Slander Fruits of Karma
Where Are You?

The Part 75

The more clearly Diana's hatred for Novia when she found out Novia returned the rent to Mr. Rizal, Novia was confused how to respond to Diana.

Today Novia came home, her face was lethargic because of fatigue plus the burden of heartache towards Diana's attitude towards her.

Arriving home, Novia walks in past her parents sitting in the living room while Camillah follows behind her carrying her bag.

Mrs Ratih and her husband looked at each other, feeling strange to see Novia coming home different from usual.

"Why else with Novia?" asked Bu Ratih spoke without making a sound.

Mr. Revelation just shrugged his shoulders, as a sign that he did not know what happened to Novia.

"Maybe there's a problem at his workplace reward." Not getting an answer from her husband, Mrs Ratih finally concluded herself about her son's circumstances.

"It could be, we also do not know what will happen next Novia will certainly be the story," said Pak Wahyu.

"Sana, call your grandson to lunch" Wahyu told his wife.

Ratih got up and stepped towards his son's room, arriving at the door he knocked and called his grandson's name.

"Vi, Millah, eat first,"

"Yes, we'll be there" replied Novia behind the door.

Novia opened the door and left the room with her eldest son, Adiba and Emir still sound asleep on the bed.

Novia walks into the kitchen, gets food for him and Camillah. The two ate so voraciously that the food on the toilet plate that Mrs Ratih sat at the dinner table just staring at Novia without speaking.

After the meal, Novia and her son returned to the room, while Mrs Ratih followed her husband in the back garden.

In the afternoon, when Novia woke up she took her two toddler children out following her parents in the back garden. Ms. Ratih and her husband always felt at home if they were in their garden.

"Diba, here sit this same," called Mrs Ratih. The girl approached and went to the gazebo where her grandmother was sitting.

Similarly, Novia went up and occupied the empty space in the gazebo.

"Vi, it looks like Diba and Emir can already take a playground class." Madam began the conversation.

"Yes, mah. The plan this year Diba will indeed I register to the Playground class if the Emir is not old enough" said Novia.

"It is his duty to follow his brother, but he has not been registered as a student" he continued.

"Their class will be eight o'clock in the morning, what about me and Camillah?"

"Papa will be able to drive them, you still leave the morning as usual as long as their needs have been prepared," replied Mrs Ratih.

The sun was tilting further west, they stopped the conversation and went into the house to get ready for the Maghrib prayer.

As usual, they finished the Maghrib prayer and dinner and then gathered and talked in the living room while watching TV.

The night was getting late, Pak Wahyu and his wife had entered the previous room they persuaded Camillah to come to sleep with them and Camillah was also willing to sleep with her grandparents.

Novia was still waiting for her husband, even though her two children had fallen asleep with carpets in the living room.

Moments after seconds passed, the figure who awaited yet appeared a look of Novia laughing staring at the ceiling of the room shadow of her husband's past crossed her mind.

"Oh Allah, take care and protect my husband wherever he is." Novia's prayer stanza recited in her heart.

Tired of waiting in anxiety, Novia falls asleep next to her son.

The morning prayer rang, Pak Wahyu and his wife rushed to prepare themselves for worship. Finish praying Mrs Ratih out of the room.

When he came out, Bu Ratih was stunned to see Novia and her two children sleeping on carpets in the family room.

"Wake up Vi, pray first" said Bu Ratih while patting Novia's back.

Novia squirms open her eyes slowly, looking the figure of her mother sitting next to her.

"What time is it, Mah?" ask Novia

"Five in the morning, get up!" sahut Bu Ratih then rose to leave Novia.

Novia got up and stepped into her room, arriving at the room she glanced up at the bed.

"Bossy, apparently he did not come home" Novia murmured.

His heart began to break, as a shadow of the past appeared again Novia shook her head expelling bad thoughts in her head.

Novia went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up, five minutes later she came out and got ready for the morning prayers.

Before ending her worship, Novia raised her hand and muttered softly.

"I give you my word, O God, but can you please take care of my marriage, take care of my husband's heart, and protect our household."

Without feeling the tears Novia spilled, the words of hope that so solemn' he said along with his prayers.

A while Novia dissolved in grief, her body trembling as a hiccup held back her cries. Satisfied with spilling his heart he went up from the top of the prayer mat and took off his face.

Novia came out of the room, Camilah sat while watching TV beside her Adiba and Emir was still sound and not disturbed by the sound of TV.

"Have you prayed, son?" ask Novia.

"Already, pray the same manner and this in the room," he replied.

"Alhamdulillah, mama to the kitchen first yes, prepare breakfast," said Novia and answered Camillah's nod.

Novia was already in the kitchen, making breakfast fried rice and an omelet.

After everything is cooked, Novia serves the food on the table and then she goes into the room to change her clothes and Camillah.

"Millah, call tata and thisa in your room wait at the dinner table" Camillah said.

They were already in the dining room, there was no conversation or anything they discussed. Everyone was busy with food in front of them.

Until Camillah breaks the silence. "millah's food is up, Mah, Milah first want to wait for mama on the porch."

Novia told me, her daydreams fell out instantly when her son came out.

"Ah, yes, wait for mama outside," he said, then hurried to finish his breakfast.

Bu Ratih looked at his son, Novia looked agitated and lost concentration but, Bu Ratih did not dare to ask because he did not want Novia to misunderstand.

"Well, I set out to take the kids, yes" he said as he moved out of his chair and greeted his parents.

Novia walked quickly to the terrace, Camillah sitting in a chair waiting for her mother to come out.

When Novia appeared, Camillah stood up and held back her mother's steps.

"Well, papa's car doesn't exist. Papa where?" asked Camillah innocently.

Novia's throat felt choked, a question that sounded easy but she had no answer.

"Hmmm, papa again between passengers so get out early," replied Novia.

"Come on, don't ask a lot of questions later we're late." Novia cut off communication so that her son did not ask any further and made it difficult to answer.