Started In Paris
Sky Cry
Tonight was so cold, a gust of air was scouring the body. Outside the rain is still heavy, tonight the sky cries wriggling for what. The lightning lens flash has since photographed the earth without permission, followed by an unrelenting thunderous sound.
Since then the woman was pacing in the guest house, wrapped in cloth covering part of her body, it was also not able to block the cold air from peeling. He was waiting for someone at the moment.
From last day until night like this her husband never went home, occasionally his eyes looked at the window just to make sure if her husband had been seen if not.
The night became more incarnate, the rain never subsided, even more so, it seemed like there would be a storm.
Long he waited, finally he tired himself, he leaned his body on the living room chair, closed his eyes, but did not sleep.
However, his hand was still gently stroking his protruding belly, 9 months she had a little angel in her womb, in a few days she would give birth to him. No wonder if the feeling of impatience is always reflected in the head.
However, behind his happiness it has been shrouded in pain as well, although soon his son will be born, but will it be a complement to his life? Not feeling a clear thread falling from his eyes, slowly he opened his eyes, he began to sob.
One more year he had this unwanted marriage, it felt like a life imprisonment. Even though she was pregnant with her husband's child, she realized that her husband would never admit his child. As if during this marriage, he was only made a status.
Indeed they slept in a bed room, but it was as if her husband had simply made her a useless bed decoration.
"Hopefully your fate is not like that of mother son" she said amid her sobbing, gently rubbing her stomach.
A few days ago her husband brought home a woman, no matter what her husband's relationship with the woman was, which obviously they were very close. The incident he saw with his own eyes, which woman is not hurt if her husband is with another woman? Even a dog will feel jealous if the owner has a new pet.
Suddenly there was a sound of a pounding door from outside, she guessed it was her husband. As soon as he got up, wiping away his tears he walked to open the door. Seemed her husband who was a little runny due to the influence of alcohol, she drank again.
Her initial intention was to help her husband walk, but again her husband brushed off her hand, "I can be alone" she said as she walked away from him. After closing the door she walked over to her husband who was now sitting in a chair while leaning his body.
"Will I make you some coffee?" Ask the woman.
Her husband, who heard her words, raised his head, "why did he just say it? You useless woman!" His successful sergeant made his wife's heart was crushed slashed.
Enough, enough to get here. He can't take it anymore. For a long time she suffered, during this time her husband never considered her a wife, it is only natural that she revolted.
"Mas, why don't you ever think of me as your wife?" The woman said, her eyes began to glaze over. Now that her husband was standing, she was still quite aware of the influence of alcohol.
Her husband began to walk up to her, the woman walked backwards, but quickly the man's hand clasped the woman's jaw, his large palm capable of covering the woman's jaw. So rough, until the woman was in pain, wanted to let go of the grip, but whatever the force, her husband's hand was stronger than his.
"You want to know why I never thought of you as a wife?" He said, the grip is getting stronger, "you're the one who asked my mother to marry me? Until I'm threatened with no inheritance!" Continue with anger.
A moment later, the man pushed his wife's body while releasing his grip, until she fell to the floor.
Not yet had time to rise, he felt his stomach cramp, pain began to spread. But he tried to stand up.
"Wallahi Mas I've never done anything like that" the woman said convincingly. But somehow made of what her husband's heart so hard to believe in his own wife.
"I'll never believe you" three seconds, "oh or is this child in your womb not my son? Why you!" Stab it with a loud tone.
The woman could not believe if her husband was like that, many times she tried to convince him but to no avail.
On this dark night, it still rained.
That same night she was cast out by her own husband, and it was better that she went away than to live in hell with him. So he left his house, in the rain he walked crying.
Sometimes she looks back, hoping her husband will change his decision and pick her up to come back, but it didn't happen, and it never will.
He continued walking, his body was drenched in rain, sobs accompanied by the sound of thunder completed his inner torment.
Suddenly he felt pain in his stomach, contractions occurred, he suspected that his son would be born tonight. His bare feet were walking straight down the street, no one was passing by, because of the weather like this.
He is still trying to walk, endure pain, heart and soul. He should immediately find a place of shade.
Thunder was still unmoved, lightning flashes were still dotting the sky, the rain as if it was getting heavier. Suddenly a sense of wanting, he improved his position.
"O Allah, O my Lord, please save the son of the servant" the woman asked her Lord in the midst of her moans.
The woman continued to try to hit, accompanied by the sound of thunderbolts that had struck the earth since.
Moments later there was the sound of the cry of a little angel lying under his mother's feet, while his mother was still breathing, the baby was born along with the sound of lightning, in the midst of the heavy rain. The woman finally took her child, then she took off her veil, then wrapped the veil in the body of her child, trying to calm her child who was still crying, although the pain was still felt, she said, it will pay off with the presence of the little angel who is in his arms now.
"May you always be in my son's protection" said the woman, rubbing her cheek gently. That night an angel was born from the womb of a woman who was often zolimi by her own husband, may her son not be the same fate as her mother.
****
"Eh sir, there's nothing lacking right? Everything complete? Still not far from the market!"
"Signalah not ma'am, later if for example there is less so that the father who went to buy again"
The couple went home in a rickshaw after buying ingredients to make meatballs at the market. The shopping is quite a lot, until the back front is full.
A couple of meatball sellers in their village, today they are shopping for meatballs they will make. They shop at the nearest market, which is in a neighboring village because the seller of materials is more complete there.
The pedicab they were riding through a landfill, not far from there stood a cottage roofed with coconut leaves.
When passing through the cottage they heard the sound of baby crying, the meatballs seller's wife told him to stop the pedicab.
"There's a baby voice sir" the woman said. To her husband. Her husband, who also heard her, raised his head, looked for the source of the baby's crying, and then came down from the rickshaw. Followed by his wife and also the rickshawman.
"Who is this woman, sir?" Ask wife.
"Let's check there sir" the pedicab tell the black-squeed man. The meatball salesman followed the direction indicated by the pedicabeer.
The rickshawman and the wife of the meatball seller tried to wake the unconscious woman. The man saw a baby crying next to the fainted woman.
"Well, there's a baby!" The man said as he picked up the baby. His wife and the rickshawman were shocked.
"Mashallah sir. lest this be his mother" said the man's wife. The woman tried to wake the unconscious woman, but several times she shook her body, the result remained the same, her eyes still tightly closed.
Then two fingers of the woman were placed at the base of the woman's neck, her pulse was no longer there, then her fingers were brought to the woman's nose, her breath was no longer there.
"Innallillahi wainnaillaihi Raji'un" exclaimed the woman.
The woman died after giving birth to her child. Without further ado the man called the locals for help, then came some residents.
One of them called Mr. RT, one of them called an ambulance, but the baby was still in the sack boy's arms.
Moments later the ambulance came, the meatball seller's husband and wife went to Mr. RT's house with the baby as well. Until there they talked about something, dianaa quite crowded because the local people who heard the excitement were also present.
"So how is this? Who will take care of the baby?" Ask RT to everyone around him. The couple looked at each other, trying to help find a way out.
"just bet at the orphanage sir, we don't know who his parents are anyway" said one resident who took part in the negotiations, but his statement was tepis by the guy who sneaked it.
"Previously sorry RT sir, actually my wife and I have decided to take care of this child" the statement of the man in question immediately shocked everyone who was there. indeed, the couple was not from the village, they lived in a neighboring village.
"Are you sure of your decision, sir?" ask Mr. RT to the guy.
"I'm sure sir, I've been negotiating with my wife that she will take care of this baby until she grows up, and we'll think of her as a child" the man said wisely. his statement was welcomed by local residents as well as Mr. RT.