Special Maid For Om Duda
Making a piece of sadness

The novel was replaced by writing from POV 1 (The main player's point of view) and POV 3 (The 3rd person's point of view, namely the author) . Starting from this chapter. Thank you for your input, both good and bad all othor receive and correction. Less and more hopefully can make good learning for me personally, and others.

If he could ask God, he asked why was his fate so bad? Why did God pick up his mother so soon? Why was he hit by such a terrible problem. The woman had not even had time to strengthen herself over the problems that hit her at the age of a teenager, even the age of adulthood she was still trying to achieve, he said, but the mother's place of leaning and her power was already taken by the Creator. He is Jasmin or people often call him Mimin. His life path is full of twists, his happiness since childhood must be replaced with nestapa at the age of seventeen years.

In a room that is not too wide with long curtains as a barrier, a beautiful woman with a pale face, is arranging pieces of sadness. He still remembered the words of the man who filled his heart. A man who has fought for his love until he feels the luckiest woman, because he has chosen a man who wants to fight for his blessing for his love.

Love that had run aground because of blessing, and intertwined again because of a feeling that is still equally strong until determined to get married even though it has not received blessing, hoping that over time, the blessing will come. However, again God tested it with the struggle of the husband who stopped and chose to return to his family by leaving evidence of love in his womb. Scratches of wounds continue to be incised in the heart of Mimin both from David and his parents. The pressure and threats kept the woman from receiving. Until this moment a sense of calm has not also enveloped Mimin's heart.

"Mbak Mimin, why dream on? It is better to read the book that Mara doctor gave, read the Quran or Dhikr. Remember Mbak Mimin can not think of things that are not important and must be calm, if Mbak Mimin rich gini continues that there will be even longer healing," said Sister Ria, the nurse Lydia assigned to look after Mimin.

The beautiful woman with a long hijab also blinked her eyes many times after Sister Ria warned her who was involuntarily daydreaming again.

A faint smile fell on her pale lips. "I still think of the man (David), Mimin replied, only with sister Ria can she freely tell the story, after Lydia said that her relationship with Lydia should be limited. Now the woman only depends on Sister Ria who can accompany her to chat and also provide input to strengthen herself.

"Mbak Mimin, don't think about Mr. David, remember not said Ms. Lydia and Doctor Sera, if you think about him, Mbak Mimin will be more shackled by the past and will also be more difficult to recover. Fight those bad thoughts. Ms. Lydia and her husband will not remain silent if Mbak Mimin's ex-husband will take Iko. Mbak Lydia has done some way to protect Mbak Mimin's son, so do not make them disappointed with the way Mbak Mimin like this, show Mimin carelessly to heal and after that immediately show Mr. David that Mbak Mimin can also be strong. Don't let them keep pushing Mimi."

I don't know how many times Sister Ria gave spirit to Mimin, but in fact the fire of spirit that raged only for a moment. When the woman is alone Mimin will return sad and moody and remembered the threat of David continuously.

In fact, convincing yourself of anxiety is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand, it takes a very great struggle, he said, and for Mimin who has experienced mild depression anxiety that comes suddenly is still often the case that's why he is treated including special handling in his treatment, he said, there is a Skiater who accompanies him to continue to be able to suppress excessive feelings of anxiety.

Mimin also returned to rotate the beads he kept holding, with lips continue to recite Dhikr, calling asthma Alloh, hoping his heart was strengthened so that he was removed from the anxiety he should not think.

Somewhere else...

In the evening of the three-story mansion, two families connected by wedding ropes were celebrating a warm meeting.

"Mamih is very happy to be able to daughter-in-law like Lydia, she is good at caring for her husband, not only that she is also good at cooking, even it feels like Mami's shopping money is intact, because almost every day there is a driver who comes to bring food delivered by Besan's child. She is very kind," praised Mami Misel in front of the mother of the daughter-in-law, the words of the in-law certainly make the hijab woman blush her face.

"Mommy can be really if for Lydia to be great taste, later if praised continue usually will even be lazy Mam," replied Lydia with half joking.

The break this time was more special than usual, where the two Lydia parents and also the two Aarav parents gathered together to chat things that were not too important. Binding two families is getting closer and closer with lighthearted and entertaining stories.

"By the way later the children of Besan Lebaran on returning to Indonesia is not?" ask the mother of her daughter-in-law, call her name Mother Isah.

"Alhamdulilah every year must return Besan, and this is also if there is no obstacle tomorrow home, considering the day after. In this novel, the width is accelerated, because you can't wait to nyiciip a cake made by Lydia. Cake lebaran...

"Message who is patient well, indeed the test of the person is different, hopefully what Besan wants soon is granted."

Lydia and Mami Misel and Iko and Ibu Isah continued to chat on the second floor precisely in the family room. While the male team still chose the ground floor to chat. Well, the ground floor is indeed Aarav's favorite to welcome guests, not just welcome guests, but to relax like tonight.

A small chat with occasional jokes was still heard from four men who were sitting casually on the sofa with an occasional sipping coffee as a friend shared the story.

"By the way, what season is it in the village, sir?" ask Papi Sony to open a chat that is getting warmer.

"The harvest may soon be the time to return from Jakarta directly to harvest" replied Mr. Lydia call it Mr. Rubi.

"Well, surely seneng really can stay in the village adem and the scenery is also cool" replied Papi Sony again.

Not wrong indeed who live in the city assess living in the village is comfortable, cool, vegetables live pickled, cheap hipp costs. Without them knowing that life in the village is also not always nice neighbors, many also talk about other neighbors. And some who live in the village dream of living in a city with a neighborhood that has no time to take care of the affairs of neighbors. So that the ears taste adem.

Living in the city and in the village there are plus minuses, not everything is beautiful as imagined. When a moment is very beautiful according to the dream, but when it has settled yes will know also delicious and not.

"Well, seneng is not seneng Besan, should be enjoyed already so the choice is to stay in the village even though many plus minus."

The chat continued to tell each other life experiences, while Aarav only occasionally nimbrung. The warm night that will never happen again, drowsiness and fatigue are eroded by small talk and laughter. As if all the burdens of life had disappeared for a moment with this togetherness.

In addition, the difference is felt by other families.

"It's stupid of you David, why don't you press the woman to tell her where your son is. There's no way he's gonna kill the kid. Papah is sure your son is still alive. You should go back to that cunning woman, and ask her where your son is. Give more money so that the woman speaks honestly. Or do you need Papah to talk?" asked Tuan Wijaya to the son just wayang.

David immediately gasped in shock at his papa's words. The man had imagined that if the papah meddled in his affairs and his ex-wife Mimin would disappear again and he would not meet his son forever.

"No effort sir, let David solve this problem."

"If so you use your brain to think, so that the woman will tell the truth!"

Seriate....

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