I'm the One You're wasting
Go home

After Reka dropped the talak Witma felt his world as if destroyed, he can now only resign and at that time he just went straight from Lisa's house without bringing anything. He also did not fight or get angry after the talaq sentence came out of the mouth of Reka.

Now he walked while dragging his limp feet towards a small house located far from the settlement where he grew up, while shedding tears he continued to step.

Tok ... tok .. tok .. tok, right in front of the door he was standing, hair full of disheveled face so dull that the clothes were tangled indicating he was not okay. "Assalamualaikum, ma'am open the door .. It's me Witma," he said.

It was seen a middle-aged woman walking over to open the door. Kreeattt .. the door that looks fragile opens. Ratih looks confused why his daughter can come late at night like this, with a very messy appearance. "Waalaikumsalam" replied Ratih. "What's going on and where's your husband, Reka?" ask Ratih directly.

Witma immediately hugged her mother with tears that continued to flow, the middle-aged woman still did not understand because it was not usual for Witma to come in this state.

"Mother .. Witma has failed to become a wife."

Ratih quickly told Witma to enter before replying. "Let's go in, son, we can talk inside."

Witma let go of her embrace following Ratih to enter the small and so narrow house.

"Actually what's going on I don't understand yet you mean come here late at night like this?"

Briana took a breath before telling the truth. "Mas Reka .. divorced me, Mom." Witma. He wanted to tell me that he had been mixed.

Ratih was very surprised to hear it, because all this time he knew the house of Reka and Witma was fine.

"Why did that dressing go to you, son?"

"Will you also scold Witma?" Witma's voice raspy and quivered as she asked so.

Ratih's mother shook her head. "Witma Mother's dear daughter, where maybe I can scold you, son."

At that moment, Witma immediately prostrated at Ratih's feet. "I'm sorry Witma Mom, I must be very disappointed in me."

Ratih holding Witma's shoulder led her to sit back down. "Here you are, son, this may be the best for you, accept it cheerfully. Doesn't death, sustenance, and soul mate no one knows?"

Ratih tried to calm down while continuing to wipe Witma's tears. "Please your mind, this has all happened do not waste your tears just for the sake of men who dumped me like garbage," said Ratih who actually already knew that it turns out Reka drugged his daughter.

Witma fell silent, hearing the words of Ratih that had a point as well. "Mother is actually Mas Reka, meni—"

"Better Witma clean up first, Mom wait here," cut Ratih quickly who already knew what Witma was going to say.

Weakly, Witma stood up and strode towards the bathroom, after hearing Ratih's words. "Then Witma takes a bath, ma'am."

Ratih just kept looking at his daughter's shoulder while quietly wiping her tears. "Mother and Father raised you with great difficulty, now seeing you like you're getting hurt" murmured Ratih.

Ratih was still sitting on the rattan chair, waiting for Witma. Until a few minutes finally Witma out appearance is not as bad as before but the look of his face still looks very moody.

"There is no Mother who does not have a heartache, for hearing the lovingly cared for daughter go home in such a appalling state," ratih muttered in his mind as he saw Witma smiling towards him.

"Eat first, I have prepared the food that Witma likes the most," said Ratih.

Witma does not seem to have a taste for food, although in front of him there is a clear vegetable, tilapia pepes complete with sambal. Usually she would eat without being told but this time Witma did not glance at her in the slightest. "Witma is full, I eat."

Not giving up Ratih took a spoon wanting to feed Witma. "Open your mouth, let me feed you." But Witma rejected it again.

"Mother, Witma isn't hungry." Witma subtly refused. "The heart of Witma is sick Ma'am, it never crossed my mind in the slightest bit to be a widow" she said.

While patting his daughter's shoulder, Ratih occasionally rubbed tears.

Now the night is getting late but Ratih still faithfully accompanies Witma who continues to daydream."Witma staying up late is not good for the body." After saying that Ratih got up from his seat. However, Witma held his hand.

"Tonight Witma will sleep in the mother's room only," said Witma.

And this silent and lonely night became a silent witness to how the state of Witma was so destroyed.