M. Raudah bunch of short stories

M. Raudah bunch of short stories
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In the segment of twig ants ants travel in tandem. Sekuning day light. Constant dew dripping this morning, had long since dried up. Childbirth dust. Among ants alongside, one of them, slipping down. Just above the leaf that sailed along the water flow. The current is very slowly, like a caterpillar crawling on the fault-fault branches.
The man was stunned. Chronic gaze. No off at branches, leaves, ants, caterpillars, and the flow of water flowing. It was still light sekuning. At the man's forehead was recorded load lines. So blurry.
His mind flew back on the edge of the bed. The woman, his wife, sobbing. He was like a lost word. Not able to do.
"Anyway, I want to split. I want a divorce. Point! "
The man was silent. His heart was getting dark.
"When Brother does not want, do not blame if later the house is filled with stone."
He was just sitting on the edge of the bed. Her lips were still closed. His left hand slowly opened the drawer which is located not far nearby. Taking a cigarette, burn it, then suck it deep.
His gaze was nailed on the wall. At a wedding poto dependent. There is happiness clearly etched there. A golden frame, add the complete happiness of the two figures depicted there eternity.
The man was still silent. Only his eyes that spreads to every side and corner rooms. He still remembered, how the room has witnessed the most trustworthy. By considering the heart heats up.
By the woman he was willing to sacrifice everything. But what he got. Basic prostitute prostitute. Most loved women more than anything it had to destroy it that way.
"I'm pregnant, Bang." She was full of happy hug. The man was pulled back abruptly.
"Why, Bang?" The woman's eyes began to mirror. Most dreamed of happiness as simply disappear. "Is something wrong?"
"Brother is not happy with the presence of our children?" She shook the man's body. "Or Abang think that no-no about me?"
He was just silent. There are loads he could not say. There are the words that split into fragments shapeless. Since then he preferred familiarizing yourself with the distance tree that grows right on the edge of the ditch behind his house. Dialogue with silence. Chat with lonely. His heart was empty so empty.
For days, even through the eighth month, he was always like that, if no other activity which forced him to hunt with time. Then shouts, screams, cries she always burned every lack berdayaannya.
"Let's go to the doctor, check the DNA," said the woman stammered.
The man was still silent.
"I will never check this content," rushed her tears, "if Brother does not want to come check-up, too!"
Slap! The words such as repeatedly slapped. But he also did not want to talk. Shame, anger and disappointment turns.
"Brother can not go on like this forever," she said, wiping tears, "Silence will never solve everything!"
The man was still silent.
"Talk!" She was screaming for dear life, "Talk!"
The woman kept menceracau. Shout. Screamed. Ran to and fro. He went on and tore his hair. A good cry.
"If the pregnancy is the problem, then I would abort. Although age has been in the baby's birth month. Or we should be divorced! "She kept screaming, 'Coward! Sissy! We are divorced! Listen! I turn to divorce! "
"Shut up!"
The man groaned. Gundahnya exploded. Cigarette who had been dependent on the sidelines of his finger, jumped away. Narrowly missing her. Women's inflamed.
"I want a divorce! Point! "
"Shut up! When I say quiet, quiet! "
"I will never rest, if Brother does not tell me about the attitude during this Abang. Abang hatred is so sudden to me, especially to prospective child. And I will never rest, except for Brother divorce me. I want a divorce! "
"I hate you! I hate the kid in kandungamu! I hate my own self! "
"Why? What's wrong? "She urged," should be proud Abang. Proud of our son's presence. Your son, Bang!. "
"That's not my son. Look it's not my son! "
"So, indirectly I do it with someone else. Brother thought I had committed adultery, I'm having an affair?! "
"Anyway, it's not my child. Point! "
The man then walked away. His soul a groan. She went to countless defeats, leaving the woman. Women who stacked pile of fury.
In the segment of twig ants ants travel in tandem. Sekuning day light. Constant dew dripping this morning, had long since dried up. Childbirth dust. Among ants alongside, one of them, slipping down. Just above the leaf that sailed along the water flow. The current is sometimes hard, sometimes very slowly, like a caterpillar crawling on the fault-fault branches.
The wind was blowing between the leaves. Passed away. More days went orange. The distance from the distance the sound of someone inviting worried.
"You fainted, Bang. Fast. The operation to walk! "
Like the wind, so he flew. Through all the anxiety. Shame spread. How long ago he wanted to say that he was not able to give offspring to his wife. Continue inner rebel. Pleasure to have already pushed the child away. But now his wife pregnant? His wife was diope the garage. His wife, ah. And she never once consulted the doctor of the content. He had no fear that absurdly, if caught. Like the wind, so he came. Welcoming the doctor who came out of surgery such as fear and pleasure.
"Congratulations!"
"Thanks, Doc. What her son, Doc. Sehatkan, Doc? "
"Children who?" Doctor furrowed brow. He then smiled, "Ooo, no. Your wife is not pregnant. Lady hit by a tumor. And we managed to lift it. Now are resting. "
"But he said ... pregnant?"
As fast flowing water currents, so he slipped. As quickly coming, so fast did he go. Glad and hate just like that comes after another.

2006-08