The Crown
Gratitude

"This is a toy what's its name, Mom?" ask Sakya.

"It's congklak, son. We take the stone from here, keep going one-on-one into each hole. If the last Bayu stops here that there is a stone we take again, but if the last stone stops in an empty hole, that means we stop, and let our opponent play."

Sakya listened carefully, then after that she played with her friend. While Chana is cool in jumping rope with other girls.

Traditional games are mandatory for children to know now, so that they do not only know modern toys, especially gadgets. It seems like the kids at Sakya school are enjoying this game as well.

They play marbles, cranks, stack of sandals, snake stairs, and weasel chickens.

"Oke kids, after being satisfied to play, later we will race using clogs, yes. Bring each parent. There will be prizes for the first, second and third champions. Now please play with it. Fifteen minutes, kids."

The children and parents cheered.

"Mom, where's Daddy? Why haven't you come?" ask Chana. She tugged at the tip of my hijab. He occasionally glanced at his friends who were joking with their father. It seems that I am the only one not beside my husband here.

"Later Om Fateeh, Daddy's busy, son."

Chana looks disappointed, even so she is not angry or crying. Maybe something like this is something we usually go through. We have not lived without anyone since.

"Chana, what's wrong?" Sakya approaches and examines her brother's sad face.

"Daddy's not coming."

"There's Brother. You just calm down okay. We're gonna win. Believe me!"

That we should be grateful in every trial and sorrow is true. Disappointed, of course. I feel sad because Arzhan did not come. However, God gave Sakya to me with maturity and her kindness is the cure of all wounds.

The phone has been ringing ever since. Some calls and chats came in for how many.

Fateeh and Arzhan turned to try to contact, I ignored.

Chana is sleeping, and Sakya is sleeping. They are exhausted after trying hard to get the cup which is now coming home with us.

Sakya keeps her promise to give Chana victory.

"Having a great child like Den Sakya is the wish of all parents, Non."

Mr. Raga's words were right. Regardless of how he came to be in this world, Sakya and Chana were still a gift to me.

Arriving at home, I saw Arzhan's car parked. There is a little bit of relief and happiness comes with a sense of resentment in the heart.

The children got out of the car with their eyes still sleepy, finally I held Chana and Sakya carried by Mr. Raga.

I'll be mad at Arzhan. He also disappointed the kids. Even so I miss it and want to embrace it immediately.

It was a shock not to play when I saw Alea with her shopping bag. Very much. He is also accompanied by two men who may be bodyguards.

The bodyguard? since when does he wear bodyguards?

Alea seemed to want to talk but I gestured for her to shut up. I don't want children who are still asleep, Bagun because of his voice.

After putting them to sleep, I headed to my room above. Arzhan Room. While the children slept in my room that had been converted into their room.

"Dear." Arzhan walked over as soon as I entered the room. I avoided her when she was about to hug.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you guys go shopping?"

Arzhan quiet.

"I didn't even dare to contact you while I was with Alea, then what now? He even took a day of my time. Shopping? How a sick pregnant woman can go shopping."

"Dear listen first."

"You know how disappointed Chana is? You won't know how he looks at his friends with their father."

"I can't do anything, Iksia. Alea's father gave us a bodyguard. When Alea said she was sick, I was forced to accompany her."

Alea's parents were against Arzhan and me. Now she definitely wanted her son's husband to stay with Alea. What else Alea is about to give birth.

"alright. My kids and I are used to living without family. We are self-sufficient humans who can survive on our own, unlike the spoiled princess Alea. You want to be there all the time I won't care."

"Dear."

"You want Arzhan to stay with you? Take him away."

"Ikisa, what's wrong?" ask Alea. While his bodyguard is like preparing to protect him.

Mr. Raga did the same thing and was followed by two child bodyguards who stood by to protect me.

"This is my house. Aren't you ashamed to do this? I respectfully ask you to leave here."

"You kicked me out?" ask Alea.

"Never appear before my children, Alea. Your business is only with Arzhan. You have no rights in this house. Please go."

"Ikisa, are you angry that I took Arzhan a day?"

"I didn't even contact him even though I wanted to!" I screamed hysterically.

"You want Arzhan to always be with you, right? Bring it! take her away with you."

I pushed Arzhan's body in front of Alea.

Without saying anything else, I went back to my room.

I cried in the room, sitting in front of the makeup mirror while continuing to beristighfar.

I know that Alea is also his wife, from the beginning I knew she was his wife, but....

"Astagfirullah o Allah .. forgive the servant."

I was in the room long enough to expect Arzhan to follow, but he didn't come.

"Did she really come with Alea? That's outrageous!"

Take ablution water and immediately perform prayers as soon as the azan reverberate. I took a shower and prepared to prepare dinner for the children.

"Non, what do you want to cook now?" ask chef.

"Have you asked the nun who hasn't been the children's chef for what to eat?"

"Den Sakya and Non Chana go with Mr. Arzhan, Non."

"What?" manywould be surprised.

"They go three, Non." Mr. Raga explained. She seemed to know that I was afraid she was going with Alea.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Then cook for the house only chef. I eat fruit."

"Good, Non."

I sat in the living room, waiting for the kids and Arzhan to come home.

At 21:30 they arrived.

"What time is it, Mom? Why did malem go so far?"

"Mom, don't be angry. I'm the one who doesn't want to go home. You see Daddy rarely goes with us," said Chana.

Right, we haven't even been on vacation together.

"I've booked a train ticket. We're going to the bad rocks."

"For when?"

"Tomorrow, Mom. Daddy's taking us for a walk tomorrow. We got permission from the school. A day of his permission. Saturday is a holiday." Sakya explained with excitement.

"But there's a condition, ma'am."

"What?"