DIVORCE PAPERS
Dream of Pure Bu

POVS. Pure Bu

The night was getting late but my heart still felt unsettled, whatever I did really made me uncomfortable. My chest did not stop pounding so my eyes were hard to shut. For the past three days I have been troubled and anxious, especially when I am alone. Tonight the feelings of anxiety that haunt me increasingly make me groan as if there will be something unpleasant will happen. I glanced at the clock on the wall of my room, it was almost 2 pm but my eyes were still reluctant to be closed. Finally I shuffled from my bed to get some water. Appealing to God, hoping God helps me to let my heart and soul escape the worries that plague my mind.

I returned to lay her body after storing my beloved face on the nightstand by not forgetting to pray first until finally lulled into a dreamland.

I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of sea water. I don't know how I can sit on a bench that is plentiful on the beach. I smiled enjoying the beautiful view of the sea, especially at dusk like this. I wonder why I am alone here. Unlike usual the beach is very quiet in the afternoon like this.

While struggling with the strange beach atmosphere, I was surprised by the presence of a luxurious and beautiful yacht. I was momentarily stunned to see how amazing the beautiful luxury yacht that was docked to the edge. My lips suddenly murmured this phrase glorifying the power of Allah the Almighty over all things. A ladder suddenly extended from the right side of the ship and three very familiar men came down from the ship, my son-in-law, Arka, my daughter, Tika and a very adorable little girl in a wide headscarf, my favorite grandson, Sifa. They walked together while chatting and trading. Their cheerful laughter was earthy with a happy look emanating clearly from the faces of the three. Sifa seemed to be running around in the sandy soil, behind her the mother chasing with breathless breath. The veil of both fluttering in the wind adds to the effect of the part created from the togetherness of the little family. A moment later Tika managed to grab Sifa's body and pulled her in his arms with a screeching laugh. The father who had also chased the two with a small run rushed to hug the two people he loved so much. Their laughter sounded more lively, until finally the friendly embrace was unraveled. Sifa grabbed the hands of her parents hooked her to each other and she held their other two hands until the hand link formed a circle. the three pranced while holding a sholawat that calmed the heart.

Tired they may feel make them lay themselves on the sand, relaxing while looking at the twilight sky that looks so beautiful.

I am still excited to see the togetherness of my grandson. It seems like they were lulled into a dream so tired of it. My smile grew, it was as simple as enjoying happiness, my lips repeatedly uttered the phrase thayibah as a form of gratitude to the Master of the Universe for the abundance of happiness that surrounds my daughter's small family. The best prayer for them I offer with a sincere heart, may the vowadah warahmah until death separates. But suddenly my eyes saw Arka, my daughter-in-law rose from her sleep and sat with straight eyes staring at the ripples of sea water created from small waves that seemed to be chatting playing sea water. His eyes were as though he was harboring a slump in his soul. Moments later he turned to Tika, his wife. His outstretched hand patted the thigh of the wide-veiled beautiful lady beside him. It did not take long, Tika also sat beside her husband with a friendly lean on his shoulder.

"Bun, this place is so peaceful. Is your mom happy to be here?". Ask Arka, my daughter-in-law.

200 Meters is not a close distance between me and where they unwind, quite far away indeed but strangely I can see whatever they are doing very clearly even the conversation they are doing can also be heard well from where I am sitting right now.

"Of course I'm happy, especially with my father and Sifa. Enjoy what else I can say, Dad". Answer my daughter with sumringah.

"But I can't accompany you and Sifa here anymore. I had to go across the ocean to conquer the rolling waves. I want to be free from your attention and love for me. My race was different now, now all I felt was like a terrible heavy burden for me to carry. I'm sorry, bun. Mother deserves to be happy as well as with father". Said my son-in-law straightforwardly and clearly that he wanted to sail the ocean on his own without his wife and child.

I was more surprised by the words he said that I think without considering the taste. My hands clenched, my jaw hardened until my teeth creaked in anger. I was really angry at my son-in-law. How could he speak of his intention of leaving my daughter and granddaughter on this lonely beach, it seemed I would not believe it if only my ears had not heard myself and my eyes had become witnesses of his words just now. I was eager to approach them but my buttocks and legs seemed so firmly impaled that they could not be moved at all.

"Dad loves our mother and daughter, but father has been reluctant to enjoy our togetherness sailing with the ark that we have built". My daughter-in-law further caused me to burn more and more emotionally.

Pure Ma'am was getting more riled up, especially when she saw that Tika was still looking relaxed in response to her husband's words, there was no effort to hold her husband to stay with her, inviting her to conquer the ferocious sea, she said, sharing grievances and holding hands to face all problems and then sipping happiness together with jokes and laughter.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that all of our mother and daughter Sifa's needs are met". Say my daughter-in-law again.

"The villa is for the mother and Sifa, every month there will come to the mother bringing everything that the mother and Sifa to survive".Add my son-in-law again with a thin smile embedded on his lips. His index finger stretched out toward the back of their back.

I saw my daughter and daughter-in-law coming together for a while until finally my beautiful daughter threw her eyes out on the high seas with*****blown.

"Go away if that's what makes you happy. Mommy and Sifa will be fine. You may not remember me but one thing you do, always remember that Sifa is your daughter. Never make it as an orphan who can not reach his father let alone get his affection. Even though your voyage will be anchored in a heart that you think is better and exciting". Said my daughter while staring at her heart that was lulled in her dreamland.

Suddenly my daughter-in-law who I thought was unaware of herself hugged my daughter with teary eyes. I frowned, not understanding what I saw and heard.

I saw my daughter who had been blessed with a child returning her husband's embrace with red eyes holding back tears, I knew very well that her heart was hurting. It was very desirable for me to run towards them and slap all out the man who had already incited the wound in my daughter's heart but somehow my feet were so reluctantly compromised that I could only resign myself to it snarl-up.

Now I see Tika trying to break her husband's embrace. He saw the man he had longed for when far away and was always proud of him. A moment later she offered her sweet smile to her husband who had cut the wound in her heart. Dibelanya firm jaw of the husband, then grasped both hands of her husband and repeatedly kissed him to make me wonder what was done by my daughter. It was beyond my expectations. He should have gone berserk and vented his disappointment so much at the man in front of him over the pain he was enduring.

"Go, yeah. Find dad's happiness. Maybe the father is not with the mother. Mother let go of father. Don't worry Sifa will remember you as a responsible and proud father".

Seeing that, my son-in-law gasped. He seemed to have realized that he had done something wrong. On the trunk of my daughter's head wrapped in a wide headscarf with trembling hands. Unexpectedly returning he pulled my daughter's body in his arms. His cry broke, stunned with repeated apologies uttered from my daughter-in-law's lips.

My daughter just kept quiet without answering anything, she seemed to really let her husband leave her even though she loved him so much, I really did not understand her way of thinking which I thought was beyond logic.

"The father of a third could not leave the mother and Sifa. I'll stay with mom and Sifa. I will try to rearrange this broken heart". My son-in-law.

My son-in-law's words are getting pissed off. So easy he withdraws his decision and undoes his intention even though he has prepared everything very carefully.

My daughter breathed a long breath. I wonder what he will say in response. I sharpened my hearing and vision so as not to miss every word that came out of their mouths. I saw the princess unravelling her husband's embrace. He stared at the clingy male who had been with him for years with the look of his injured eye, then he shook his head.

"No, dad. Dad has to go. Don't make sacrifices for things that will hurt you. Mother also does not want to hurt her own heart by having the body of the father but not with the heart of the father. No need to pity your mother because it would not be comfortable forcing yourself to eat foods that we do not like even though it is very much we want to do". My daughter's heart is so humbling.

The husband who did not expect his wife would refuse to cry sobbing like a child but what I surprised, my granddaughter seemed not to be bothered in the least. He remains in the world of his dreams. I was very surprised by my daughter's answer. Again, I never thought that my daughter would reject her husband.

The sound of loudspeakers listening to the recitation of the Qur'an jolted me from dreamland. I raise my hand to read the wake-up prayer and when I remember the dream that just came to me I knead my temple to relieve the pain in my head that suddenly throbbed pain, tucked away in prayer may my daughter's family be okay.