From a distance Tobi saw Seruni with another view. He still loves his half-brother very much. To love? Tobi himself did not understand, because after Seruni hit him with a vase of flowers and never again seen after, he even felt lost.