Help Me Get Divorced
Talaqs.

The talaq finally fell and all I could do was slump to the floor letting the tears unravel. Tears are meaningful. Because besides being sad, I was somehow also relieved. Relieved to finally escape from him who is unjust. But even sadder because my house ended this way. The pain is immeasurable, it feels up to the heart. This feeling that makes itself difficult to breathe.

After the word talak said Bang Darwis was gone. He brought Maya. To where? Of course to our house.

Ah, errat, it is no longer our home, but their home. And this family will be a stranger to me.

"When you open the door!" tell mother-in-law. Yeah, I'm sure it's him. He said while knocking on the door.

"Start, Mom!" Ring the hijab and look at your own face in the mirror. Messed up. Very messy. Swollen eyes and red nose. I look really ugly. Perhaps this was the reason why Bang Darwis turned away.

I got out of the chair and opened the door. At the door of the mother-in-law stood and next to her was Aldi. My sister-in-law was carrying a big bag. The bag I know, familiar because it's my bag. The bag I brought from Borneo here.

"This is your bag, Ndok. Bring it in, Al," said the mother-in-law. His face should not be asked. Just like me. Messy. There was sadness and disappointment there. She regrets that I got divorced from Bang Darwis, but also cannot understand me after what happened.

"Eat dinner first, yes," said the mother-in-law. "Adel must need to eat."

I saw Adel in bed, my son hugging my feet with a smile. "Buk, grandpa wants to go home. Play with Father."

O Allah, the tears that did not come back down again. It even hurts more than before.

"Adel want some ice cream?" ask Aldi. He squatted in alignment with Adel.

My son certainly nodded, then put his arm around Aldi's neck. They're goin.

I am now the same mother-in-law.

"Eat, yuk, Adel let Aldi take care. What matters is that you are strong first" my mother-in-law said.

All right, right said mother. I have to be strong because I have Adel who currently only depends on me. I have to be strong so I can give Adel full affection. Because from now on in addition to being a mother, this self must also be able to play the role of a father so that he does not lose the figure of Bang Darwis.

I ate with my mother-in-law. There is nothing we can talk about but silence. Actually, at this time anything feels awkward. Eating is not good, it tastes bad. Precisely that there is a self desperately holding back tears. Somehow when I saw the rice I suddenly remembered Bang Darwis. I usually prepare everything she needs including food. But now, someone else is going to take over.

After eating I also help the mother-in-law berberes, then intend to spread again in the room. When passing through the living room I saw Adel being fed by the Father-in-law. The old face seemed to hold sad.

"Adel, when you're done eating, go to the room, okay?" my door.

The boy nodded his head, then asked to be fed again.

In the room I sat pensively watching the big bag that Aldi was carrying earlier. The bag containing all my clothes and Adel's. Yes, it was me who asked mom to pack all my stuff left there.

"Sir Nabila!"

I flinched spontaneously in tears and opened the door. There is Aldi.

"Can I come in, brother? There's something I want to take in the closet" he said.

I certainly let him in, because this room is his room. I hitchhiked to sleep here, and he said he was going to sleep in the living room.

"I'm sorry if it's nicotine," I said. The real voice sounded.

Aldi who took the clothes closed the closet door, then sat down next to me. "Don't hesitate. I'm just embarrassed that I could only help you get here."

My heart hurts again. The eyes also started to heat up. But, I can't hold it so it doesn't cry anymore. Too shy.

"So what's Nabila's plan?" tanyakanya.

I shook my head in a position still looking ahead. Blank. Don't know what to do. I have no money and no destination. But staying here is not a good decision either. In addition to meeting Bang Darwis, I also do not feel good with Aldi. He's a man and I'm a woman. We are not mahram.

"Now I'm thinking about telling people in Kalimantan, but …."

"Don't go back yet."

I spontaneously looked at him.

"It's better to calm down first goods a month two months. Only after that go."

Aldi suddenly took the money out of his wallet. Then hand me some of that money.

"Please calm down, brother. I've got a comfortable place for Kak Nabila to stay for a while. Tomorrow morning I'll take you."

"Al?" I really don't know what to say.

"I promised you I'd be back, but I'm sorry I can't now. My condition is no good anymore. So I asked Nabila to wait first. Later I'm the same Ibuk who will take Brother. We invite Mr. Nabila well, then will return Kak Nabila also in a good way."