DIVORCE PAPERS
Arka's Happy Family
After dinner as usual Arka and Tika accompanied Sifa to teach Iqra and memorize some short letters and prayers.
There was the sweet sound of Pure Bu stirring in her room. The chanting of sacred verses that sprinkled from the lips of the old woman was so pampering the ears, touching the heart and reassuring empty souls.
While Farhan went straight into his room to prepare a product advertising project that he was working on. That night after bada isya, he will follow the zoom meeting with the product owner whose advertising project is under his responsibility.
Sifa has closed his iqra, he is now able to read Iqra until the middle of juice four, fairly quickly for children his age. That's because every morning, Murni also helped Sifa to repeat the reading. Sifa has also memorized several short letters from the Qur'an juz 30. Short daily prayers are well mastered.
After finishing teaching, Sifa asked her father and mother not to move first. He ran into his room and when he returned his hand brought an iPad gift from Ark. Arka and Tika frowned, both of them looking at each other not understanding.
"Dad, mother. Can Sifa choose some of our photos to be printed with a large size and on display on the walls of our homes". Pinta Sifa made both her parents gawk.
"Try my father and mother look, these photos are very good lo. Sifa likes the way of smiling and laughing father and mother who look very reassuring. Sifa wanted father and mother to always smile like this. Sifa wanted a time when father or mother quarreled. It will soon be better to see the smile in this photo so as not to hurt each other". Sifa again.
The little boy ignored the reaction of his father, who looked at him with his own eyes and guilt. Both eyes blushed holding back the cries. Unable to open mouth as if locked thousands of padlocks.
"And Sifa wanted her father and mother to realize that Sifa was a big girl but still alone, Sifa needed a friend. Mom and Dad want a big sister". Sifa continued excited with a smile that was not stopped embedded.
Rebut the couple who are still halal both religiously and the country is wide-eyed. The two did not expect her little girl to have such a big wish that they had a hard time granting.
"Where is your father?." Sifa looked at her father.
Arka and Tika compact stuttered, both confused to answer what to the snot boy.
"Later think about it. But Sifa knows why in our house Sifa never found any pictures of our family including your late grandfather and your eyes?". Ask Arka quietly while smiling forcefully.
Sifa circulated her gaze to every corner and along the walls of their house, she only realized that there was not a single photo on display there including a photo of her.
"There's no father". Sifa replied gently.
"There are only calligraphy pictures of mosques and Kaaba only". Sifa.
"Yes, kid. The father of the same mother wants the angel of grace to visit our home. Father had heard from the lecture of an ustadz that the angel of grace would never enter the house of one in which there were images and statues of living beings". Bright Arka gives understanding to the child. His hand gently stroked the head of his little princess.
Sifa who had previously listened to his father's explanation solemnly turned to the mother asking for certainty. The mother who understood the doubt of the princess just her wayang also nodded with a smile on her back.
"If you can, that's okay. Later I told Irfan to print and arrange it on a good album." Arka granted Sifa's request, Tika also seemed to nod her head in agreement.
"His album on the front reads Arka's Happy Family yes, mother's father!".
Arka and Sifa nodded stiffly as a depressed smile was imprinted on the lips of the two. While Sifa was overjoyed, she did not realize every request she made was like a dagger incision that tore apart the heart and soul of her father.
The hearts of a couple of people who have agreed to divorce are increasingly inflamed. Unbearable taste is often present to grow seeds of doubt that only makes the inner both more exhausted and tormented.
Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar
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There were echoes of the roaring sound of the Adhan from the mosque which was not far from their house, shedding and dampening the rumbling of worry on the two men who were being tested with anxiety and heartbreak.
Arka also said to his wife's son to perform congregational prayers. He was about to step towards the door when Farhan gushed his body from behind the door of his room with a prayer mat perched neatly on his shoulder. Arka's sister-in-law followed the motion of her brother-in-law to the mosque while talking about many things.
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At midnight Arka woke up from her sleep. Tika looks slender in her arms. Stared at the beautiful face of the woman who is still his wife with teary eyes. The words that came from his son's lips were so shaken his heart. The innocent hope of his son that he could not possibly realize made his heart go to head.
"The smile of the three of us is not engineering, the smile is sincere as sincere as our souls who always want to enjoy happiness. Forgive the father who was too greedy to sacrifice the smile that should always be on the lips of mother and Sifa. The wrong father, took it all. Just wait for the time that smile is no longer the same. That smile will lose its charisma as different paths must be taken. What should I answer if later Sifa asks why my smile is no longer for my mother. The smile that always makes you an idol wanders through the limits of despair?". Arka monologues remember photos of their togetherness with friendly poses and cheerful smiles typical of happy families.
Arka stroked the soft crown of Tika. His memory goes back to the early days of marriage, his love for her dominates his heart and mind. His love made his days filled with joy and excitement. Supposedly when the feeling is out, he should try first to grow his love for the wife again instead of even feeling that marrying a woman he does not love anymore is painful and futile. How can he who used to always put his love first, now becomes lost identity when love has turned bland. He should have fought even harder to concoct the spice of choice so that the love that has turned tasteless to feel more comfortable room and bill. Should. The words were as if they were an uncontrollable pinnacle judging Arka.
"I'm sorry, mom. Forgive father". Mumbled Arka, stunned without a sound.
Arka kissed Tika's forehead and tightened her grip. Although the vibrations of love no longer penetrate his veins, no longer there is a heart that beats along with the beat of romance but unfortunately still firmly imprinted in the bottom of the heart.
"Dad hoped that the mother would not mind fulfilling the father's last request, before the day after tomorrow the father actually became an ex-husband".Bisik Arka sad in Tika's ears.
"What would Dad ask for?" Tika still closed her eyes.
Arka waver, her forehead wrinkled and eyes narrowed when she realized Tika was still comfortable with her sleep, a soft snore sounded soft from the lips of the beautiful woman.