Happy After I Separated
"ANITA'S SUFFERING"

when I was cleaning some clothes. Desi opens the conversation.

"Ehh Tar know?"

"What?"

"Si Anita was crying yesterday because she did not eat 3 days. and her son is very thin and rich in malnutrition that is"

immediately my activities stopped.heard Desi's words about Anita.

"Where is her husband?"

"Yeah that is if the same marriage of men who are not right to eat should ask the same neighbors"

how hard is Anita. until she has to ask people to eat?

why would she have a husband if it only made her miserable.

"Pity too?"

"Yes, I also feel sorry for the child"

"Yes his son is still a child, pity"

I also plan to call Anita after coming home from the store later.

I'll give him rice and sembako.Pity also hear him such distress.

well even though my living is not so much, but I still have money from my own results.

today the store is quiet.no visitors come to the store.

maybe this store is still new, so not many people know.

that afternoon Desi and I decided to go home and we ate before we went home.

after finishing with the meatballs we ordered, we continued our journey.

desi and I were separated in the usual place.

and I started to continue my journey.

when I passed the stall, I saw many mothers gathering, but when I passed by, they looked at me.

a view that is hard for me to understand.

I choose to continue my journey.

until we get home.

after bathing and changing clothes, I also intend to go to the stall to buy the groceries I will give Anita.

when I came out, I saw that my mother had begun to decrease, there were only 3 mothers who were still sitting there

I approached them too.

"Sore Ma'am." I asked all of her.

"Sore is also neng" they answered simultaneously.

"Mum wants to buy rice 3 kg. egg 1 Kg instant noodles boiled her 5. the same sugar quarter and tea dip her 2."

I ordered some groceries that I would give Anita later.

"A lot of money?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Oh yes neng. if you have a husband on guard. do not let the night wander.fear of him anyone who ngampihin" said one mother.

"I'm not so pressuring Mom's husband, which is important to trust each other and take care of each other"

the mother was silent.

"It's all so 75 grand"

I also handed over the money mentioned by the mother of the seller.

and hurried back home.

when I walked home by accident my ears caught their chatter.

"Pity yes she believes in her husband, but her husband instead.."

"there was nothing else I heard. again their words stopped.

I don't know what I don't know?

but I can't be too trusting and incited by people's talk.

afraid it would even make my household unshakable.

after returning home, I decided to call Anita because I happened to be very tired all day, even though there were no buyers, but today it was enough to make my mind tired.

no Anita is not active.

I called her over and over again and her answer remained the same.

at the end of the day there was no other choice, I had to go there. I called the taxi that used to drive me.

after carrying a cell phone and wallet.I carry the pot that I bought earlier.

I also boarded the ojek that I ordered, and about 5 minutes I reached the alley of Anita's house.

after paying the ojek, I walked to his house.

from the outside, Anita's house looks increasingly seedy.

"Assynogaic"

"Korasoallam"

soon the front door was open.

a sight I never imagined. Anita came out with a very shabby and hollow negligee in the abdomen and torn in the armpits.

"Dance? let's go in"

I went in, afraid that Desi would catch me at Anita's house.

Anita the thinner I look.

from his smaller hands and his very thin face.

"No, why aren't you active?"

"My phone sold"

"Oh well deserved"

"What are you doing here? but I'm sorry I can't entertain you. There's only water" he said, bowing.

"What's wrong. I want this for you"

"What is Tar?"

I gave Anita a shot and when she opened it, there was a clear grain in the corner of her eye.

did he suffer that way?

if his marriage did make it this way? what a farewell did not cross his mind.

"Why are you crying?"

"Thank you very much Tar. You always help me"

this time the sound began to be heavy because it held back the crying.

"If there is a problem. You just tell me let's be a little relieved"

"There is no problem with Tar. only I have not eaten and touched because when I have no rice you even love what I need"

"What about Adinda? is she okay. And where is she?" ask me because I haven't seen her daughter since.

"Eem him"

Anita looked down as if she was hiding something.

"Why?"

"Come with me"

I followed Anita, who took me to a room in her house.

when he opened the curtains I couldn't really say what, a sight that never crossed my mind.

the room was lit only by a candle below, and a child was lying in a t-shirt.

I looked at Anita, she just lowered her head while holding back a cry.

I walked over to the little girl I once suspected of having a face similar to my husband.

the girl did not realize my presence she was still asleep in her sleep, which was only covered in a worn-out rag.

Anita was still down at the door.

anita's attitude that is like holding back sadness makes me spontaneously hold the little girl's hand.

I was really surprised, because his hands were so cold when I held his head very hot.

I shook the little body, hoping that it would wake up, but a few times I wiggled the little body.

the little girl still did not want to wake up

I also approached Anita who was still down.

"What's Anita doing?"

she was still silent.not answering my question.just a cry I heard.

"What's Anita doing?"

I repeat my question? hoping to get an answer.

"What's Anita doing?" this time I shook his body.

then she looked at me with tears flowing.