Indissolubility
Not Want me

After the debate this afternoon with Reyhan, Yumna was sitting in the backyard. Look at the orange sky that now adorns the surface of the sky.

The orange light that makes the eyes of every person sparkle when they see it. But not for Yumna. Even usually he is very happy if the orange has come, this time he does not feel excited to see it.

The change in her husband's attitude made Yumna sad. Sadness was appearing in him. Plus the mother-in-law who has now also changed like her husband. There is no place to complain but to the creator.

Usually if she was sad, if not to Reyhan, Yumna would have told her mother-in-law. But now he can no longer hope to pour out his heart on a woman who has changed drastically from before.

'Allah, why are your trials coming here more and more. It feels so tight, God. I beg you to lay down one's life in the womb of the servant, while looking at the orange sky and not forgetting Yumna asked the creator. Although every prayer he always asked to be given offspring, it does not mean he does not pray if not in a state of prayer.

Once satisfied there, Yumna went into the house, because the magrib had almost entered. He walked to his room which now looked empty. If it used to be around this hour her husband was in the room, but now the man chose to sit in the living room with a laptop on his lap.

The voice of Azan was already reverberating, Yumna looked towards the door hoping her husband would go into the room to perform the prayer magrib as they usually do. For about five minutes she waited, her husband did not come in. Yumna stepped out of the room to see if her husband was still in the living room or not.

Outside Yumna did not see her husband in the living room. Yumna stepped in to find her husband. Looking in the kitchen her husband was not there, then Yumna steps towards the guest room. Seeing her husband praying in the guest room made Yumna's heart sad.

Tears that Yumna did not want to let out, even maliciously flowed through the smooth cheeks of the woman. Yumna turned towards her room to perform the magrib prayer. There was no way he would continue to stand at the door of that room. Her husband finished praying and she did not carry out the commandments of Allah.

Hold a prayer mat on the hairy carpet and face west. After that, Yumna performed the magrib prayer with a heart that was not good.

'O Allah, whatever You give to the servant is good, O Allah. I am confident that the test you are currently giving will never exceed the limits of my ability. O Allah is only you where the servant complains, where the servant tells of every grievance that the servant feels today. There is no place for the servant to reduce this tightness except for You. Please, O God, strengthen yourself to accept Your trials. And I ask Allah to grant the servant of a child in this womb. Aamiin, ' Yumna wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks. Then hurry to fold the face and prayer that he had used for prayer.

Yumna was now preparing food on the table. Because it's time for dinner.

"Feed first yuk, I've prepared food for us," Yumna invited her husband who is now back cool with his laptop.

Without answering his wife's words, Reyhan placed the laptop on the table. Walk to the dining table in the kitchen.

"Let me take Mas," prevent Yumna when Reyhan is about to take rice for her.

"No, I can do it myself!" he continued to fill the plate in his hand.

Yumna filled up the plate a little. The hunger that had just burst out now disappeared instantly.

They ate quietly without anyone talking. Usually Yumna will offer her husband to add food. But now Yumna chose silence, because she knew for sure her husband would talk to her or even silence her questions.

'Allah strengthen the servants. It hurt a lot, ' his mind while bribing rice into his mouth. Yumna's tears had suddenly flowed into the river in her eyes. Wanting to fall, with all her might Yumna could bear.

After eating Reyhan chose to leave his wife without saying a word. Yumna tidied up the dirty dishes and put the rest of their food into the glass cabinet.

Washing their used dishes clean and stacking them on a winning plastic dish rack is readily available in the kitchen.

Yumna walked towards the living room where her husband was. Sitting next to her husband without saying a word. Enjoy the broadcast that is now being broadcast on television.

Reyhan was only indifferent to the presence of his wife. He thought his wife was nowhere near him but himself. Even if Reyhan could wish for his wife to leave from his presence immediately. He is upset with his wife because until now he has not been pregnant with his child. He has been married for almost eight years and is not pregnant. Sometimes he hated to see Yumna. Even though he knew this was a test in his household. But Reyhan was so selfish, he thought it was true that his wife was barren as her neighbor said. And the doctor's estimate of his wife is fine he denied, because the evidence until now his wife did not also carry her child.

Reyhan occasionally stared cynically at his wife. I hope that his wife will leave him soon. Stripped his leg to make his wife aware that he didn't want her there.

Yumna who saw her husband was offended. Want to say but she was reluctant, because she was afraid that her husband would say rude or something. Yumna chose to stand from there towards her room. She was very understanding of the signals her husband gave her.

Again his heart felt pain. She was innocent, but her husband did not consider her to exist. What a cruel thought Yumna.

Yumna laid her body on a king-size mattress. Staring at the ceiling of the room decorated with flickering lights that were deliberately installed in the room.

'Mother, Father, I miss you. What Daddy and Mommy see if now I'm very sad. My heart hurts Bun, Dad. There's no place I complain anymore. Mother, Father why did you leave me so soon. You know here I feel a deep sadness. My husband and father-in-law hate me so much right now. Father, Mother is it wrong if I have not yet given Mas Reyhan a descendant? this isn't all my wish, Dad, Bun. Mother is very painful, Yumna said while staring at the ceiling of her room. Tears had already seeped out from that beautiful netra. Although Yumna knew whether Father and Mother heard or not his words. I want Yumna to complain to someone so that the pain is reduced. But to whom, in-laws? that's an impossible thing. Instead of entertaining later even his in-laws will blame him.

Satisfied with crying, Yumna fell asleep on her own. She didn't even think whether her husband would sleep in the room with her or not.

TB