Suddenly a Husband
Three Great Curves (1)

"Bang, the spirit yes. May Allah ease your plan!" Ami said, providing motivation for me when I was about to visit.to Mr. Diki's house. The first person to become a big wedge for Abah and Mommy.

I chose to come to Mr. Diki's house in the afternoon, the time I think is most appropriate so as not to interfere with his rest. Come there on my old motorcycle and of course with a stock of Sanjai chips produced by me and Ami. Entering the yard of his house that is not so beautiful makes my heart beat fast. The question; whether it is accepted or not immediately comes to mind, but I try to be ordinary, my intentions good, InshaAllah will be facilitated by Allah, is not God in accordance with the prejudices of His servants. Yes, even if it has not been received with open arms, it means I have to find another way later.

"Assalamualaik." I said my greetings, giving the host pause to prepare to face his guests. One minute and two minutes, I knocked again at the door with the sound of greeting. Within seconds the door opened. My heart like to be dislodged when faced with Mr. Diki directly. I do not know d kar but understand who he is because we are still one RT. "Sir" I said, extending a hand to shake hands.

"Who?" He asked, squinting his eyes a little, maybe he was trying to recognize me and unfortunately he managed to find out who I am. "You're ustadz ustadz's son, right? Whatis yourname? You must be number two. There are three children, the first died, the second you and the third woman, right?"

Ahhh, it feels like my voice is immediately shrunk because he memorized all Abah's children. All the dialogue that I put together and memorize from home is instantly ambyar. I don't know what to say but just flow everything. Let the father begin, I follow.

"When did you come, your father sent? Or maybe he wasn't conscious yet?" the man of Abah's age smiled cynically, he opened the door wider, then went inside his house, sitting in the living room. I didn't know if he would let me in or not, but I just went in after saying my regards, and then sat in his living room which was really shabby, like unkempt.

From the photo on the wall I know his son was three, just like our family. Mr. Diki, his wife, his eldest son who used to study in Cairo, his second daughter and third daughter who yesterday had her collar pulled Abah.

"Do you know what your father did to my family? He destroyed us all out. I lost my job because of your brother's accusation, our economy became so difficult that we lived in poverty. My wife can not handle everything, inner pressure to depression. Because there was no Uann, I was unable to bring him to treatment until he eventually committed suicide. My eldest, devastated to hear the news of his mother's death, he decided to return home not to go to college because he was worried about his family's creed. My middle daughter is even more sad, seeing her family that was initially harmonious turned into a mess Finally helped destroy herself by selling themselves to be able to stay luxurious, until now somehow she, where she is, I don't know either. I can't find it either because I'm afraid of the truth. Then the flower, just hanging back and forth between the house and the mosque. He still believes, by asking God then everything will be fine again as before." Mr. Diki ended his story with a heartbreaking laugh. Hearing it, my hair immediately goosebumps. But it got even more goosebumps as he made a confession. "Your mother and father are like that because of me. I purposely came to the shaman to grant all his charges, I allied with the devil to avenge him so that he would feel what I felt!" the man shouted right in front of me.

"Hahahaha" he laughed again. "Your father said it? Heh, all this time I have never been against God, I have always lived all his commands but this is what was done to me. These are all the fruits of your deeds. So if you want to lecture me, talk to your father first!"

""My arrival here was not on my Abah's orders. I just know all the actions of Abah in the past and it is my intention to ask for the pleasure of the father. I want you to forgive both of my parents even though I know what they've done has been very fatal and hurt you and your family."

"Yes right. Your father not only hurt but destroyed our family's lives. You know how precious my daughter is and now she's ruined. There is no father more despicable than the father who caused his daughter to be destroyed and he could do nothing but cry. It's pathetic, isn't it? Now you come to apologize? You think it's that easy? If you can return all the circumstances as before I can give you an apology but otherwise don't expect an apology for your father!" Said.

Rabb, what shall I do? I racked my brain, trying to figure out a way to melt his heart.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I really can't get everything back to how it used to be even though I really wanted to. If you allow me, I will try to bring back the firstborn and the daughter of the father, allow me to find them and try to tidy up this ship that has been ravaged. InshaAllah every day I will come here to take care of my father as much as I can, while I look for my children also improve the youngest thought of the father." I said. "Here I bring souvenirs, my own production, may you like." before returning home, I gave the package I brought. The guy didn't take it, just left it on the table.

"Whatever you're going to do won't change my mind before you give it all back!" the man remained firm.

"Why sir, I understand the wound in your heart is so big because Abah, you need time to heal it. Father just like me, we are both victims of my father, only I have suffered by Abah and do not want to make myself suffer more with my narrow mind. In the world, even people who should raise, educate and protect me with love may do me unfair rights but not in the hereafter. I want to get the best reply, so I came here as my devotee to my parents who never showed me affection." I said, wiping away the tears