Istikharah Unites Us
Broken Home

My name is Aura, being born and growing up in a broken home family makes me afraid to get married. Grandma who is my mother-in-law also often behaves arbitrarily to Mom, making me more afraid to get married. Fear of being wrong in choosing a husband and fear of being treated unkindly by the Mother-in-law.

When I was 9 years old, my mom and dad had a big fight. Grandma and Bi Yana (Dad Sister) heard that great quarrel because our house was next to each other, they both interfered in the quarrel and cornered Mother. I am so sad to remember that. At that time Bi Yana was about to hit Mother using a long bamboo, then God seemed to protect Mother because in fact the bamboo did not hit Mother but even hit Grandmother's head.

I cried hysterically at the scene, then as fast as lightning Mom ran towards me and immediately hugged me tightly, trying to calm me down as her own tears flowed down.

After that, I thought everything would be fine, but it wasn't. Grandma slandered Mom and told the neighbors that the bandage that was coiled on her head was a wound caused by Mother who hit her with bamboo. Oh Mother, I wish I had a heart as bad as yours.

"Ra, just dumbfounded." said Luna, my best friend who finally broke my daydream.

"Eh, you're Lun, make Aura so surprised." I said while grinning.

"What are you thinking, Ra?" his question was full of curiosity.

"Nothing" I replied briefly.

"Ah, are you right?" ask again.

"Yes. Come home." take me so Luna doesn't ask anymore.

It has become our habit in the afternoon to sit on the beach which is not far from our home. Luna's house and mine are only five houses away.

I live with Mom and Sister Mea. Mom and Dad were divorced when I was 12 and Mea was 14.

He is married again and already has 2 children, a son and a daughter. While Mom preferred to live alone, raising us both alone for fear of getting married again.

In the past, when Mea and I were kids, we used to go to the rice fields with Mom to grow crops. Starting from sowing seeds, planting rice, making scarecrows to scare the birds so that our rice is not exhausted in eating, to harvesting rice. Honestly, at that time I was lazy to do it for fear of pacat, fear of snakes, even fear of wasps because my eyelids had been bitten. Since the sting of the wasp ended up having my eyes swollen and closed next door, it also kept me from going to school for a week. But now, as we grew up we never set foot there again, for the rice fields were Father's property. And right now I miss those days.

Mea and I are no longer children, it is likely that in the near future Mea will marry her lover. If Sister Mea gets married later, then it's just me and Mom. Ah, it must be lonely.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mom. Brother's coming home." I said when I got home.

Then answered simultaneously by Mother and Sister Mea, "Wa'alaikumussalam."

Because the clock was showing at 17:30WIB I immediately grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom to clean up. It was so nice to take a shower this afternoon, maybe because I had just walked off the beach and made my body so sultry.

After I finished the bath, I approached Mea who was cooking in the kitchen, not to help but just to look at the menu. Because from my childhood only Brother Mea and Mother who took turns cooking, finally until this age I still do not know about cooking.