Cracks of Love
Invitation

The next day, Amanda's father came to see me. He apologized to me for yelling at me. To apologize, he invited me to dinner.

"Sorry Ms. Kaila before, single mother right. But ma'am, don't misunderstand me. This is Amanda asking Mom to come home for dinner. I got info if Mom is single parent, sorry Mom is not me mocking or insulting. I want to make Amanda Mom happy. Because he is at home feeling lonely. Maybe I can take Mom's kids home, play with Amanda" Amanda's dad said.

"I don't feel good, sir, if I come to your house. No doubt, besides my son a lot sir there are 4. Roused later at the house of the Father, make a mess of the house because my children make riots," said I refused.

"Oh Ma'am, how'd ya. Amanda must be having another chat with me, Gini aja deh Bu, consider it as a teacher visit to the place of her students," persuaded Amanda's father.

"If the visit alone, it could be noon Pak out I taught from school," I said.

"Yes ma'am, it's okay. I am very grateful to Mom. I also apologize for my previous behavior. Oh yeah Amanda said, mom bought me a new uniform when Amanda's clothes got wet. How much ma'am, everyone let me change Mom's money" said Amanda's father.

"No need sir, no need to change" I said.

"This is Mom, take it. I hope enough." Say Amanda's father while giving me the envelope. He kept forcing me to take the white envelope and I was forced to take the white envelope.

"Thank you, sir, I'm taking this, '" I said, receiving an envelope from him.

"Oh yeah I haven't introduced myself, my name is Andi. Thank you very much Ma'am, then excuse me first" Andi said.

"Yes sir, please," I said.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

As usual I went home with Adam my third child, because Adam was in school where I was teaching. About 30 minutes drive home. Cia and Caca were home 1 hour ago.

I entered the room, and cleaned my body. It feels very sticky this body and tired. After the bath, I took my medicine and I poured down my tired body. The mattress is the best place to straighten my bones.

I don't want to remember my past, if I always remember the past then I won't fight for the future. It's a long journey, to raise my four children.

I just remembered about the envelope from Amanda's father, I opened the envelope, when I opened the envelope, surprised by the amount.

"God 2 million, I just bought him a 200k uniform. The promise of God is real if we are charitable then it will be replaced 10 times. Buy a uniform 200 grand, help 2 million," I murmured.

I will use the money to pay my son, I am grateful. It's children's sustenance. Enough for Cia and Caca's pay for 1 month.

I don't expect money from my ex. He did not give a living to his four children, his flesh and blood. Men are not responsible. Let it be with my hands, I will educate my children. Even though I squeeze my sweat to make money.

"Kaila, have you taken your medicine?" ask Bundaku.

"Had Bun, I had taken my bath, I took the medicine" I replied.

We don't know what's going to happen in the future. Now I'm having trouble finding money for my four children. This is what I'm afraid of, why I used to defend that hell marriage because my dependents were four. People just say, 'what's divorced for what's maintained, ' it's really nice that they talk like that. The one who feels the distress is me.

Sometimes in my mind, don't say much if you don't feel. But now I have a car. My ex is also married to his mistress. For me, let Allah not sleep, and He still sees the deeds of his servants.

I smile in front of the mirror sometimes, not because I'm crazy. Because I tried to strengthen myself and said in the mirror, "Kaila you can! you can do it!."

Every night I talk to my kids. I ask Cia and Caca if they have pr then I will teach them, thankfully I graduated S1 majoring in Electrical Engineering education at a university in Jakarta, the country too. 1 campus with my ex-husband and also one campus with author hehehe.

Actually this author, a quiet guy doesn't talk much, but he's always been nice to me. Take me to the mosque when I go to college. Ah I'm ashamed if I remember my college days. Because if you say close to the author but not too close too. That's how our friendship is.

I can be conscious also because of the support of my friends, because it is the sincerity of their love and prayer that God hears and I can be saved. Imagine if I kept lamenting about my situation, I was crazy and then my children how it would be. Who took care of my four children. My family's support also strengthened me.

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In the morning, I prepared my children. First I bathed the little guy and then I told Cia, Caca and Adam to take a bath. I prepared breakfast for my four children. The cuisine is simple but my children are greedy to eat it. The menu is fried rice and omelet.

Cia and Caca were escorted to school by Abahku.before leaving for school I always asked, "Something left behind?" they will check again first if they are sure there is nothing left then they just left with my brother.

They hugged and kissed me and said goodbye to me. The little one I put on my lap and Adam set out with me. I drive my red scooter. Being a parent to my students while at school. Teaching them the materials they need to learn.

"Assalamu'alaikum De," said Mba Tina.

"Waalaikumsalam Mba," he said back to him.

"How about class this morning, there are students who act again at you De," asked Mba Tina.

"Alhamdulilah Mba, nothing strange. Anyway, the director yesterday called the three kids who bullied Amanda. So they don't dare to act anymore" I replied.

"How was it in the classroom, when you taught him?" ask Mba Tina.

"The child is very quiet Mba, not much talk. If asked well he replied, if not asked he was silent and less socializing with his friends. There may be trauma" I replied.

"There needs to be a De approach, you're the guardian of the class" said Mba Tina.

"Yes Mba, God willing," I said.

'Astagfirullah.I have an appointment with his father Amanda after school, forget me, ' my inner self.

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