The Boy for the Widow
Funeral home

Sunny day, the sun is not shy anymore to shine brightly, because the weather is getting hotter and very stinging.

Lyra, living in one of the cities that became a typical center of Malay, has customs and manners are very friendly and polite, very different from big cities.

Lyra brings Kesy along, to meet her best friend Iqbal as well as Aryo. They agreed at one of the malls, which is on the third floor and close to the children's game.

Upon arrival at the mall, Lyra parked her car in one of the parking lots in the basement area. He combed Kesy's hair and did not forget to apply a matching colored lipstick with the reddish color of his cheeks.

Lyra's eyes were fixed on the two Iqbal aides who were still waiting for her to descend. He felt uneasy, lowering the glass calling one of the bodyguards to ask.

"Why are you two waiting, me?" Lyra looks confused.

The adjutant looked down, "Sorry Mom! Mr. Iqbal asked us to keep looking after the mother and her son. Sorry if I'm uncomfortable. But it's our job, ma'am!" inexplicably.

Lyra let out a long sigh, shaking her head in a grunt, she raised one of her eyebrows, smiling faintly, "Good."

Lyra invites her beloved daughter, who looks very neat and even very beautiful. The face is more dominant with the Papa, making Kesy look more like an oriental woman who has white and clean skin. Long hair straight shiny, the same as Lyra.

Lyra uses a sweater to cover the emblem of government agencies, which will be the center of attention of people if in the mall area. He grabbed a small light brown bag, turned off the AC and pressed the start button to turn off his car engine.

Not to forget Lyra replaced her high shoes with light brown sandals that had a teddy bear picture of Kesy's choice some time ago.

Lyra took Kesy by the hand, entered the basement door, climbed the escalator and looked for an elevator to get to the third floor.

The agreement this time according to Iqbal's request for Kesy not to hear adult chatter, which will have an impact on the emotions and development of the child.

Kesy the type of child who pays attention, he is very sensitive even though he looks indifferent but has a higher sense of sensitivity than other children his age. She also often cries alone, if she is at home while waiting for Lyra to come home from work.

Lyra's eyes were fixed on two men who had been waiting for her. With a relaxed pace he approached his two best friends.

"Sorry waiting. I was called section chief" Lyra smiled.

However, Kesy still continues to pull the hand of the Mama to get into the play ground, in order to play around there.

Iqbal and Aryo nodded, making room for Lyra to take care of her beloved daughter first.

After paying, and reading some of the rules that apply in the child's game, Lyra returns to a chair not far from where her daughter is playing. He chose to sit in a chair that could monitor Kesy, as it was directly facing the center of the game.

Lyra ordered some snacks and two glasses of cold drinks for her and Kesy. Do not forget also one bottle of mineral water that is medium size that he prepared for his favorite daughter.

They began to talk about all the problems from the beginning, to make it easier for Aryo and Iqbal to determine the attitude and help Lyra in making decisions before it was too late.

When he heard that Dony had been cheating on Lyra, his two friends humanly ignited emotions as a friend.

How not, Lyra whom they had considered good all along, should receive such treasonous treatment.

"Okay Lyra....! After hearing all your explanations about Dony, I guarantee this is all only Dony can determine his attitude before his family. I don't think he's having an affair, because I think he's the cold kind of guy. Even for a Dony cheating it's very unlikely. That skinny body, cheating!" aryo's laughter ranted.

Lyra just shook her head, "I just didn't think! How, can he cheat? Does he love me and Kesy? Not me.... Kesy lhoo's! Kesy...! I want to be insulted please, but not in front of my son! But he doesn't care at all. I talk many times, do not like to complain to the family about household problems. But still, he complained and it ended up like this. I'm like a really despicable woman. Why did I marry a man like that?" regrettable.

Iqbal, as a quiet person as a researcher. He just silently observed the story of Lyra and Aryo. So that he can draw conclusions.

Iqbal interrupted the conversation of his two best friends, "Listen to Lyra, I think your husband is a big-time inferior. Because you are unable to balance your income to meet the needs of your household. Naaaah, maybe! Yesterday he told stories with his family, and was given input that did not have the feeling of even wanting to impoverish yourself like them."

Lyra smiled faintly, raising both of her shoulders, "I don't care about anything right now, which is for sure I just want to get divorced from her. And I won't change my decision, it's also been said by Dony in a conscious state."

Aryo again asked Lyra, "Who's the affair?"

Lyra sent Dony the threat voice she recorded this morning, "Neighbors next door. I knew it myself last night. Their relationship was getting into bed. I don't want to continue this marriage, Yo!" her story.

Iqbal and Aryo stared at each other, not expecting that Lyra was facing such a difficult situation. Plus his best friend is working in government agencies, it will not be easy to take care of divorce. Could be one to a year and a half.

What Aryo and Iqbal were thinking was the same as what was in Lyra's head at the moment.

Aryo again gives another input to Lyra, "What if you move to your parents' town? Reason, divorce!" said it.

Lyra knitted her eyebrows together, "Where might I stay with my family, Aryo! Ngurus move, sell assets here, aaaagh! Moreover, you know the economy is not stable anymore. If I sell my assets, move to the city, it will be a burden for Papa and Mama. I don't want to continue the marriage, and I'll never believe in the marriage. Free marriage, which we hope is a happy household, not a funeral home!" regrettable.

Iqbal smiled faintly at Lyra's words that tickled her throat, "Yaaah, if that's just gas. Divorce...take custody of the child, and come mediation. Vomiting during mediation. Let's just say, two years I wasn't given an inner living. I'm normal! Two years Sir, two years!!!!" her laughter seduces Lyra.

Lyra just laughed at the behavior of the two friends. At least, they are quite entertaining and able to provide good input in dealing with all the biggest challenges that can happen at any time.