My husband, I Love You
First Order
The first day I opened the place les modiste that I will be next, as usual we adhere to thick Javanese customs.
Previously the activity began Dad gathered the neighbors to just be grateful for the establishment of les modiste and some of which I got help from Disnaker and also later could have been a job land for the environment around my place.
Klink.....
The phone that happened to fit me, reads a new number on the small screen, curious about the number listed slowly I press the answer button, "yes hello,"
"Good day, is this with Miss Latang? I from SDN like to go forward 2, we need a tailor for school batik uniforms, and for our measurement purposes your teachers can attend school with agreed time," The sound from across made me choked, not believing so quickly the booking slid by without me expecting it.
"Mom... Miss Lintang? You still online?" The voice from across back made me flinch in shock.
"Oh sorry, i. yes Ma'am I'm still online, well tomorrow at 8 am I will try to come to SDN like forward 2, thanks for the cooperation Ma'am," the call ended with a satisfaction that I could hardly carve with words.
Immediately I contacted a friend who had been accompanying and directing all theory and planning until the establishment of les modiste which I was pioneering from the beginning.
"Assalamualaikum, Anik! I can order a batik uniform from SDN like to go forward 2 and this is certainly a big party, I have to how? The tailors are of course my current obstacle!" My story to Anik, no sorrow the loud screams heard from across made my left ear feel, a little like getting his scream therapy.
"Oh my goodness, this latitude is called a fortune do not be rejected, yes, I will help, the tailor who is in my place you can use some people, you can use some people, and then if there's a uniform order or whatever just accept this is a great start for your business, spirit well!" As love approached, I was grateful for what I got today, it was amazing.
My friend is still opening his arms wide for me, who really needs help right now.
I walked to the back of the house, I found my father with his mother who was giving food in a fairly large pond there are some pet gourami fish father in lieu of busyness because retirement has arrived.
I tell you the news I just received, the smile of mother of course also happy with the effort I just pioneered.
"Stars, trying is natural you should start now, but remember! Shasy also needs your attention as a single parent isn't going to be easy on your own" Dad's warning makes perfect sense, and that would also make it my next agenda to get my daughter into early education at kindergarten in my city.
"Yes Well... My front registration will register Shasy, itung-itung early entry because in our area there are rarely small children, pity that Shasy's childhood was filled with just a little less television viewing and Android gadgets for his development" I replied while sitting next to my father and mother.
"And another latitude! You must firmly ask for certainty to Iwan, how the continuation of the talak he has given you, all there must be certainty!" My father's words made me remind again of how the condition of my relationship without news and certainty, even the three talaq decree until now I have not received.
"Don't let yourself be a bet on the assignment Iwan has done to you, remember! I will not stay silent if this is not done soon," he spoke casually while still giving food to the fish in the pond.
"Yes, Dad.... I've been trying to get in touch with Iwan, but the call is out of reach, it looks like my number has been blocked, but Dad is so! latintang will still ask for liability coverage from mas Iwan."
After a while of talking with my father and mother, I was intending to head to where I worked. Yep.... I call it a place to work, because this room I'm sure will give me a job that will support my son's future.
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Almost two months have I separated from the life of Iwan, without news and without the slightest sense I want to know what has happened with him.
Why do my father's words about talaq and divorce papers remind me of the wounds that little by little I forget the taste, he said, memories after memories made me completely unable to concentrate on holding the cloth belonging to my friend Anik who he gave me for the first job that I had to complete at least 1 week ahead.
Ahhhh... Whatever happens I have to be strong, for the sake of my son and his education later.
My hands again continued the activity of cutting the fabric and calculating the size, and put the motif to be balanced with the shape of the clothes the customer expected.
"Mama... Later if mama is tired let the love Shasy massage, he..he ..he.." My daughter's voice suddenly appeared while grinning to show off a row of teeth and dimples Pipitnya in both cheeks.
I put down the scissors, I grabbed my daughter's thin body while kissing her to the fullest, "Darling .. Mama just wants Shasy to be a submissive girl and a pinter so that she will be a successful person, hem," I squeeze her nose too anxious to see happy behavior.
"Shasy sleeps here ma! Want to nemenin mama sew clothes," back my daughter went to the corner chair to just lay down her body and not how long when I turned, I saw her breathing that began to be regular because it had fallen asleep with his deep.
I admit my daughter is indeed less happy when compared to children her age who on average get attention, family conditions or vitamins and adequate nutrition.
The affection he only got from me, even then with a limited time, and facing the quarrels of adults every day.
The impact and pinch he always received, trauma and fear brought my son sometimes feel inferior at certain times. The events he received in his daily life at a very young age made him feel more restricted with his new friends.
Back I continue my work, I remove the sadness and memories that are very painful, anyway I have to succeed at my age is still young obviously my path is still long.
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To be continued 😉.
Spirit of 💪, don't forget its support bestie 😘
Greetings Dear Always by RR 😘