DIVORCE PAPERS
The restlessness of Murni and Farhan

Pure Ma'am was sitting down watching tv, Farhan was sitting next to him with fingers that did not stop dancing on his expensive device. Pure Ma'am looked at her youngest child and hoped she would put down her salary soon, but Farhan was still struggling with the rectangular object without realizing that his mother was waiting for him to finish his work. Pure Ma'am sighed loudly making Farhan momentarily turn to the middle-aged woman who had gone through so much caring for and raising her affectionately. Placed with a technologically advanced object that was in his grasp, his eyes looked in wonder at the shady and calming face of the woman who always made him comfortable. A probing look was drawn at his mother who seemed to be thinking about something. The old eye was tightly closed with his head resting on the back of the sofa of the house that was soft and his hands gently pinched his forehead which was already filled with fine wrinkles. Not usually moping like this.

"Sorry, mom. Is mom sick. Farhan saw that since then the mother was not excited, the mother also looked not appetizing. Or is there something weighing on mom's mind?".Farhan asked the mother who was still silent.

Pure Ma'am opened her eyes, scooped her face and thought for a moment. A soft sigh sounded in Farhan's eardrum made his heart even more agitated.

"Han, do you know anything between mas and mbkmu?". Pure Ma'am asked, her eyes staring at her son's bead wry eyes.

Farhan scrunched his forehead, he did not understand the meaning of his mother's strange-sounding question.

"What does my mother mean I don't understand?. I could see that this afternoon Mbak Tika welcomed the arrival of the Arka mas with enthusiasm and enthusiasm that never fade. Do you suspect or smell anything wrong about them?". Ask Arka with a confused look.

Again Pure Ma sighed, her gaze straight ahead.

"So early in the morning before leaving for the office, I noticed Arka like a frustrated person, as if carrying a heavy burden that tormented her. Mom had a chance to ask but mbak mu said your mas is just a lot of thoughts to complete many projects that are being handled. I feel like there's something your two brothers are hiding. I'm very worried that their relationship isn't okay". Pure Bu's voice revealed his concussion.

Farhan grabbed the hand of the strong woman who had been left by her soulmate gently, kissed her hand lovingly and a smile was offered to calm her mother's troubled heart.

"They're fine, ma'am. Mothers do not need to think that no-no, just pray that their household noses are given a new life of the world and the hereafter. Don't forget also pray that I will soon be able to give my mother a daughter-in-law who not only loves me but also loves my mother, respects my brother and loves my niece. The complete package".Canda Farhan with a small smile on her back with a nod to her mother and guaranteed.

"Mother's prayers are always for your happiness, son. May all the things you wish to make happen be affirmed by the master of the universe." Sincere prayer unraveled from the lips of Pure Mother. He gently rubbed the arm of his son who loved him so much.

"Son, you are Tika's only brother, I really hope you can take good care of your mother, even though he already has a husband, you still have to be the protector of your brother as a form of responsibility that should be borne by your late father. I hope your gut isn't right, son. I feel like your only sister is facing a big problem that is quite complicated. I'm sure your mother, needs a strong backrest to withstand all the burdens that are being faced. Be a solid backrest for your sister, son. Don't be a soft and fragile man. Don't take care of your brother. Helping yourself will not be able to".Bu Murni's words poured all his complaints on Farhan. His hands occasionally wiped away the tears that slid from the corner of his eyes.

Farhan kissed his mother's hands in a row, his heart was filled, the words of his mother realized that the responsibility he carried was not playful.

"Mother, it's night. I'll rest first, yeah!. I don't have to worry too much, I'll always be there for Tika. She is not alone, there is a great mother who is also with her, mother also do not forget with her intelligent little daughter that we will unite to build a sturdy shield to fortify mbak Tika from everything that might make her slump".Farhan. He led the woman who had given birth to him to his room.

After dropping off her mother and making sure her mother was lying down comfortably. Farhan sat down again and again busied himself with a cell phone in his hand.

Farhan finished his work quickly, the TV turned off and spread his consciousness out of the sofa with his hands behind his head, he was deprived of as much oxygen and exhaled slowly. His eyes were closed but his mind was everywhere disturbed by his mother's words just now. He hoped that nothing bad would happen like what his mother broke. But he also did not deny the feeling of a mother is very sharp. He recalled when the mother expressed that the feelings of the mother suddenly did not feel good when her father often remembered her and advised Tika to always take care of her mother and foster a sense of mutual love between brothers in order to always be shoulder to shoulder make the mother happy, do not get wallowing let alone dissolve in sadness. Mother also did not escape the intense messages that almost every occasion repeated without getting bored as if the father would go far and long. His father also advised Arka to always take care of, love and love his sister. Returns with respect if one day his brother-in-law no longer wants it. And in the end his mother's premonition was proven a week later his father faced the Ruler of Nature, Allah SWT. Father died after becoming a morning prayer priest in their family's small mosque.

Farhan sat with his hands cupped face and elbows resting on his knees. There was fear in his heart, his head shaking implied a sense of inadequacy if at the end of it what disturbed the contents of his brain would become a reality.

Farhan set foot into his room with mixed thoughts. He lay agitated, forced his eyes to shut and tried to cast away the frightening shadows that continued to linger, as if he did not allow him to rest. The night was very late when he finally could be lulled in a dream, until the sound of an alarm with a special tone to pay the qiyamullail woke him.

He spread prayer rug, with Farhan khusuk perform tahajud, his heart felt calm. With a sense of trust, he entrusts himself to the Most All-Everything Substance for all his anxieties and invokes the best for his life and his family.