TALAQ
Part 113 TALAQ
Afriana who was very tired and sleepy when finished praying Isya' immediately entered my mother's room and slept quickly, he said, because my parents and my sister were still in the mosque I accompanied Afriana on my parents' bed and did not feel like I was sleeping.
"Fah, Fah, wake up where you want to sleep." my mother woke me up while shaking my body.
"Emmmmm... What time is it." said I who was still half conscious.
"Hour half-nine." said my mother who had just returned from the mosque.
I sat on the bed to collect an even life and leaned against the wall.
"If you are tired of sleeping here let your father take care of your house" said my mother again while keeping her face.
"New bus coming home?" I ask with a life that is really not even perfect.
"Yes, I was still talking to mothers about yasinan." jawan my mother who sat in the bed.
"Jatah yasinan at my house would not ask next week just the book after the completion of the divorce trial next week I want to start renovating the house, let it look neat" I said still lethargic.
"Not all the renovations, Fah? Not what, if it has been renovated clean and neat, most renovations a month are completed, anyways if you ask next week too mepet," suggested my mother "I tuh sometimes wonder the same you, Fah, Fah, work as a secretary to make time kok yo still selenco to, Fah, Fah." joked my mother.
"Yes wes, sleepo, let your father sleep in your house." said my mother, I don't know what he did I don't know either.
The cold of the night crept in peace, the sound of the jankrik dominated in the silence of the night under the moonlight, and the sound of hungry mosquitoes were chatting while wandering to find prey.
Like my message to my mother, at two o'clock in the morning my mother woke me up to join the tahajud prayer congregation with my father and sister, my mother, both my parents always prayed tahajud at two o'clock in the evening because three o'clock had to go to the market to walk. The five of us performed tahajud prayers in the small mosque in my parents' house, and often the father who became a priest. Since the age of twelve, he always taught his children to pray regularly even though only two rakaat only, and the father was always the priest.
This kind of atmosphere that I always dreamed of in building a household, but God willed another, during the household together with the Ringgo mas, never even though the Ringgo would be my prayer priest and Afriana. Advice for advice I give to the Kinggo even every chant of my prayers I always call the name of the Ringgo so that the Ringgo mas can be a good family priest for me and my children.
Destiny, yes all return to the destiny that God has outlined in the path of my life, maybe this is one of my destiny, I was in TALAK by mas Ringgo at the age of my marriage that runs already ten years , although the divorce is not what I dreamed but all I have to live with, maybe this is the best for me.
Because of my busyness I have not had time to write an answer to the demand letter of the Ringgo mas, this afternoon after the office I decided to reread and write the answer because the day after my next divorce trial. All the evidence I have obtained and witnesses have also, just write a letter and photograph the coffee as the judge requested, all must be in a copy of three sheets. Saru sheet for court documents, one sheet to give to the Ringgo mas and one sheet for me to hold myself.
I reread the letter of demand from Kinggo before I wrote the answer, not even once or twice I read it, my heart really rumbled, mixed, between angry, angry, hated and disappointed by all the demands that Ringgo made on me.
With mixed feelings I also wrote a letter of reply, even I with the heart to demand back, especially with the treasure gono gini mas Ringgo dikuntutkan me, even I clearly wrote all my earnings at the beginning of the marriage until the end of the marriage. People say I'm cruel or I'm evil I don't care, the most important thing now is that I have to keep my rights including gini and Afriana's custody, I'm really not willing if Afriana's custody falls in the hands of Ringgo.