Scribbles Eve Pen
Inner wounds of a wife 3

"Bak calm down, all Rudi has arranged, they will not be able to find us living where, except mbak himself who is ready to appear with a new identity mbak, a wealthy widow from Wlingi village." hahahaa Rudi let out a big laugh after successfully teasing me, although not a sibling but we are so close because even though Rudi is far away, I will always advise and give him attention over the phone.

'Wait for a wonderful surprise for you, from me. I can't wait to see their reaction to my new status. Wait for the play date, Mas.'

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The car Rudi drove began to enter the courtyard of the two-story house which was dominated by turmeric and brown, looks luxurious and elegant. As we set foot on the maroon floor, and began to step into the house, my mother and Siska were standing at the main doorway to welcome my return and Sapphira with smiles on their lips, while grandfather was sitting on a wheelchair behind him stood a middle-aged female figure who had been painstakingly caring for grandfather, mbak Narti, his house was located right in front of this house, her husband works odd jobs, while her son is just busy playing games and does not intend to find work, even though his age has stepped on the head of three.

"Welcome nduk, Alhamdulillah, finally we can get together again." welcome my mother who immediately hugged this body, seen her tears have flowed on her wrinkled cheeks. "Already! remove her tears, because there's nothing we need to cry about, I'm back and I'm going to start a new life after this, leave Fira when I'm busy with work." I relaxed back and commented on the sweet smile, showing everyone, if I am strong, I am fine.

It seems that my mother immediately wiped her tears and immediately changed with a smile of news when she saw Fira approaching and immediately crucified her, my mother kissed my daughter who also looked happy with a smile engraved sweetly on her thin lips. I turned towards Siska who directly extended her hand, hugged me tightly and her hand gently stroked this back, my sister was always calm and mature despite her age still far below me, that kind and gentle country girl is the siska figure of my younger sister.

I again continued this step towards the grandfather who looked smiling and looked at me meaningfully, the old man who was so dear to me, Grandfather Sumardji has now been trying for almost nine years, but his face did not fade from the firm figure of the soul of the leader. Grandpa is a role model to me and all of us.

"Here nduk, close to grandfather." I immediately yelled him with reverence and repeatedly kissed the back of his wrinkled hands. No words can represent my race to her, which I know, I love and respect the wrinkled man in her white skin.

"Grandfather is healthy yes, Ningsih still wants to linger with grandfather, replace the time that has been lost so far, forgive Ningsih ya kek, if Ningsih has tarnished our family with this divorce." grandfather put on this shoulder gently, and his lips flattened a smile that looked so soothing. "Already, you are not wrong, this is destiny, and make it a lesson not to be repeated. Let's go in and rest first, because tomorrow you'll start over with your new life as heir to your grandfather's estate. Because Rudi was busy with his work, instead he made a coffee shop, your brother's bad boy Lanang kui." said the grandfather who was greeted with laughter Rudi also mother and mother Narti mbak. Siska was busy making drinks in the kitchen.

"Coffee shop?" ask me confused, because I never knew if Rudi opened a coffee shop business, for what? while grandfather's business is very much, but why he chose to open a coffee shop. I stared in wonder at the smiling Rudi to ask for his explanation.

"I have just inaugurated a cafe in garum sama open a branch in Wates Kediri, mbak. But grandfather always said that it was just a coffee shop, because it was sold not far from coffee either." as if I knew I was asking for an answer, clearly Rudi explained while continuing to smile with an unwilling grandfather expression.

"Well, kirain really you open that coffee shop, Rud." I also laughed in the end. I am happy to see Rudi as successful as he is now, even though he is still very young.

"Om, will Fira come to the cafe?" suhut Fira who had been silent and even cool with his new phone, when on the road we stopped by to buy a cellphone first, he said, changing the number also buys a more sophisticated and good phone with a brand of apples that have been bitten to leave a cracker mark on the fruit.

"Every princess, you will invite to visit the coffee shop owned by om ya." reply Rudi and immediately greeted by all of us. It feels calm and comfortable when among people who sincerely love us, and appreciate our existence, may this beautiful crew for us to move from the bad memories created by Mr. Doni and his family, he said, and I'll make sure they're sorry.

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It did not feel like I had been living in Blitar for almost a month and began to live my new routine by running my grandfather's business with my sister Siska, even Alma had also started to go back to her new school, Rudi has taken care of his move neatly without being able to be tracked by the Doni mas or his family. In fact, I also got word from the person who Rudi paid to inform me that the Doni mas or his family came to look for our whereabouts. And sure enough, they've been to the homes of sold mothers three times and looking for information from neighbors around us about our whereabouts, but none of them gave us any information about our whereabouts, because it is indeed the mother or Rudi never once told where our new residence.

Three more days, the divorce decree will come out and after that it will be completely free from the Doni mas and bear a new status, namely the widow. A status that never crossed my mind at all, but soon that status will be attached to me. It feels painful to think about it but as grandfather said, destiny. Yes, this is my destiny.

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Before answering, I took a deep breath, trying to throw away the tightness that sometimes still leaves pain in this heart test.

"Yes, and we will go straight to Surabaya, meet the Doni mas to give him a surprise, I want to see his expression." I answered Tania expression and reply to a smile by my younger brother.

"My advice, you have to dress up beautiful, and of course show class in dress up, you know what I mean, mbak?"

"Yes, I have prepared it." I replied briefly and resumed work.

"Good." Rudi replied while sipping his coffee.

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Pajero sport continues to divide the road at a fairly high speed, until the distance from Blitar to Surabaya is only two hours, It looks Mas Doni is sitting on the porch of the house with a woman with long shoulder-length hair and a slightly filled body that wears a short t-shirt with subordinates of knee-length jeans skirts, they seem to be joking and familiar. Seeing that the car stopped right in front of his house, Mas Doni immediately shifted his gaze sharply towards the car, and immediately his mouth gaping saw me coming out of the car, even, his mother was still here, the old woman was seen closing her mouth and her eyes were glaring at me.

I walked along with Rudi who looked very handsome with a long-sleeved shirt wrapped up to his elbow and sunglasses perched in his eyes, handsome.

"You." Only that word came out of my ex-husband's mouth with his eyes still staring at me without a blink.

"Yes, Mas. Why, surprised huh?" I relaxed back and showed off a smile as sweet as possible.

"Where have you been, huh? I've been to your mother's house three times in Kediri but it's been sold, and no one knows where to move, even I called your number and Fira was off. What kind of wife are you?" brass Doni fiery, wah wah very clever he playing victim.

"I deliberately avoided you, didn't you not want me anymore? the proof is that I'm leaving you didn't intend to prevent it. And my intention here is just to give this to you." I thrust a brown map at him, and the Doni mas received it with a confused expression. "What's this?" tanyanya. "Open it, you will know." I replied flatly, while continuing to look at the expressions of the people here, even my former in-laws from earlier unblinkingly stared at the car and Rudi who stood leaning against the wall.

"What's? you're crazy, aren't you? you can decide important things like this without asking me first, huh. You are crazy!" Mas Doni glared and did not accept after knowing the contents in the envelope. "What is it, Don?" his mother was curious. "Mommy's divorce letter." replied Doni stinged with emotion. "Good dong, Mas. So you don't have to bother divorcing this bad woman, we can get married right?" the woman next to him mas Doni finally replied and it turns out she was his mistress. "Yes, why should you be angry, Don? just let him go, wong he can only trouble you, end of all that is possible." his mother snidely stared at me, and I smiled in response.

"All right, my business is in order. I'm leaving, and one more thing, Fira doesn't need your kayak father, her life is very secure with me. May you not be sorry for insulting me." After saying so I turned my body and wanted to step towards the car, but Rudi's voice made me stop and turn my body back to see the action.

"My brother is not the more you think, our grandfather's treasure will not run out for his descendants of seven descendants, and now that Mbak Ningsih is the heir, the car is only one of his cars, he said, there are still many cars lined up in the garage of his home in Wlingi. Goodbye, and never nullify my brother again, for I will not remain silent this time. Excuse me." Rudi took me to walk into the car, and it looked like my ex-mother-in-law was in shock to the point of being unable to say a word, even Doni's mas seemed frustrated by ruffling her coarse hair.

Good bye, Mom.

Done it.