The Destiny of Widya's Love
1 Widya's Grief

In doing something, we humans are required to lillahi ta’ala. Likewise in the household in receiving our qodho and qadar. Especially when disaster comes in someone's life. That's what Widya is doing.

The mother of two is getting the ordeal in her household. He just got home from the funeral. He sat glued in a room that usually became a place where he and his husband shared love, sharing love for each other to make each other happy. Now the room will no longer see the figure of the man who will massage himself when he feels tired, he said, who will wake up first from the wife will even let the wife when the mother of two children is feeling unwell.

Widya cried while hugging a photo.

A picture of her husband who had just been buried this afternoon in a public cemetery. For him it is so heavy, he feels bad. How she would go about her days without her husband. Who will make a living. Because all this time he will just sit sweet at home taking care of the baby and taking care of all the needs for the husband and children. Not to mention that the eldest just entered one of the Favorite High Schools through the achievement scholarship track achieved when Junior High School.

Half his heart was gone, he never felt disappointed in his destiny. But the loss of a beloved husband when two children began to grow up, making him confused about the future he and his son. Both of his parents were quite.

Widya is a housewife who is thirty-five years old, with a pair of children who are still sitting on the bench of VIII Junior High School and X High School in the city of Semarang. One month ago, Dika, Widya's husband had a plane accident, his profession as a pilot helped make himself one of the victims who was just declared dead that day.

Widya was glued to her room. His eyes traced his room dominated by white with green curtains, Dika's favorite color, ringing in Widya's mind when he and Dika argue just because it determines the difference in the color of the curtains, only, the knot of a deathly smile on Widya's sweet lips. Bed, dresser, table lamp that Looks the same as the color of Jepara wood brown.

Tears flowed profusely and sobbed with the strains of Istighfar dibibir Widya. Gamang, Widya was carried away by memories that felt very sweet, but now turned silent . Sarah, Widya's second child with her instincts wants to see her mourning state. According to Sarah, we are all mourning the passing of Papah, so the sadness must be shared not to be harbored alone.

Widya is very lucky to have soft children and affectionate attention to herself as her mother. Although it had entered a month of Dika's death, this sadness, did not gradually improve until now. This sadness, makes Widya fall asleep accompanied by sarah and Ridwan Widya's first child, in her room.

Day after day Widya passed through with her sadness. For almost a week Widya locked herself in her room. His eldest son also tried to encourage the Mother, he believed his mother that their lives must continue even though the head of their family was gone.

“Ma...” Ridwan said to Widya who was still sitting staring at a picture frame belonging to her husband who is a pilot.

“Ridwan must return to dormitory, tomorrow Ridwan must enter school.” Said Ridwan while sitting on the side of the bed.

Widya holds the face of her son who is similar to the husband, a sharp nose and thick eyebrows make her face so remind Widya of the husband who has died. He rubbed Ridwan's cheek slowly.

"Papa no longer has Wan." Widya lirih.

"But Mama must remain there for us Mama's children. Do you not want to bring your children to be successful as what the ideals of Mama and Papa?" Ridwan asked Widya.

Widya's husband really hopes her children have success in life. He wants his two children to be people who have a well-established job. He did it by giving his children the facilities of the course in the best place. So that his children can enter the expected college.

Ridwan just sat in High School. He is indeed indekost in the city next door because he wants to be close to the course. Wish to be accepted into one of the city's Favorite Universities.

Widya pondered what Ridwan said. After Ridwan's departure, the widow of two children also sighed slowly. That day she had to go with her parents to live together. For almost a month he tried to get up. That he was not able to do. Too many memories in the house, the psychologist to whom he consulted suggested that he open a new page in order to have a new spirit of life.

Widya Pun ends up following the advice of her parents for a while staying with them. He moved to his parents' home not far from his home.

There she began her new life as a widow with two children. He began to look for his passion in order to work. During marriage, she was not allowed to work. She was just a housewife. So he tried to pursue his hobby of cooking cakes. It is there that he begins to rise from his sense of solitude, loss and loneliness.

Three years of widows. He started his online cake business. It has no store but pre-order orders keep coming. One afternoon, her parents discussed something to her.