The End of Hope
40 Eps. You Are the One Who Said

"Sir, this is not the way to my house" Naya said as soon as she realized the different directions.

He looked out the window and did not look at Ares who was smiling amusedly because Naya only realized after their trip was very far from her home.

"Mamang." answered Ares like throwing a bomb at Naya.

'Maasyaallah. How do I keep. Why am I so excited to talk from earlier, si.'

"Where are you going?"

"home. To my house." replied Ares without burden.

"What does that mean, try?'

Hearing Ares's words, Naya saw Ares's face at a glance and said again.

"Why go to my father's house? I will change clothes. My clothes are wet?" Naya started to panic.

"Kan, you said it." said Ares like blaming Naya.

"Say what?" Naya started to shiver.

Not because of the cold in his body but because of other things in his heart, what if Rudian knew his wife went with a family that was not his family, went with a man who was nobody, who was not a nobody, not even a brother. The man beside Naya seemed to dominate.

"Sir, take me home." Naya is getting upset.

But just as he finished talking, the car was already parked in the yard of a house that was quite large and quite good. Not fancy is not simple, just mediocre. While the rain has gone.

"You said you didn't want to go home" Ares said, turning off the car's engine and heard another voice as he opened the door. Chequek! The children went down, carrying their own bags.

'When did I say that, right back in the department store? That's not serious. How do I keep going? Astagfirulullah.'

"Let's get down quickly. Change your clothes, follow Raya. He has enough clothes for you" Ares said.

Naya looks like a child who is directed to do what, because indeed most children do not know what they should do if they encounter problems. Children only understand that all their needs are met and see things with their small brain view that their world is just a game.

Yoni and Raya had already walked into the house. Naya is still doubtful. This family home feels foreign to him. After Ares opened the door, Naya descended slowly, with a sweeping look around her.

"Thank you, sir" he said, walking towards the house whose door was already open following Yoni and Raya.

"Just grab your own house" said Ares again as he threw the key to the living room shirt car that was there. The room is not very spacious but quite comfortable.

Naya went inside and saw a slightly messy state. Even some traces of eating on the dining table look not cleaned, whether since when.

'Sorry, it's a mess. My maid is off today" Ares told Naya, who was still standing by the sofa. His clothes are wet. So it was impossible for Naya to sit down.

"Here, aunt." Raya suddenly gives Naya some clothes that Naya can wear.

The teenage girl pulled Naya's hand towards the bathroom located between the kitchen and the room is quite large, it's the family room, not many items there just looks some simple furniture.

Naya chose clothes that fit her well. There are also new looking underwear.

'Uh, who's this? Isn't Ares' wife long dead? But these are all new clothes that have never been worn. Ahk, just ask later, now just wear it. Bismillah.'

After some time in the bathroom, Naya came out wearing moss green and an instant black veil. A pretty good outfit on his body. Naya stuffed her wet clothes into the frictional pouch Raya gave her.

After finishing taking care of himself, Naya approached Raya who was still cleaning up some items, now the house looks neat. Apparently the father and son worked together to solve it.

"Pst...Raya, whose clothes are these?" naya said while whispering. Shame that his father heard it too.

'That, the clothes that Raya bought every mama's birthday' almost shed tears.

"Well, auntie's not good. But thank you. Aunty deh who bought a gift for Raya. Her clothes fit well with auntie." replied Naya with a smile.

'If only there were a mother or grandmother here. Definitely rame.'

Raya nodded. Then towards the dining table that was clean, he opened some food packs that seemed like they had just bought while on the road. Raya has been very tired of this habit when she comes home from school.

Naya helped him and arranged it in several dishes according to the amount of food available. Until the food looks very sweet and ready to eat at any time.

There was a warm conversation between Naya and Raya, they occasionally joked until the atmosphere felt so familiar. Lost already the awkwardness that was created earlier.

While Yoni continues to chat with Naya showing off some of her favorite toys. While enjoying the snacks he brought since from the car.

Then, Ares. Where has that man been since. Last time Naya saw he was cleaning the table. Naya wants to ask Ares to drive her home. Her heart began to fidget, thinking about her husband at home and also the plan to make a cake. All the tools he needed were there.

Soon there was the sound of the Adhan playing the goal of the mosque that seemed quite far from the place. And Ares came out of one of the rooms was dressed neatly with a sarong and peci.

"Rich, Yoni. Pray." said Ares to one of the other rooms.

They used to pray in that room. If there is no Ares, then they will pray with grandma. Rasti's grandmother is not with them. As usual grandma every month will return to the City of Flowers, because her house there.

Naya helps the children prepare their prayer tools, to face God the ruler of creatures where the whole world is in His grasp.

Ares became an imam of prayer and his prayer reading was also quite good, it could be understood because considering he was not a graduate of pesantren or other Islamic religious schools.

After the prayer, Naya told the children to teach, he wanted to test the extent to which they were able to read the holy book. But it turns out Raya is quite smooth even though it is not true mahkrojil letters. Yoni Maaih is learning iqro. Because he was a child and could not carelessly teach him except Rasti's grandmother.

After teaching, they had dinner. They looked like a family of four. The atmosphere returned awkward as Ares joined the dining room. But the tall man looked ordinary, as if Naya's presence there was indeed a must. It's totally normal.

"Sir, I have to go home, please take me now" Naya said as she cleared the dining table once they were all done.

"Tante, just sleep here. Tomorrow he will return home so that all members of the school community" said Raya trying to arrest Naya.

The boy was like a solution for Naya and Ares. The man seemed reluctant to serve Naya. A child who is mature enough for his age. He was used to living without a mother. Often does not have a maid to take care of them due to Yoni's circumstances, making him accustomed to doing homework and taking care of his sister.

It was already night time when Yoni had started to get sleepy. Naya accompanies him to sleep in his room, while telling the heroic stories of the companions of the prophet. The story that never ends to be told, the story that has always been beautiful throughout history, the story of the real superhero. Because their story is not an illusion, but a naughtiness.

A lot of friends do polygamy, too, right? Hey, but the polygamy they're doing is very noble. The faith of the women in her very high age is extraordinary. What is the meaning of a human child like Naya. Large and mature without any polygamous guidance. But the reality he had to accept was beyond the limits of acceptable pain.

The men, since the beginning of civilization have liked many women. Women are the jewel of the world. The era of kings, the era of the empire even since the ancient Roman emperor, there is also a polygamy with different names, in the age of kings commonly called concubines.

King Ken Arok for example, who married Ken Dedes when he was married to Ken Umang. That, just one example of the story, there are many more stories about other polygamy. In fact, there are many stories of power struggles between the queens and their concubines in the time of the Korean kings, or the most famous story in the time of King Jeo Seong or other kings, who must have had many concubines.

But in Islam, it is arranged in such a way, according to the rules of Allah. Only four, that is the amount that has reached the limits of human tolerance of faith and morality and willing to do justice with good justice. Who does not demand his wives to always understand. Allah is Omniscient, Allah created rules for man, because Allah knows what man is like.

"Tante, want to make some cake?" suddenly Raya asked Naya who was still sitting on the side of Yoni's bed, the little boy was already sleeping. The bed is next to it.

Naya nodded, she saw Raya who was carrying her grocery bag. Naya had just finished contacting Rudian, but had not been picked up, she had called several times. Finally, Naya decides to just send her husband a message, that she is staying at a friend's house.

"Kok Raya knows, si?"

"This, just now Raya took aunty's goods in the car. Come on aunt, make it now. Yoyo's mummy is asleep."

"There's a device, is that it?" ask Naya. It'll make a steamed sponge.

"There." said Raya as she walked into the kitchen. Naya catches up with him while tidying up her slanted hood.

"You do, what?" ask for a voice at the kitchen door.