A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
New house

Afternoon, five o'clock.

I stared in admiration at the building that stood firmly in front of me. Magnificent and very luxurious, elegant too of course. This three-story building immediately made me repeatedly thank and pray the prophet in my heart. In the past, let alone fantasize to see it directly as it is today, dreaming will be its inhabitants I dare not. Because I think it's impossible, it can't happen. But now, despite people's homes, but the man was so kind, he sincerely gave us a ride in the shelter that looked so comfortable with complete facilities. Moreover, the fence is towering high, of course people who intend evil will think again to enter this house.

After getting out of the car, Arif was immediately taken by Aunt Sarah into his car. They continued to joke, with chattering and jovial laughter that broke out, they seemed to have known each other for quite a long time, looked so familiar and equally comfortable. Sometimes also Aunt Sarah kissed my son's cheeks with anxiety and affection. Again I give thanks, because God has brought us together with people as good as Aunt Sarah and Mr. Malik. Through Mas Abdillah, Allah made it easier for all my affairs to face the difficulties of life that I felt were very heavy. In the past, I was so fragile, after the return of Mas Abdillah from Malaysia, all the roads felt easy and smooth I lived. Mas Abdillah is a hero to me and Arif. Lucky for me because I have a real good and responsible brother. Of course, all the facilities that I have now also do not escape the help and almighty love.

***

I pulled a suitcase, brought it into the house. Tente Sarah repeatedly offered to have the suitcase carried by her servant, but I politely declined.

In front of me, Mas Abdillah and Mr. Malik walked first, our position was only a few steps away. I walked side by side with Aunt Sarah who was still at home holding Arif.

''How is Hanifa, do you like this house?'' fun Aunt Sarah. Her face looks so seductive and motherly. Despite the age of Aunt Sarah has stepped on the head of five, but her face is still very beautiful, Aunt Sarah looks really young. Maybe the kindness and care factor affects everything, the face of Aunt Sarah who keeps smiling knots make her look younger than her age.

''How much a Auntie likes. Thank you very much Aunt, because Aunt has been very good with us.''I reply while smiling knot. Now we are sitting on the sofa in the spacious living room, the sofa is so beautiful and feels soft.

''Do not thank Aunt Hanifa, thank Malik, because from last afternoon, he was the most busy checking this house, fixing what he felt needed to be repaired, and he also ordered some service people to clean this house as clean as possible. This house is actually clean. Malik seems very excited to welcome you. Just this time Aunt saw he was this eager to take care of the house.'' explained Aunt Sarah with a smiley face knotted while looking at Mr. Malik.

''Mama, quiet! Don't embarrass me by opening my disgrace!'' timpal Mr Malik protest. His white face with jaws filled with fine hairs seemed a little blushing. He looked at me, Mr. Malik looked wrong. It's so strange that he. Instantly the cold and haughty attitude that is always shown is just gone.

''Mama was honest! Aib fuck!'' Aunt Sarah shook her head still with a sweet smiling face.

''Asper as Mama.''

''Nyoya Sarah and Mr. Malik look so sweet and funny.'' said Mas Abdillah with a fluffy smile.

''You too Abdillah, stop calling me Madam. Just aunt, yeah! And call Malik by his name if you're home. If again in the new office you pin the Master in front of him. Very stiff Aunt Dengernya.'' cried Aunt Sarah again with a tone of voice sounded soft and soft.

''Alright Aunt.''

''Once again thank you very much.''

After that, Arif and I went into the room that was prepared. So did Abdillah. While Aunt Sarah and Mr. Malik have been saying goodbye to his house which is right next to this house.

***

It didn't feel like a week went by so quickly. Maybe it was because the new atmosphere in the new home that was safe and comfortable made me feel the days were passing very quickly. There's nothing else I'm afraid of and worried about. Whether it's about Mas Setya, Arumi, or about his mother Mas Setya. During this week I also focused on caring for Arif and worship, improving myself every day, to become a better person in the future. Mas Abdillah is rarely at home these days, he often comes home in the afternoon and sometimes even at night, he said now he and Mr. Malik are very busy with company affairs.

Aunty Sarah diligently plays at home, if she always carries her hand. Whether it's a toy for Arif, food and once also at that time he brought an expensive robe with a famous brand for me. The figure of a mother who I have long missed as if it could be channeled through Aunt Sarah. I am free to tell Aunt Sarah anything, she always advises me good and positive things. And also he can be a good listener when I tell him about my life experience. Aunt Sarah has also been looking for a tutoring teacher for my son, Aunt Sarah has had enough of it all. I don't know, somehow so I can repay his services.

***

It was a hot afternoon, when I was reading a very touching novel from a famous writer in the gazebo next to the house. Suddenly, Marwah came to me.

''Alright Ma'am. I'll see her soon.''I replied gently. Marwah passed again from before me. Arif was sleeping in his room.

I walked with a little wide step towards the living room, about who is visiting this house? Thought.

When I reached the living room, I saw a woman in a pasmina veil sitting while playing her phone. It turned out that Ameera's mother came to see me. Ameera looks so beautiful. His nose was sharp, his lips thin and his eyes slightly narrowed. It has a yellow skin color. Can not be denied, the figure of Mbak Ameera is approaching the word perfect, in addition to beautiful he is also smart.

''Assalamu'allaikum Mbak Ameera.'' I said as warmly as possible. I sat on the couch opposite Mommy Ameera.

''Walaikum'sallam Hanifa.'' Ma'am Ameera answered quickly while looking at me, he put the phone he held earlier on the table. Her beautiful face looked lethargic and uninspired.

''Sorry, for making Mbak wait.''

''It's okay, I just came too. Oh yes Hanifa, how are you and Arif?''

''Alhamdulillah well and healthy Ma'am. How's your own mom?''

''Alhamdulillah Mbak is also healthy and fine. Oh yes, Hanifa. Mbak met you just want to tell you, your second divorce trial will be held sooner than previously specified. Your divorce hearing will be held tomorrow, Ma'am hope you come, yes, tomorrow.''

''Alhamdullillah, finally accelerated yes Ma'am. Definitely Ma'am, I will definitely come.''

''Yes. Alhamdulillah.'' Ameera smiled sweetly.

After that we chatted for a while, then Mama Ameera said back home. He said there was still work to be done.

After Ameera, I went upstairs to Arif's room. I want to lay my back down for a moment next to my son. When I reached my son's room, I looked up at the nightstand, and found my phone left in Arif's room. I didn't realize it, because I rarely held the magical flat object. I hold Mushaf and novels more often in my spare time. Mushaf as a means to increase my religious knowledge while the novel to add insight and as entertainment.

I took my flat object, then turned it on. On the phone screen, I noticed there were some messages that I had not opened yet. With agile fingers my fingers began to open one by one the message in wa. I opened the wa message from a foreign number, an anonymous number. My eyes narrowed slightly at that number.

[Hanifa, Mas kangen.]

[Mas kangen with you and Arif. Really!]

[Can we meet at the cafe or at our old house?]

[Mas missed those days very much. The shadows of your face continue to dance in Mas's memory]

[You're still Mas's legal wife. They are still entitled to you completely. So, come on, let's meet at our old house. I know you must miss me a lot too.] I read one by one the messages sent about three hours ago with shock and annoyance, I'm sure it must be a message from Mas Setya. Ah, surely Mas Setya knows my number from Dad. Because on the last day I met Dad. I asked for my number. I gladly gave it, without thinking.

[Don't bother me anymore, and don't expect us to be able to meet the good situation again like before! Things have changed and different since you brought another woman into our relationship. I don't feel the same about you. Let's meet tomorrow at the court, and prepare the words you'll say tomorrow to take care of me!] My reply. After that I blocked that number. I don't want to be the third person in Mas Setya and Arumi's household. I will not repay the pain of my heart with the same deed to them, for it is a very despicable deed. Let the law of karma do its own work.

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