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The debt of Riba

"Mak Sanah, please lend me two hundred thousand, pay for my son's tutoring. Later if I pay, I give it back. God willing the date of two mbak." by venturing, I came to the house of mbak Sanah, whose house is not far from my residence. Forced I sought a loan, because it was very desperate, Early my son to tears because the tutoring money has not been paid, even though it is the end of the month. Pity and certainly not heart, as a mother who is still a wife but has never been treated as a wife by my husband. I had to push for my own money to be able to meet our needs, me and my son who is now in fifth grade Elementary School.

My husband works in Surabaya as a security guard at one of the private companies there. His salary is quite large, if he is willing to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and father. But unfortunately, the man had no feelings at all. Even I don't know how to think. Sick and hate, that's what I feel for her. The status of a wife is just a status, in fact I am no more like a widow. How not, Sugeng did not want to know about my needs as well as his son, he could only sue and slander. Disgust.

"Yes mbak, I have two hundred thousand money but make the payment of copration tomorrow Monday, how?" sahut mbak Sanah friendly, I also took a breath this rough, confused do not know where else to look for a loan. My payday is still a week away.

"Just join my group mbak, copration debt, pay it once a week. Easy really, do not use any conditions, just a photo copy of the family card and ID card only. If mbak Murti wants, today I submit to his officer, Insyaallah tomorrow liquid Monday." explained Sanah at length. I who was deadlocked did not know how to do, finally agreed to his offer.

"How much can I borrow, and how many installments per week?"

"It's cheap to mbak Murti. If Murti borrowed two million, Murti would pay only fifty thousand each Sunday, every Monday."

"I want to."

Since then, I first fell into a debt that increasingly suffocates me. Even almost a whole week I have installment dependents in different coprations. That's what I do because the burden gets heavier. Endow a girl alone with an economy that is said to be pasan. Sugeng who was supposed to carry the burden as if hands off. Precisely in Surabaya he was married again and even had a son from the widow who married siri by him. Sick, of course. But this heart was already wounded and shattered by his treatment. Hate and pent-up anger make me a woman who must be forced to face everything alone.

When I wanted to give up, and was almost desperate, even thinking about ending my life. That's when the miracle came to me. There was an old friend who came to offer help, I was asked to work behind the scenes for his business as an EO who had skyrocketed his name among officials. With painstakingly Kang Samudra taught me even without hesitation to lead this step that is still not familiar with the business world. Gradual, persistent but sure. Thank God little by little, I began to understand and master my work. From the bonus money given by Samudra kang, I can cover one by one my debt. Even I have also filed for divorce to the court, because there is no point in surviving from men with minimal adab and morals like Sugeng. Not enough but always hurt.

"Murti, you really like to write, try deh nulis on one of the paid platforms. Who knows your writing a lot of glances, quite able to make additional buy sembako." That afternoon, I was chatting with Samudra kang after holding a meeting.

"How is it, kang? I never knew there was an app."

"try deh, you download one of these applications, and learn first, after that try writing there. Just write a true story story that you experience with a little fiction in it, of course with a pseudonym. Because of all your stories, I think it's very interesting and amazing. There's no harm in trying." Said Samudra directly I Amini.

Since then I began to learn to write by raising stories of people around me, even my own story. And thank God, the income from writing can be to renovate the house and meet the needs of my son's school. By Allah, nothing is impossible if God wills.

After nearly two years of my separation with Sugeng, from then on, he had never met his flesh and blood at all. Not even asking for news by phone. Astagfirullah, I can only reply with prayer, and hope that my little girl is always given health and adequacy.

"Asalamualaikum." there was a knock on the door with greetings from someone, I who was still busy typing a story in front of the laptop gasped with a familiar voice in this ear. When this leg will move, it looks like Lala my little girl has already opened the door. Then, he was seen instantly frozen with a flat expression, as a male figure that was almost two years more disappeared from his life, now suddenly appeared.

"Loh, Lala! This is your father, don't want to be hugged. Kangen loh." sound mbak Lilis do not like the attitude of my son who avoid his father. With my heart beating fast, I tried to hold back my anger by the presence of people I certainly did not want at all.

"Don't blame my son, look with your attitude all this time, do you think there is a presence Lala? Do you remember that Lala was also part of your family? No no! how many years have you forgotten and cared nothing for my son? And now come here daring to speak in a high tone to my son, shameful." I shrewdly at length, by folding both hands on the chest, one by one these eyes staring nyalang at them alternately.

"May we sit down first, my dear, we speak well." Sela Sugeng is smart-ass, sickly enough to see her pretentious face hurt.

"All right, please sit down. And don't ever make my son sad because of you." I rushed to get the laptop still on the table, and brought it into the room, then sit back in front of those who are lined up on a long sofa. And Lala prefers to go upstairs, where her power is in this house, she says there she can find comfort and tranquility.

I choose silence, waiting for what they want to say, even this self does not want to make them a drink. There is only water in the packaging glass that I deliberately provide if at any time there are guests.

"Mur, we mean to come, just want to meet Lala, we're all kangen with her." I smiled at what Lilis said just now, one word Hypocritical. Where have they been all this time, why just now say kangen with my son.

I was still silent, waiting for the real purpose of their return to my house, I believe there is a certain purpose with their arrival, because for many years I have memorized the nature of the Sugeng family, he said, the main goal is not to meet my son.

"Then?" cold and still putting an unfriendly face on the human in front of me who was beginning to look restless.

"Gini, actually I'm the same Ana got divorced six months ago, she's cheating on her neighbor. I want us to refer Mur. We repair our broken relationship, Lala needs a father figure who can take care of her. I promise you, I'll be a good husband to you. I don't work in Surabaya either, so I can stay here, and help you take care of Lala. Even you can also buy cows or rice fields in Blitar so that my sister and mother take care of it there. What, you want to, right?" Oh my God, why are there still disgusting men like them, having abandoned us and neglected their own children for the sake of that cheap woman, now without a sinful face and shamelessly asking to return even dare to tell me to give business capital to buy cows or rice fields for the family. It's really disgusting.

"Have you spoken?" I asked with a sneering voice and eyes that were still staring dislikely towards them, the strange human in front of me.

"Thank you, Mur, after all it's not good long to be a widow.wong you've also been well gini life. Your house is good now, you must have a lot of money. Next month Roy's getting married, you help his kitchen money yeah, same brother don't count." I'd love to squeeze my ex-sister-in-law's mouth out, I'd love to, he could usually talk as good as udelnya after what was done by his sister, the basis of one family is the same, sick all.

"I'm sorry, until whenever I won't be willing to go back to a man like you gang. And one more thing don't take care of my life anymore, because we are no longer who, I have no business and nothing to do with your lives. Please enjoy your life now. And for you, honorable Mr. Sugeng, how? it's fun, not betrayed by the cheap woman?, I immediately gave thanks when you said the cheap woman cheated, was she from the past torch body to and fro, so naturally, it's natural, he left you when you were kere gini. It's amazing, isn't it? Don't you ever dream of me coming back to you again. My life and my son are so happy. If nothing is ever to be talked about again. Please leave. The door is right over there."

"Based on a cocky woman."