The betrayal of my husband
Promo Novel: SUNDIRAH

Title: SUNDIRAH

Author: Pomegranate Rhujiwati

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Sundirah is a young girl of twenty years of age. Just a country girl, pretty, but also smart. Even if only the son of a coconut picker. He still has high spirits.

"Sundirah, wait for the mas to return. No matter how big you want to be, Father and Mother, will not dampen our good intentions." Mahendra tightly hugged Sundirah.

The sobbing of Sundirah further made Mahendra nelangsa's heart.

Mahendra is the son of a prominent copra master in the city. Acres of fields and tens of thousands of trees. Able to employ many men as coconut pickers in the fields and as domestic workers for women.

Mahendra must go to the other country for the sake of the wishes of parents.

under the pretext of fostering knowledge, but behind reason, there is a factor of not willing boys they have to knit love with the girl child of a coconut picker.

Ndoro Atmosiman is a male figure who has aged yet, still holds the authority, decisiveness and strong ambition. He is the father of Mahendra.

Madam Karmilah woman who is gentle, patient, tenacious still looks veined beauty and youthful.

This bond of love is so complicated, Mahendra's departure is not out of will.

But an attempt by parents to separate their love.

"go away, reach for your mind I will wait for you to return." The more tears flowed down the cheeks.

"Get us love yourself, as hard as life is with Dad's pressure on me. I'll keep coming back to you." Mahendra took off his arms while turning around to leave Sundirah.

after a few steps Mahendra turned back

"Dirah mas will send a letter every week, after arriving in the opposite country." Mahendra's sweet smile ended his speech.

Sundirah just looked at the departure of Mahendra, his body slumped slowly rested in the dug area on the edge of the coconut field.

Meanwhile, Mahendra has moved away with heavy steps leaving sundirah alone.

Gubug is full of silent stories, uniting their love of the human child, with various dreams and promises that are now on the verge of uncertainty.

As dusk turned yellow in the western horizon, dozens of birds flew back to the nest. The song of longing is not enough to entertain the taste.

Sundirah stepped gamang but definitely returned home at the end of the village on the edge of the rice field.

"Dirah..dari it's getting dark you just came home ndok?"Yatemi greeted Dirah with a question.

"nggih Mak. a lot of laundry in the mansion." Sundirah's lie as he passed into the room.

"Mak.. mbak Dirah like a new cry, is there a mistake working huh Mak?..." Warti the adek looks at the situation of the brother.

"huusshh, uwis ora need Melu melu, your mother may be tired." Yatemi tries to brush off the same thoughts as Warti.

The night has changed into a beautiful morning. The great-grandson of the birds evokes Sundirah leaving sweet but pseudo dreams.

"Mom, Sundirah is leaving first." Pamit Dirah looks without spirit.

"Dirah, what happened to you?" Mr. Suyud's voice while sucking his favorite tobacco.

"Just a little soybeans sir." Dirah answered while Salim and saying goodbye to go to do routine at the house of Atmosiman as a laundry and tidying up the house.

Yatemi walked over sitting on the nimble that Suyud was sitting on.

"Sir! She's not her usual self, Ono Opo Yo sir?" Ask Ms. Yatemi.

"Father suspect den Mahendra son ndoro Atmosiman there is romance with Dirah bu." Answer Mr. Suyud while again sucking his tobacco twine.

"Oh sir.pak! sampaan Iki loh kok dream, where can our son establish a relationship with den Hendra that there will embarrass the family Ndoro Atmosiman." cerocos Bu Yatemi while carrying linjing with vegetables to bring to the market

"Warti let's go! we're leaving, we'll be in the afternoon."

"call mak, sir! Warti went to the market first." Pamit Warti's.

Suyud also moved from his original seat and stepped into the nyiur field to pick coconuts, or clean the tip of the coconut tree so as not to become a nest of kwangwung pests.

While in the residence of Ndoro Atmosiman, there was an unusual uproar.

"Hendra will fulfill the desire of father to study in Negri sebrang, but do not be forced by the desire of Father to marry with the choice of Father." Mahendra's loud voice filled the room.

"if you hadn't passed this on, then who else was Hendra? the decision is with Dad, go! and come back to fulfill your duty!" No less loud sound Atmosiman, while holding the left chest breath tight stinged and then leaned on the chair he was sitting in.

"Mas!" karmilah screamed as he ran closer, as well as Mahendra swiftly embracing the body of the Father.

Atmosiman fainted!

"Thole, how's this?" Crying karmilah.

along with the furore, the slamet-running pack came closer to help lift Atmosiman to a wider bale-bale.

mbok Surip without being told to come with a glass of water.

"Mas, wake up! don't be like this. patient don't be emotional." Isak Karmilah while rubbing Atmosiman's forehead,

In a corner of the room Sundirah stood behind the peeking sketches that had occurred. Sundirah's lips trembled withstanding the cries, sorrow, and regret that he was difficult to accept at this time, but all must happen.

"Welcome! Kowe ngopo ndok?" Speak mbok Surip while stroking the shoulder Dirah.

"Eh mbok ?". Shaken Dirah while closing his mouth, tears melted on Sundirah's smooth cheeks.

"I remember my father." Answer Hirah.

"Take this as a lesson, every parent just wants their child to be the best." Advice mbok Surip, while pulling his hands back.

"Have come back to work, the problem den Mahendra with ndoro Atmosiman let those who finish, we finish the task only behind" said Surip, with a smile.

"How is this Gusti?" Inner Self the more fear of love without blessing this will incise a wound so deep. Regretting will not give the best way, this has become a mistake and he has to face himself.

If a regret is an experience, then wisdom is a great thing contained in it.

Adhering to emotions and passions will only be detrimental, and regret is not for lamentation.

During the day it clouded a combi car parked in front of the spacious courtyard. Slamet was busy carrying a suitcase and putting it in the car.

Mahendra waved his hand as the car drove slowly and disappeared around the corner.

It is clear that the look of the face of Karmilah restrains the sadness of parting with his only child.

The atmosphere guides the shoulders of the car to go inside.

Evening arrived, Suyud deliberately invited Sundirah to go home together, through the back door that became the main house boundary with a rose page, which was a flower, orchids where every day karmilah spend time to garden beloved flowers.

"Sugeng sonten madam." Hail Suyud when he saw the karmilah sitting beside the fish pond while sowing food.

"Mongos!" Keep looking at the side.

"Pinarak kang Suyud, would you like to pick up Dirah?" Ask karmilah.

"So, you guys want me to mamit dirah not to go to work tomorrow madam." Suyud replied while bowing his body.

"I approve of Suyud!" The sound of Atmosiman is heard. I turned and retreated closer to mya.

"Oh yes Suyud, I want to talk to you for a minute tomorrow at the coconut field in the village of Mbelik". Atmosiman said while smiling with dignity.

Suyud bowed again, Sundirah appeared.

He felt his unusual father pick him up and go home together.

"Mr!" Mumbled as he approached.

"Ndoro, madam! I'm home." Said Dirah while looking down politely.

Suyud hugged himself with his pancal bike. Many questions flashed in Sundirah's mind but could not even a single word spoken from his lips.

Arriving at the house Suyud immediately wash his feet and hands on the padasan in front of the side of the house, then sit behind the lacquer.

Sitting sighed deeply, and made his caping as a fan.

"Loh sir! how come you're home?" Yatemi.

"Yes Mak, that's your son to be ashamed of!" grouse suyud.

"Loh sir.. Both of our children yes! not just my son. Piye until Ikih's?" Omel softly yatemi while pushing suyud's shoulder.

"Mr tomorrow Ndoro Siman asks me to meet him." Suyud's story opens a conversation.

"Ngopo sir? maybe I'll raise my salary, sir." Hirang Yatemi while fixing her sitting position.

" I think it's because of our son Mak." while scooping his hands Suyud replied.

"Welcome! what happened to Dirah sir?. damage their clothes or tucked in work?" Cerocos Yatemi's

"Teledor in carrying himself?" Suyud then went into the house

"Loh Piye anyway even sewot pak e." Yatemi was still confused by the news that Suyud had brought to arrive.

"Dirah, tomorrow do not have to work first, earlier father was saying right.tomorrow help mom alone in the market." suyud's message when he saw Harti and Dirah in the one sitting in front of the handler while heating food for them.

"Sign sir." replied Dirah and Warti in unison.

lincak \= long bench of bamboo

rinjing\= big basket of bamboo

sonten\= afternoon

mbelik\= spring source

padasan\= shower

caping\= hat made of bamboo

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