My husband's a female villain
Severe Depression

A few days later.

In the afternoon there was a soft orange sky waving, the sun began to hide behind the sun. A scattering of blackish orange dumplings fosters longing in the heart of a mother. Breezy wind caressed her face, further adding to the sense of loss. Sepi began to shackle as night approached. Silent, quiet, silent, as if there was no life in Nara's mind at the moment. It was just emptiness that he felt. The pain is no longer felt, the sadness is no longer touched, the crying no longer means. Nothing else matters to him. The world seemed to collapse instantly.

The voice of Adzan's grilling reverberated. Nara never once died of prayer, now mukai indifferent to keeajiban. For now he was disappointed in His Lord for taking Aska so quickly. When life feels meaningless again, and faith seems no longer ignored. Indeed, humans are created by their own destiny lines, even so in every destiny has written a storyline for all of us. Every life has a reciprocity. The sick will heal and the living will die. So, behind all the tests there is a hidden wisdom.

At this time Nara was still glued next to the house looking west. The eyes look empty. It is like walking on the hot sun barefoot. That was the life Nara lived right now. It all hurts but keeps walking as hard as the foot can.

After the departure of Aska made him lose the spirit of life. Life is dark without cehaya. The light had dimmed for a moment.

"Oh Allah, I am also sorry to see Nara's mother like that" Some people happened to pass in front of Nara's house, about to worship at the mosque. In total there were three people looking towards Nara.

"Semenjak Almarhum Aska in kebumikan, Mbak Nara much silent. Face looks flat without expression. If I look at him, it looks like he's lost half his life..." Say one of them.

"His name is to lose a child, it must be mom's depression. Time out of the house is still healthy fit eh home to home name, obviously depression lah. As parents if lives could be exchanged, we would also prefer to change places" The three of them looked towards Nara while compassionate for the fate befall her. Not only the husband, but also the loss of children. Almost a few days Nara always sat next to the house while leaning against the wall. The view looks at the sky.

"May Nara be given fortitude, strength, and sincerity in the face of the test, in order to continue her life..."

"Amin" they said in unison. They immediately walked towards the mosque.

"Nara, my son. Until when will you be like that, nduk" Lirih Sumiati's mother who saw the child dissolved in grief. That flat face depicts a severe depression. As a mother she was certainly sad to see that the child had to get bitterness in life "Duh Gusti your chili is too heavy for my son, Nara. Help him out of this sea of grief. Give her back like sidia. Develop the spirit in his heart" Didn't feel tears just melt away.

"Mba uti...." The voice instantly shocked Sumiati's mother. He looked up and saw Andra standing behind him. Soon he wiped the tears of "Andra...."

"Bah uti, Andra could not bear to see a mother like this continue. Until when do you mourn Aska's departure?" Without shame he shed tears of sorrow.

Slowly Sumiati's mother approached Andra and hugged her "Now you are the only person who can restore your mother as she was before. Don't get tired of encouraging her"Hate the grandchild's forehead.

Hugging "Andra is afraid that mom can't be rich anymore" Almost five days Nara was silent like this. Not a single word came out of his mouth, even when asked there was no response from him. A nod of the head or a little smile no longer exists. Everything has changed drastically. Nara's nature is now ice cold. Even if the world chooses who is the one who died today, he is the one who first advanced.

Grabbing the face of the grandson "Mbah uti sure your mother can get out of this sadness. Your mother is not a weak woman, she is strong, strong, and also stoic. Mbah uti is sure your mother will rise soon"

Andra can't do much. All means have been tried to restore the mother's consciousness, but still Nara did not react in the slightest. Once several times Andra asked the mother to rise from all this, but not the answer she received but a wordless residence.

Blam.....

From outside, there was the sound of a car door. Andra and Sumiati's mother immediately opened the door. " Thank God you finally came. Oh yeah, did you guys get the water?"

Seeing Nara like that there is one kyai who said that in Nara there is currently a black shackle (Desperation). I do not know what the meaning of the speech, but he suggested to ask for help from the great kyai to help pray for Nara to be as soon as possible. The white water in the prayer of the kyai, hope that God opens the door to health, salvation, and patience. The water in the bottle is only an intermediary. Kejawen people still believe in that kind of thing. Because, there is no harm in trying and being helped by original prayer does not deviate from religious teachings.

"Hans, try to get Nara in. Until now, he was still at the side of the house. I can't wait to see him like that..."

"Yes, mom. Then Hans tried to persuade him first" Slowly Hans approached Nara.

Touching the shoulder "Hey...you again see what? it seems you have not prayed magrib yes, you better enter the prayer first yuk" Trying to persuade him to open his mouth but all that in vain.

"Nara's...." Swab the arm "Until when are you going to be like this deck? mas you are reluctant to see you are angry rich first again, if not just a little smile from your lips" Suddenly Nara looked at Hans's face. The empty look was still clear. Hans thought he would get what he wanted, so Nara took a step back and looked up at the sky.

(God, seeing my sister like this makes my heart ache) Hans' tears drip. Immediately turned away wiping away the tears.

"Yuk yuk.." embraces Nara, but Nara slaps him back.

"When are you like this? do you not remember that there is still one child who needs your affection" Prasetya suddenly spoke up. Prasetya was standing at the edge of the middle door looking at them. After seeing no reaction from Nara, Prasetya spoke up. By showing himself a crying Andra.

Nara still remained unmoved. Until finally Andra immediately ran and then knelt before the mother. His head rests on both of his thighs. "Andra please don't be like this. Andra loves mom..."

It was only the first time Nara had shed tears after a few days. It seemed like Nara's heart was starting to be touched, but the eyes could not be separated from the sky.

"Mother..." Andra staggered the body of the mother who never looked at her or slightly responded.

Prasetya crouched down while rubbing Andra's head "Let's see your eldest son, his tears spilled seeing you like this. Come on you have to get out of this grief, until when do you weed your child for that grief?"

"What Prasetya said, come on deck don't keep quiet. Pity Andra with Mom. If you are weak, who will strengthen them. Not only did you lose Aska, but we all felt lost as well."Embracing while stroking his long knit.

"Sir, Om, let's just take mom in"

Finally they agreed to bring Nara into the house.

"Drink first"

Nara did not want to open her mouth. But Hans asked him to drink. Until Nara drank a single sip of water.

"My daughter's daughter's daughter, my darling" Mom sat down next to Nara and hugged her tightly. "Recognize dear, multiply the istigfar" He whispered something to Nara, who changed Nara's view to Andra.