TALAQ
Part 100 TALAQ
My never-ending divorce trial added to the work of the Ringgo mas, really makes me tired of inner birth, Afriana my daughter is the only one who makes me survive until now, so far, when I remember the actions of Mr. Ringgo I can only cry in my heart, how not as strong as my efforts in maintaining my household all feel in vain. I issued a letter of demand from the Ringgo mas, I read at a glance, I really did not expect if the Ringgo mas listed the demands of the gono gini treasure in his demand letter, my household was destroyed just because of the treasure.
I came home from work as usual at the father's pick up, so that in front of my house look at my house which has just stood upright umbrella, still on the ground floor, red bricks, windows and doors are still using plywood, too, with a cynical smile I said" If the treasure is made in the household size, yes this is how."
My heart was so tired, I didn't shower right away I put my bag on the table, I sat in the middle room chair, my house was so quiet, my, every day only I occupy because my son is more often in my parents' house, what else since the Ringgo mas bothers me and Afriana, my son should not sleep in my house.
"You, definitely can Fah." My inner self to encourage myself.
I got up from my seat, I cleaned myself up, I did my usual activities, tonight I decided to sleep in my parents' house, I slept three with Afriana and my mother.
When Afriana was asleep and lulled by her dreams I looked at my son's face, the face of Afriana who was innocent and at a young age had to face the divorce situation of her parents, her parents, and her parents, I wipe my tears that by themselves flow wet my cheeks.
"Well, be patient you can!" advice my mother who did not know since when to enter the room.
"Yet!"
I hugged my mother and broke my tears.
"We go to the next room don't let your son wake up." take my mother.
My mother led me to wake up, and we both went to the next room, where there was already a father who had just closed his Quran.
"Istiqfar, Fah." advice you so see me.
I sat on the bed in my mother's arms, while the father remained in his seat.
"Sir, sir, am I so evil?" my brother in a hoarse voice among my tears "It never occurred to me, if my household were to be destroyed like this, ten years I tried to be patient, to endure, to be sincere, to be honest, but what's happening now sir, Buk, I'm sorry buk sir, has tarnished the good name of the family."
My mother and I followed my father's instructions, my father led prayers and dhikr, the three of us dhikr solemnly for up to an hour, after I calmed down he told me and my mother to sleep.
In the morning when everyone had left the house, and at home there was only me and my father, I sent a letter of demand from the Ringgo to the father. You accept it and read it immediately "That's why I haven't given this land in your name, Fah" said the father when finished reading the demands of the Ringgo mas "You must remain calm, you must remain calm, I'm sure Ringgo won't win, because the land is still in my name."
"What's your next plan, Fah?" asked my mother with a very worried face.
"I will issue all the evidence, Buk including the salary slip and I will ask for a legalized certificate to the company if I really work at Pt Cakra five for many years, and I will also issue proof of my debt at the cooperative and yesterday the evidence of the motorcycle that has been pawned by the Ringgo mas." I explained trying hard.
"Do it, Fah, to be made a witness who would you choose, other than me?" ask father.
"The court asked the relatives and neighbors sir, how, in fact, I do not want the neighbors to know about my problem is so complicated sir!" my lament.
"You, ask for help Yah only, Fah, as bad as Ringgo, he is still the father of your son, Fah, as much as possible do not disgrace, let Allah repay him." advice my mother.
"Remember, Buk tomorrow Saturday I go to Jamal's mass house, to ask for help mbak Yah." I replied.
Because it was a little afternoon I went to the office with my father in between, today I arrived at the office on time, as usual.
"Mbak, Fah later in the day we have a meeting with investors right?" ask Chess sir who is in front of my desk.
"Yes, sir, all the files are ready, we have to go to the hotel at one o'clock in the afternoon, don't be late." I'm polite.
"What, are there other obstacles?" ask the Chess.
"Inshaallah everything can be controlled sir." I replied with a smile.