The End of Hope
8 Eps. Maybe Wrong See

Early in the morning, a tinge of light greeted the earth, stroking everything on its surface gently. Naya has cleaned herself up, ready to go to work. Naya was unable to sleep last night.

After a painful chat with her mother-in-law that afternoon, Naya did not come out of her room. Rudian also did not meet him to discuss the matter. Although there was a lot of sadness that she wanted to express to her husband, but she chose silence.

Naya chose to pour all her feelings on the soul owner. He does not want to fight, his days are very tiring to do a fight. Being a servant is not easy, because it is always required to be good at organizing hearts, managing feelings. Although sad, although it is difficult, you still have to smile kindly.

"Hello, kanda?" naya said she called her husband.

Rudian did not come home last night. Even the rest of the afternoon food he had just finished after the dawn prayer. He did not make breakfast today. His strength seemed to disappear, because from the afternoon he also did not eat anything anymore.

"Yes, what's up?" rudian said from behind the phone.

"You, don't go home? What's sleeping at mom's house?"

"Yes. So you will go alone later. Don't bother to eat breakfast. I'm leaving straight from mom's house."

"Oh, is there no demo?" ask Naya again.

"No. It's been his phone, assalamualaikum."

Tut! The phone call was closed unilaterally by Rudian as usual. Shhh... Naya hissed on her own, dampening the pain in her heart. Heartache, that's the name, maybe every woman has felt pain above such pain.

'Evenings ignored, not calling if not called first, not delivered to work, not breakfast together, not asking anything about me on the phone, you really turned kanda.' Naye.

A single tear fell back on his cheek. The rest of last night is still there. Naya's eyes are getting red and swollen.

'O Allah, should this sick person love? Is love not the goal of happiness? Is this the happy path? I want Your Ridho, O God. Indeed, the ridho of the husband will make Allah ridho as well. But what if her husband doesn't educate, even remind me pray never? Should?' Naye.

Naya washed her face back, looking at herself in front of the mirror. Talk to himself.

"Am I no longer beautiful. Did God test me with no children? Am I not attractive? but wasn't I sweet enough to marry me?"

Naya smiled at herself. One smile seemed to be able to unravel one problem. He encouraged himself, making a determination that this test which he would not end before death would face, with the strength at hand. Strong is not about how to get but true power is there when we are able to maintain.

"Alright I will try to survive" he said softly.

Naya fixed her headscarf and went out of the house to find a ride to the restaurant, she was already a bit late.

By afternoon.

Naya has finished her ship schedule. All the tasks he has done according to the wishes of Ms. Nha. The fat woman was satisfied with Naya's work. He only smiled when Naya came home before three in the afternoon.

'Today there's no Yoni' Naya.

He stared at the restaurant briefly after arriving at the side of the highway to look for public transportation. This time he chose to use the ojek.

Naya had gotten used to it, she was grateful to be able to share her sustenance. When it had been running for some time and the motorbike he had ridden walked a few tens of meters, he stopped the ride.

"What's up, neng? What's the wrong way? He said he wanted to go to the perum Aliman, right?" Said the motorcycle taxi driver while stopping the speed of his motorbike.

"Yes, briefly. I want to see there," said Naya as she walked slowly towards a minimarket not far from where she stopped. He tried to convince his view.

Deg. Heart's beating.

'Is that not Kanda. Isn't it time to get home from work? But just who, she was.... Akhs! Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah'

Naya narrowed her eyes making sure that her eyes were not wrong. For the sake of what he saw, of course various raging feelings appeared milling around in his eyes. Wanting to scream, or cursing, but not exactly. It was not an elegant way of anger, it had a more dignified way.

A way that is often used by people who catch their husbands cheating, with their partners, and their legal wives doing embarrassing actions. Snatching, cursing and fighting, but at times like this the husband always defends his illegitimate partner or defends his cheating woman, for he would not willingly see a woman in torment before him.

Naya calls her husband's cell phone number, but the number of calls Naya makes is ignored. What he saw must be confirmed. Asking what he saw to Rudian was the way he deserved it. She believes her husband is an honest man.

Because of failing to make a call, Naya finally gave up, let alone the figure of Rudian and the woman was lost somewhere. It was still clear in Naya's vision that a woman who looked so friendly was in her husband's hands. Who her?

'Do I have to ask him, or do I have to look for other evidence. I need to know who that woman is and what her relationship with Rudian' Naya is.

Suddenly a hot air spread across him, like this a sense of jealousy, a sense that always strikes on everyone, when they see the person he loves making out and being with others, he said, but not himself.

After a few minutes of patient waiting, the taxi driver called Naya. The woman was still standing in front of the department store.

"Neng, so to the perum no?"

"Yes, yes, sir. It has not reached my house" said Naya back on the bike and the bike began to run again.

"What's up, neng? How is it like that frightened person?"

'Who is afraid, si' Naya.

"That's, I saw my husband. But when I call again is no, I call, not picked up" said Naya.

"Maybe I saw it wrong" said the busker calmly.

"Yes, maybe I saw it wrong." Naya murmured.

"Don't be so prejudiced first. Because prejudice will hurt yourself. We better surrender to God. Surrender is different from giving up" said the ojekman who looks old.

Actually, he had seen what Naya saw and clearly caught Naya's anxiety after that, so the taxi driver like to draw his own conclusions. But since he did not have any capacity to interfere, he was only advice, that was all he could give.

Upon Naya's arrival at home, Naya opens the door, and sees something different from the moment she left. He saw a glass on the table, in the living room of his house.

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