
Breezy wind blows warmly, blowing yellow leaves ready to fall from the tree, accompanying the light steps of a woman
the young man who just came out of the religious courthouse. Her father's face looked more cheerful than usual after he had assumed a new status. For some people, maybe ‘Janda’ status looks cheap and trivial. However, behind it all in fact can slowly heal the inner wound of the person, the wound that until anytime will never disappear and will always remain in his heart.
After waiting for almost three months for the status of the woman to be hanged, now he can breathe a sigh of relief because the divorce papers are already in his hands. Yes, Nadira immediately returned to Bandung after hearing the news that Danu was ready to divorce him. He did not go directly to the man, but went to Risma's mother's house because Nadira could not take Tiara during the trial. It is not an easy thing for Nadira to meet his mother, especially there is also Faisal who is ready to expel him again. However, his conjecture slightly faded, although Faisal looked angry at the sight of his arrival, but the man did not say a word. In fact, when Risma's mother cried because of Nadira's return, she just kept quiet. I don't know what he was thinking at the time.
“How are you feeling now, Nad?” mother Risma asked her daughter who had just arrived before her.
“Good, Mom. Now I feel much better,” replied Nadira with a big smile, as if she just let go of the burden that had been squeezing her chest.
What the hell's been going on in your household, Nad? Why are you so happy with your status? What they have been doing to you, Inner Mother Risma softly. There is not a single mother who is not hurt when she sees her daughter's household destroyed and ends in separation. A flash of regret once again entered the heart of Mother Risma. He who had closed his eyes and ears only because he was upset and disappointed with the decision of Nadira's choice at that time, now regretted everything.
“Im sorry Mom, Nad,” muttered Ibu Risma shriek.
“Why do you apologize?” nadira asked in surprise.
“Mother ...” Nadira returned the embrace of her mother. He was reluctant to cry, but still his tears could not be contained. This is not a cry of sadness, but a cry of haru because he can again feel the warmth of the family, after the household is over.
“Mother don't be sad like this. I'm already fine. Please believe me, Mom. I'm not as weak as I imagined,” said Nadira again. “Already. Mother don't feel guilty anymore.” The woman took off her embrace out of pity for Tiara who was in their midst.
“Iya, Nad. I believe you are not a weak woman. But still, it feels—”
“If you believe, now please stop crying!” cut Nadira down finely. Not without reason Nadira
talking like that, but from a distance he saw there was Mother Susan, Danu, Nia, Erhan and not to miss Anita who was walking up to him.
What else are they coming to me? the woman's mind