A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Move again

I put all my clothes and Arif's in my suitcase. While the clothes Mas Abdillah helped Ma'am Marwah put it in a suitcase. The plan today is also, after the completion of the first trial, we decided to move from a new house a few weeks ago we occupied, again looking for a new and comfortable shelter of course. I also feel uncomfortable with Mas Abdillah living with Mas Setya and his family. From today I will slowly forget the man, until the second trial is carried out. Let it be a past memory that gives me a lot of lessons. About patience and sincerity in living life.

The plan is to move to a more elite area of the current region. We will move to the area where Mr. Malik and his mother live. This was all at the suggestion of Mr. Malik himself, and without a doubt Mas Abdillah agreed to it, me too.

''You just move from that place, it is not good to be with the ex.'' said Mr. Malik flat, as we were drinking in the cafe, after returning home from the court, we stopped by the cafe first before returning to each other's homes.

''Ex-former? Not ex! Want to be a former time.'' said Mbak Ameera reply to the words of Mr. Malik, who managed to make a little smile between me and Mas Abdillah rising. As far as I know the relationship between Mr. Malik and Ameena is quite close. Naturally, Ameena did not feel hesitant anymore when talking about anything with the cold man who was Mas Abdillah's superior.

''Just the same!'' exclaim Mr. Malik again while maintaining his cool style.

''Yes, yes! Big boss Mah free.''timpal Mbak Ameera slightly snatched after that he sipped a drink in front of him.

''I am serious Abdillah. Beside the house that I and Mama occupy now there is an empty house, the occupants just moved yesterday abroad. I bought that house. You can occupy the house until whenever you want.''s bargaining Mr. Malik look serious.

''Uhuk ... Uhukk ... Uhukk ...!'' suddenly after Mr. Malik said that, Ma'am Ameera coughed a small cough while covering her mouth with her hands. Our eyes fell on him for a moment. When his cough had subsided a little, he spoke again.

''For free? I wasn't bargained for that?! Choose a lot of love to be friends.'' timpal Mbak Ameera again with eyes slightly glaring. Looks like he's joking with Mr. Malik. But, somehow I feel less like hearing his jokes that seem a little humbling me and Mas Abdillah.

''It's not free! Abdillah will work with me. Who you ask for in bargaining everything. Just go home to the house you have been living in for a long time. Your parents are too old!'' said Mr. Malik again with a discordant smile. Me and Mas Abdillah just heard. Because we didn't know anything about my young lawyer's life. We also do not want to ask, because it is not polite to ask someone's personal problems, let alone the person we just know.

''How's Hanifa?'' Mas Abdillah looked at me, he asked for my approval.

''I want to, Mas.'' I replied as I nodded my head in response.

''Well, it looks like we have to move house soon. I also felt uneasy leaving Hanifa at home when I was working. I was always in a state of anxiety, I was afraid that Setya and his wife were looking for a way to harm Hanifa.'' Mas Abdillah replied in agreement, his eyes slightly sparkling.

''OKAY. In that case, later after coming from here I will ask the waiter to clean the house that you will occupy. You can move today too. Faster is better.'' Mr. Malik spoke enthusiastically with a faint smile towards me. His smile looks so sweet. Very nice of him. I also threw a smile at him.

''Yuk home ...!'' suddenly Ma'am Ameera made a pushy sound, he stood up from his seat. After that, we went to each of our homes.

***

''We want to move again, Mother?'' arif asked softly while helping me put his clothes in the suitcase.

''Yes. We're moving again. We're moving into a new house. You know where we're moving to?'' I said with a big smile.

''Not knowing.'' My son nodded weakly.

''You know?'' ask me again, a little kidding.

''Is she. Mother made me curious.'' Arif looks curious. His clear eyes were staring at me.

''We will move to a house near the same house Oma.''

''Oma? That kind oma? Oma called Mama by Om Handsome?''

''Yes, that's right.''

''Hore ....'' Arif jumped up in excitement, his clothes were a little scattered because of his actions.

When Arif was jumping for joy, suddenly Mbak Marwah came to me and Arif.

''Non, outside there are guests, he said he wanted to meet with Non Hanifa and Den Arif.'' said Mbak Marwah politely.

''Oh well, Ma'am. Tell me, I'll see her soon.'' I replied with a smile.

After that I put Arif's clothes that stayed a little quickly into the suitcase.

''Arif, later if you meet Grandpa who is polite yes, '' I said, as Arif and I went down the stairs. Arif nodded quickly giving an answer. I knew it was my father-in-law, because he asked me repeatedly for my new address, saying he wanted to meet with Arif. The first meeting of course. I am also happy to give it. I will not forbid the family of Mas Setya to meet with Arif. Because their blood is also flowing in Arif's body. As long as they treat Arif well. Of course there's no harm.

On the table there are tea and snacks pastries and fruits, Mbak Marwah seems to have entertained guests well.

''Assalamu'allaikum Father, Mother.'' say hello. Putting on the face as cheerfully as possible. My relationship with Mas Setya may end, but not with his parents. Although I know that Mas Setya's mother has not liked me for a long time, but I will still be polite, because next to her is Dad. I have to appreciate Mom, as a form of I appreciate Dad.

''Ariff, Grandpa's grandson is very handsome.'' Dad gets off the couch, he squats, aligns himself with Arif's tiny body. Hand caressing cheeks Arif soft.

''Thanks Grandpa. Grandpa was also handsome.'' reply Arif with a cheerful face, he greeted Father's hand. I sat on the couch facing Mom. Mother's eyes from earlier did not want to be silent, her eyes were like cool exploring my loyal inches of living room.

Dad hugged Arif's body, suddenly sounding stuffed stuffing from Dad.

''Grandpa don't cry!'' Arif caressed Dad's back with his little hands.

''My grandfather felt so moved to meet you, it felt like a dream. Grandpa's granddaughter is already big. Forgive Grandpa who was late to come to see you, Grandpa came when the relationship between Father and Mother is not good anymore.'' said Dad with a hoarse voice.

''Alahhhh don't be over. That little boy knows!'' suddenly Mother chimed in with her haughty style. It turns out that my mother hasn't changed either.

''Why does Grandma speak so, said Mother is not good to talk ketus so!'' sahut Arif smoothly, he looked at Mother does not like.

''Smart you turned out, yeah. It must be your mother who is this village who taught you to argue with parents!'' mom's nagging pointed at my face and Arif took turns.

''Grandma is as fierce as Dad! Like snapping!'' reply Arif again do not want to lose. My son was very good at talking, but I never taught him.

''You ...'' Mother's face flushed slightly, her fingers getting longer pointing at Arif's face. But Arif is not afraid of Mom at all.

''Already, shut up Wati! Didn't I just say, don't make a fuss here! Is there no love and longing for your only grandson this.'' exclaimed Father firmly.

''Lazy! Cisss!'' hiss Mother as she spit small. After that Mother stood up from her seat, she went out with wide footsteps.

''Surely you deliberately moved here to take Setya from Arumi again, yes. You cheap lady! No manners, yes, '' cried Mother when she was outside. I can only stroke the chest. So did Dad, Arif was about to chase Mom out, a little face flushed a little. But me and Dad held back his footsteps.

While Mas Abdillah was out for a while, he said there was something he had to take care of. That's taking care of Arif's school move again. Coincidentally the house of Guru Tk his Arif is not far from the house we occupy now. Andillah was so busy taking care of Arif. His own father did not care about him. Gratitude for having a very responsible brother like Mas Abdillah I always say at every time my prayer. I always hope that Allah always eases every step of Mas Abdillah, in reaching his career and soul mate.

***

In the afternoon, we entered the car, ready to leave for a new home. Pak Agus and Mbak Marwah also participated. They will continue to work with us. Because they're good people.

Before turning on his car, Mas Abdillah picked up his phone that rang over the dashboard first.

''Yes, Mr.''

''Where is it?''

''It's just about to leave.''

''Alright, be careful on the road. This Mama is already impatiently waiting for your arrival.''

''Alright Sir.''

I could hear a conversation between Mas Abdillah and Mr. Malik. Because I'm sitting right next to Mas Abdillah.

After that car drove across the street, in front of the gate of Arumi and Mas Setya house, I could see Mas Setya standing glued to look at the car that brought us with a sad gaze and a little gawking.

Did Dad tell you about our move to Mas Setya? Because I told Papa that we're moving out of this house this afternoon.

Goodbye to the past.

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