A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
The third widower

Siska walked in wide footsteps to her house, and Hamidah followed her from behind.

''Excuse me, if I may know what needs are you here?'' siska asked politely, but her face looked anxious.

''Is this Mr Setya's house?'' the police officer turned back. They were now standing facing each other in front of the door of Siska's house.

''Yes, yes, this is my husband's house.''

''Mother's Wife?''

''Yes.''

''Well, what a coincidence then, we're just here to tell you that Mr. Setya is now in the police station, he was arrested last night for kidnapping minors,'' obviously the police are careful. Siska who listened to him felt so shocked, so did Hamidah. They covered their mouths with their hands. Siska shook her head in disbelief.

''No, no way, sir. My husband is a good man. He has changed, Mr. Police must be the wrong person.''' denied Siska with tears had flooded the fertilizer. Hamidah stroked Siska's back. While stroking Siska's back, he guessed for himself whether Setya had kidnapped Arif? If so, he is very bad. Thought Hamidah. Because Hamidah does not know who kidnapped Arif, Hanifa and Abdillah did not tell him anything about who had kidnapped Arif.

''Sorry, we came here just to say that, whether you want to believe it or not, if you want to know more details, you can come to the police station by yourself. Talk to your husband yourself. We came here at the request of Mom's own husband, because his condition is now not okay. Then we'll excuse us.'' said the police officer and then said back home.

After the departure of the man in the brown uniform, Siska cried sobbing. She did not believe her husband would kidnap a minor.

''Ma'am, can you accompany me to the police station? I'd like to see Mas Setya, Ma'am. Plis, accompany me just this once.'please Siska stare at Hamidah fixedly.

''Em ... Gimana, yes, Hamidah hesitated a little, he was afraid of increasingly troublesome Abdillah's men. Seeing Siska's pitiful face, Hamidah finally nodded. After that Hamidah returned to his house to change his clothes, Siska had also entered the house to get ready, while Hellen had not yet returned to work. After getting ready, Hamidah and Siska got into the car.

''Our antar to the police station, yes, Mas.'' cried Hamidah.

''Well, Non.''

After that the car drove across the road to the police station, while on the way Siska seemed unsettled, he felt anxious, very anxious. Just feel happy, now he even get news that does not wear about the husband.

Hamidah, who seemed to understand Siska's anxiety, grasped Siska's hand, helping to strengthen. Yes, as good and caring as that Hamidah with his fellow. He knew, the young lady who was beside him at this moment had also felt a lot of bitterness in life. Hamidah knows Siska is a strong woman, regardless of what she once did to Arumi, it is enough to be a lesson for her to mature herself and her personality.

After that the car that took them stopped at the police station parking lot. Siska and Hamidah came out at the same time, and they walked into the police station. While Bambang, he photographed Hamidah again secretly, again he sent it to Abdillah.

''Sir, I want to meet my husband, is it true that my husband is detained here?'' siska asked one of the policemen guarding in front.

''What is the name of Mom's husband?'' ask police.

''It's Setya.''

''Oh, right. You can sit in the waiting room. Let my friend take him out.''

''alright.''

''I'm sorry, I can come with me directly, because Mr. Setya's condition does not allow to walk.'' said the policewoman.

''Ba-well, ma'am' replied Siska.

Siska and Hamidah then followed in the footsteps of the woman in a brown, short-haired uniform. After arriving at where they were headed, how shocked Siska saw the state of the husband, Hamidah was no less shocked.

''Mas,'' call Siska, then break her cry, a cry that sounds so loud and pitiful. Siska saw Setya lying curled up by himself in a corner of the narrow space without any blankets covering his body, only orange-colored clothes and over-the-knee pants he was wearing. His condition looks so sad. Setya who I faintly heard his name on the call and slowly opened his eyes, once his eyes could see perfectly, he was so shocked to see the wife who came with in the company of Hamidah. Setya sat quietly, then he sucked on the dusty dirty floor to where the wife was. Seeing that Siska's cry became more and more so.

''Mas, why can you do such a despicable and indecent thing? That's your leg why, your body why? You look so pathetic. I can't believe what you've done, tell me that this is all a misunderstanding, you can't kidnap 'can you, Mas?'' racau Siska when Setya was in front of him. Siska sat down, she aligned her body with her husband. The two of them were both holding on to the iron bars which became a barrier for the two to get closer.

''Sorry, sorry, Mas, Siska. Everything is true, I did make a fatal mistake. Mas has kidnapped Mas's own son just because of the money and work promised by a devious woman. This, Mas's leg was shot because Mas tried to escape, making Mas unable to stand and walk now, it feels really sore and sick. Mas's body can be battered like this because Malik, Papa continued Arif who had beaten up, Mas, all out, because he loved Arif very much. Temporarily, Mas. You are a useless father and husband. Huhuhuhu ..'' said Setya while crying bitterly. The couple kept crying with each other. The small voice that sounded in the hold. Hamidah who saw it finally chose to pass from there. He could not bear to see the suffering felt by the couple. Actually Hamidah wants to be angry when he finds out that Setya has kidnapped Arif, but when he saw Setya who had admitted all his own mistakes accompanied by a cry that was so heartbreaking that Hamidah could not bear to judge. Let him, let him reflect on himself, after all he has also received the proper recompense for what he has done. Thought Hamidah.

''I, I think, I can no longer afford to live with you, Mas. I don't want the remnants of my age wasted just waiting for you to be free from here somehow. I still have parents that I should be happy with the rest of their age. I've never demanded much from you all this time, I've eaten so much I'm grateful, although it's not impossible when you give me a pink lump of money at that time I feel very happy, I feel very happy, but if I knew you got the money from a despicable way to kidnap your own son, I wouldn't have accepted it. I'm not a good person, but ever since then I've been determined to be a good person like your ex-wife. But you are not, useless if our intentions and thoughts are not in line. You're still the same as Setya used to be. I'm leaving, Mas. Excuse me. I will tell Hellen and Mother that you are here, Siska said at length. Setya is speechless. He looked down with a sob that he could hear.

''Mas, look at me. Now please drop your talaq for me, Mas.'' pinta Siska slowly.

''Ba-well, Dek.'' Setya replied hesitantly. After a moment of silence, both of them were silent, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

''Hurry up.'' urged Siska.

''Siska, I dropped my talaq for you, now you are no longer my wife ... Hiks.''

''Thanks, Mas. Take good care of yourself while you're here. I say, my great hope, when you are free tomorrow, may you really have repented, not repeating the same mistakes again. Then after that he left the iron bars, leaving Setya who was increasingly injured after saying the word talaq. Now he has been widowed again, widowed for the third time.

Siska approached Hamidah who was sitting alone in the waiting room, and he invited Hamidah to come home.

''I've been a widow, Ma'am.'' said Siska softly as they had been in the car, the car had driven towards their home.

''really?''

''Yes, I am not evil and unfaithful, but I must step forward to achieve a better life. By still with Mas Setya I think my life will be so-so. Especially now that Mas Setya has gone to jail.''

''Do what you think is good, Siska. After this hopefully you can live in peace and quiet and hopefully you can find rizki in a way that is halal and a blessing.''

''Yes, Ma'am. Later, when I get home, I want to cover up my limbs like Mbak and Mbak Hanifa. I want to hijab, Ma'am.'' said Siska slowly, then her tears broke again.

''Alhamdulillah, Siska.'' Hamidah hugged Siska's body, he was happy to hear Siska's intention to emigrate. Hamidah also promised, later after they arrive home, Hamidah will give some strands of his robe and hijab to Siska.

Seriate.