The Worship of Ex-Husband
Finally Phone

“Try see here! The time of the picture from earlier is not round!” The Word was about to snatch a piece of A4 paper from Salma's hand.

However, his attempt failed. The seventeen-year-old girl who was now wearing a gray white uniform was so swift away from the Word.

“Wait a little, Ayang. It's running away soon too! STOP, stay seated there!” Salma cast a stern gaze, asking Sabda to remain seated on the grass, facing north, so that the afternoon sunshine could emit an angelic aura within the Word.

“Lateness, Yang! Hunting my skin scorch!” The reckless word, immediately moved and grabbed the paper from Salma's hand. His eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed when he saw Salma's work. “Gosh! This mah, popeye's picture is not me anymore!” Sabda pulled Salma's nose and grabbed a mechanical pencil from Salma's hand.

"It's my turn!" Sabda asked Salma to change places. After finding the right angle, the Word began to move his hand. The man is good at painting, should indeed the Word entered the art department. But, I don't know if only he knows why he chose a school with Salma.

It did not take long, Sabda showed off his work to Salma. A sketch of a picture of a girl sitting in a meadow was printed clearly on that piece of A4 paper.

“Both good, Yang! Wait, it's really me, I didn't think it could be pretty! So what does the letter S mean? Word or Salma?” Salma showed amazement at the work of the Word.

“Kan you are beautiful. If not beautiful is not the girlfriend of the Word her name! and S is there, because that paints me, so say!” Sabda tidied up his painting tools. “Come home! it's still a sketch, tomorrow it's brought in! we continue, I complete the painting.” he went first to ride his polygon bike.

“Do not get to your house! we will be married to Father!” salma said while riding on a bicycle riding by Sabda.

“Yes, no papa! you love me not?” ask Sabda while pedaling his bike pedal.

“Hm .. love but so this.” Salma showed me the tip of her little finger.

“Yes, it's not important papa there. Later, if we are together, every day I develop so as allaaaassss samudraaa!”

“Not the world?” Salma chuckled while focusing on controlling the handlebars of the bikes they rode.

“If the world, how for him the same children later?”

“Basic is still second grade already thinking of children!”

"That's the sign, I'm serious about you, Sal! you're my first girlfriend and I want you to be my last."

"You split up last night, and it's sweet!"

Word does not reply, he landed a kiss in Salma's hair.

During basketball practice, they will go home together. They've been in touch since second grade in semester one. Although different classes but they can still meet every day.

“Yang, tomorrow if you have passed SMA plan to go where?” salma asked, filling the suddenly silent atmosphere.

“Whichever one, the important one is not at home.”

“No further college?”

“Ngak interests. Want to continue to KUA same you.”

“Basic SABDA I'm serious!”

The Word chuckled at Salma's blaring cry. Luckily Salma's house was already in sight. So, Sabda quickly left her lover by the side of the road. He has not dared to meet Salma's parents. You see, Mr. Arif has a thick mustache, not to mention his sister who is still snot. There is another mother who at all times always carry iron, afraid that if she introduces herself as her boyfriend Salma iron it will perch on her body. It's hot!

Many memories of the Word are preserved by Salma. Everything related to the Word is only a memory. Because in reality, they already have their own lives.

“Mother, why see the painting?”

Aundy's voice airs, drawing Salma's consciousness from her past memories. He smiled towards Aundy who was busy rubbing his eyes. “Neither papa, this is a photo of you still SMA.”

"It's gorgeous her hair is rich in ponies, but it's really an item! was mommy black?"

Salma held back a laugh, pinching her daughter's gaunt cheeks, black because of the pencil that the Word of the day used. As he was about to return the frame to its original place. Aundy's question stopped his pace.

Aundy swiftly ran outside the room—seeking for the existence of the Word. He came back crying after realizing there was no Word in his house. “Dad ... father ... which father, Mother!” before long he roared and continued to say the name of the father. Aundy got used to it because since he was sick and hospitalized, he was always guarded by the Word. But Salma doesn't want it to continue, she has to get used to Aundy without her father.

“Ody, Son .. It's already night. It's eleven o'clock. Father Sabda has returned.” Salma tried to speak softly. But still the girl was getting louder crying while saying the name 'father'.

“Shut up, Ody .. mrs phonein dad Sabda.”

With a sobbing that still sounded Aundy nodded her head. “I—iya, cepet Bun—bunda! O—Ody would like to meet dad!” he said with a staggered voice. Both of his palms were now wiping away his tears that were soaking down his cheeks.

Forgetting the chocolate that was originally a debate between the two of them. Now Aundy actually remembered the presence of the Word before he fell asleep.

Greetings: Mom, can I call? Wanted Ody.

Fortunately, the message was read by the Word. Shortly thereafter Sabda contacted Salma via video call.

“Still the outside?” salma asked as she realized the crowd was on call.

“Iya—longkong with children.” The word seemed a little distant, until his voice was a little calmer. Salma was grateful to see Sabda instantly turn off his cigarette butts.

“From Ody's, ask for a call please ya!” salma Pinta, soft.

“I'm home then.”

“DON'T BE NIGHT!” Salma reminded.

The man nodded. Salma then handed her phone to Aundy.

“Why Ody Dear? Did you get up again, wake up?”

“Daddy ... dad when do we get the holidays? Ody is healed!”

“Ask the same Mother Salma, dong! Dad when is your anterin ready.”

Aundy glanced at Salma who was stepping back to return her portrait.

“Tomorrow how, Yah?” ask Aundy.

“Ody .. kan munda not yet the same permission father Endra.” Salma interrupts.

“Continue when, Nda. Sabda's father is out again.” Aundy stared at Sabda's face on the phone screen.

“We are on holiday but don't stay at the villa?”

Aundy's face turned soft, tears seemed to re-establish in the eye, which increasingly made Salma feel guilty.

As her tail glanced towards the screen, she saw Endra's name calling her. The man's call did not ring because Aundy's phone was on.

“Yes. Mother follow me if so! Did you talk to his dad?” Salma tried to get the phone. Worried that her husband would ride a black hole if he realized he was calling someone else.

“Tomorrow ya yah say mother tomorrow we vacation to the villa that dad used to say it.” Aundy reports to the Word. In fact, Salma did not know what villa Aundy and her ex-husband were talking about.

“Okay princess. Now Ody is boobok! can't fuss anymore!”

The girl nodded, she was relieved after getting reassurance from her father. Shortly thereafter, the call was interrupted. Aundy was back on the bed, with a face that looked puffy.

The flat object that Aundy had used, had switched to Salma's hand, when his fingers opened the screen, there was a notification of missed calls from Endra. He also wanted to contact the man. But, it was too late because Endra had now contacted him.