TALAQ
Part 03 TALAQ

"Assalamu'alaikum" I entered my parents' house, after parking the motorbike on my porch.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, has Fah returned? " sawut my mother who was sitting in front of the TV while nguntili (binding) freshly picked vegetables from the rice fields and some from neighbors, to be sold to the market later tonight.

"Yes, Buk, it just so happens that there's not much work" I replied as I put ice cream in the fridge at my parents' house.

"Afri, fussy not buk?" ask my mother

"No, from the same Nafis, now join Nafis ngajar njai in mushola" replied ibuk while staying focused on his vegetables.

My parents next to the farmers were also vegetable traders at the suburban market. And the neighbors usually sell kebon vegetables to my parents there is a small amount there is a large amount. So in addition to taking vegetables from the middleman also take vegetables from the neighbors.

I immediately rushed to enter my own house, the house I built thanks to God's permission through my hard work.

Take off the shoes, put the bag, and rush to take a shower as soon as Afriana and Nafisa come home from the mosque. I've been so grateful since Nafisa

After the shower I put my clothes in the closet, because last night after Ringgo left and made the contents of the closet mess I have not had time to clean it.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Buk" Afriana said a greeting and went straight into the room

"Wa'alaikum hail, have you gone home? Where did the salary go?" much

"Today, I climbed up to 20 buk juz" Afriana replied happily as she placed her Qur'an on top of the plastic cupboard where her book was.

"Alhamdulillah, smart son of Ibuk" said I with a smile of happiness while continuing to fold clothes scattered on the floor

Afriana is happy to help me pack my clothes until the time of entering the magrib prayer. Afriana and I immediately rushed to take Ar wudhu to perform the magrib prayer service in congregation with anaku.

After the magrib I entered my parents' house to eat, well today I did not cook so my son and I ate at my parents' house.

Until 9 pm my son and I gathered at my parents' house, we had a light conversation without talking about the departure of the Ringgo mas. About the problems I had with my two brothers living outside the city and outside the village they had not known about it yet, because we had not told him.

Saturday morning activity at the factory as usual was only half a working day, and the staff who were in the office were on holiday only the production and packing parts came in.

My job is to supervise other workers in packing cigarettes and checking the neatness and the amount that has been packed. Make a report of the number of stocks that are ready to be input into the warehouse

During the day, Rani and Nina were waiting for me in the motorcycle parking lot to go home together. The three of us slid together towards the new house Mbak Rani who just bought in the housing near my house. I'm so happy that means I have a close workmate at my house.

Dan Nina helped Rani's mother only until 5pm, and Rani continued cleanly with her husband. Nina so nginap in my house, my house includes a spacious with a size of 7 x12 square meters.

Even though my house is not luxurious Nina is very happy every time I stay in my house, my family also know Nina quite well because she is actually a cousin of my sister-in-law.

"Assalamu'alaikum Buk, "said me and Nina when entering my parents' house after finishing bathing.

"What kind of cooking is Buk?" I asked as I approached the mother who was standing in front of the stove.

"Let me cook Buk" said Nina politely, Nina was used to my house or my mother's house

"Please just sambelnya Nin, Fah, please you get a nugget in the refrigerator Afri ask nugget!" said my mother who kept frying tempeh.

Nina deftly directly mengolek sambel terasi concoction that has been fried by my mother. Towards the adzan magrib we have finished cooking, the father just entered the house after seeing the state of rice in the rice fields not far from home.

After the magrib Adiku Fauzan had just returned from his workplace, and Afriana and Nafisa had also just returned from the mosque.

We all had dinner together at my parents' second house with a makeshift menu, sambel terasi, tempeh goreng, oseng kates, krupuk and nugget for Afriana.

"Alhamdulillah" said Nina happy after full" Osengnya delicious not too bitter"

"You want to teach him how to cook, Nin, let's not bitter? " ask my mother while eating.

"You, Buk" replied Nina happily

"You guys tomorrow so help Rani?" ask my mom and Nina

"So, Buk" I replied and Nina at the same time "Af, tomorrow come along Ibuk what at home?" ask my son

"Basok will be invited by Mr. Lek to the bird market, so I do not join Ibuk" said Afriana Anaku.

Finish eating Me, Nafisa and Nina shoulder to shoulder washing dishes and packing food containers on the mat. Our family prefers to eat sitting on the floor with a mat, while watching TV more relaxed.

"Sorry, tomorrow if Afri asks for something like - do not do it, then the habit" I said reminded Nafisa, although I know Afriana does not like asking for strange - strange.

"Yes, Ma'am, Afri, that's all you ask for is fruit and ice cream, Ma'am, nothing more nor much" replied Nafisa while arranging dishes on a dish rack in the kitchen. 

Finished washing the dishes we all gathered in the front room of the TV while watching my mother's favorite TV show. We chatted and joked around sometimes commenting on the ongoing TV show. 

When the night began to spread all the creatures on earth were already asleep with his dream. But my eyes still can not be closed still teengiang - ngiang in my ear about the remark of Kinggo mas yesterday.

I was just a woman, no matter how strong I was, the clear grains kept flowing from the pulupuk my eyes with a rush.

Just to my Rob I threw it all together, I bowed in tears and begged for mercy on my Rob. Only to my Rob could I complain freely, after being satisfied I complained, I opened the holy verse of the Qur'an hoping to calm my shaken soul. Yes, it is only the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an that can calm my soul, the wounded soul of the son of man. The soul of the human child is being struck by a calamity caused by the children of the shepherd who gnawed at him.

"Yes, Allah taught me to be sincere in accepting this destiny "my prayer at the end of the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an, while closing the Qur'an, closing my eyes and kissing the mush of the Qur'an in my arms.