The Worship of Ex-Husband
With Mom

Aundy's business is done. The little girl is now in school. However, Salma who just finished delivering is still faithful sitting on the porch of her parents' house.

"Bathletes, Sal! hot hunt!"

Bu Deva's voice distracts Salma. He only showed a faint smile towards the mother. "mother has taken a bath?"

"Yes, you used to bathe—mom still no business ngabarin son next door, if today I do not take the laundry."

Salma mangosteen. Then walk gontai enter the house, prepare to go to the court office.

An hour later, Salma and Ms Deva were in a taxi to take them to the religious court. Salma told Arif to pick up Aundy at eleven in the afternoon. And all of a sudden the Salma event turned solid. Many things he wants to do, including taking his things in the old house. He must move the item, before Arienta enters Endra's house.

“But before that, we'd better go to the salon first, Sal! you have to cut short, let your shit get wasted!” advice from Ms. Deva.

Salma combed her long hair with her fingers. Do you like that I have long hair? How can I—The next moment Salma shook her head firmly. He could think of the Word! Holy hooch!

“Emang fast yes, Bu?” ask Salma.

“Of course it's worth it! You are basically beautiful. Wanted to be beautiful too!” said Bu Deva, praising Salma's confidence to climb to the highest point. He looked at the small glass in front of the driver and collected his hair by hand.

“Where? I haven't seen my mother's friend in a long time either. Uh, who knows she has a child that could be your soul mate.”

“Ibu—Salma is not interested in men. Salma wants to focus with Ody!” salma said, gently. But his expression clearly showed rejection.

Bu Deva chuckles, “iya yes, it's up to you. I just want, whoever the man who has the heart to dump my daughter regrets her whole life. Mum Habibah, those who consider us poor? If he knows, bow him to your father. We just don't want to show what we have. Mother, as your father understood, the treasures of the world are not eternal! If your father is not afraid to see you heroes with the Word, surely your fate will be different. You will be a successful person—kuliah as high as possible because actually at that time your father has provided tuition for you, Sal!”

Salma grabbed her mother's arm. “Now, does the money still exist?” salma Goda, with a soft voice.

“Then, after seeing you married to Sabda. Your father feels calm, your happiness and your life is assured. I'm glad to see the Word is in charge of your life. So, the money actually prepared for college was loaned to the Endra family, they borrowed it on the grounds used for business capital. But until this moment the effort failed, not paid off but the debt was even more piled up. Because you can't pay, Endra finally became your husband.”

Yes, Salma finally found a reasonable story. Hearing Bu Tantri and Bu Deva's version of the story all felt in sync. That is why she married Endra, not out of love but out of agreement. “Ih, mr. mah that, Salma's turn now needs money. There is no money!” Salma complained in a seductive tone. He didn't really say that. He was just teasing Deva's mom.

“What do you need?” whispered to Deva. “If many let you persuade your father to sell land!”

Salma was broken. A laugh that was deliberately made to comfort his mother. “Many, Mom! Make escape from the city of Semarang!”

Plaque!

One hard blow landed on Salma's thigh. "Mother, uh! mom's hand is heavy! make Salma's thigh hot!"

“Don't try to take my granddaughter away!” the Persingatan Bu Deva.

“Means that Salma running off alone is okay, right?”

No longer the punch that landed on Salma's thigh, she was writhing in pain as she got the pinch reward from the woman's wrinkled hand. Even though it is old, Bu Deva's hands still have enough power. Salma grimaced feeling the tremendous heat on her thighs.

“You should always be the same. But, if you want to leave Semarang. Whatever it is, we'll support you. As long as it's the best way to forget the wounds you got here. I'm willing to be tormented to miss every night, to see you happy, Sal!”

Salma scratched her cheeks, overwhelmed by the words that her mother had said. Luckily the taxi they were riding in arrived in front of the courthouse. So, Salma immediately led her mother to come down.

“Sal, mom's hair is all white right?”

“Still there is black. But the black one can count!” Ledek Salma, embracing Bu Deva's arm.

"You want black polish mommy later, let's look young!"

Salma nodded her head, agreeing to whatever the mother wanted to do as long as she was happy. Along the way, Ms. Deva always threw jokes. It seemed, the woman was deliberately comforting Salma who was being overwhelmed with anxiety. Their conversation only stopped, after finding the complaint room.

It turns out the process is longer. Several questions were asked by officers regarding the lawsuit now filed by Salma. Until thirty minutes passed, Salma finally finished being interrogated.

“Next week we do the first trial yes, Mom. With mediation agenda.”

Salma nodded slowly, holding her lower lip as a flash of the past suddenly flashed through her mind. Yes, Salma felt like she had experienced something similar. He remembers when he filed a lawsuit over his marriage to Sabda.

“I will prepare myself as best I can, Mom. Sorry, I would like to ask, if the man cannot attend, can the trial continue?”

“Can, but need to wait one week ahead to continue the trial process. But it will not be during the trial attended by both parties.”

After really understanding, Salma and Bu Deva quickly moved from the room. Bu Deva excitedly pulled back Salma's body entering the taxi.

“Mother, why so much spirit! Rich again second pubes!” salma, as the slow-moving taxi left the religious courthouse.

“My prayers will always be with you, Sal! Hopefully after this, you will find true happiness! And mom, not second puberty. But I feel relieved, seeing you can be separated from the grip of Endra.”

“Aamiin, usually the mother's prayer is always granted to God.” Salma said softly, closing her eyes tightly. He just pretended to be asleep, so Deva didn't ask him to talk.

However, Salma felt the journey this time felt longer. He himself did not really understand, which way the taxi car is now driven.

Approximately –about thirty minutes Salma closed his eyes. Finally, the taxi stopped in front of a simple shop on the side of the highway.

“Kan, really rame, Sal! This salon is famous. You have to try!” Ms. Deva has been staking out the situation inside the shophouse. After seeing his old friend, he led Salma inside.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mbakyu!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam—astaga who are you?” the woman teased while hugging Bi Deva tightly. He was quite shocked to see the arrival of Miss Deva with Salma. “You still remember the same I turned out? jeez Deva where the hell are you!!” that longing hug turned into a rema-san on both arms of Bu Deva.

Salma who had witnessed earlier tried to take a gap to greet the woman. The woman looks so beautiful and elegant. Mom is actually much prettier than she is. But, because of the busyness of the mother, be her face older mother.

“Busy me, Lan!” miss Deva patted the woman's arm. “Salma intends to haircut, fitting coincidence through here so stop by all of you!” Miss Deva explained.

The woman named Moon looked at Salma's appearance from top to toe. “This is your son, whom you used to bring to the salon? In the past, he was very small, if not mistakenly remembered, he still wears a red and white uniform! yes, right, Ma, Salma?”

“Iya.”

“In shop queue lot. Go to yuk's house, how? let me handle Salma's hair!” tawar Bu Lunar. The woman was so friendly, it seemed like the mother's friendship with the woman was indeed well established.

Ms. Deva herself looks so excited. He beckoned Salma to follow in Bu Lunar's footsteps.

Salma thought they would stop in one of the rooms. But who would have thought that the small passageway through to the main house of the Moon ma'am.

“Collapse of the place, children if playing on do not want to settle. The mbak who used to clean up has not come!”

“How much are your grandchildren?” ask Miss Deva.

“Three actually. Only one doesn't want to be taken. Died at three months of age.” Bu Lunar's face looked so sad. “It just so happened yesterday to run out of here. But it's been taken again with his mother.”

“Owalah, can not meet means us!”

Bu Rembulan shook his head slowly, then asked Salma. “Salma have a family?”

“Udah!” Salma interjected when Ms. Deva intended to answer.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Since my son divorced his wife until now he is a widower. Nyesel he Nduk, because of a misunderstanding, he actually decided to divorce his wife. And unfortunately, his wife was invited to not want. Lah confused my son!”

“Kids are hard now, Ma'am.” Bu Deva chimed. “Where does your son work now, Ma'am?”

“Forward papine legacy work! Who else if not him?” Bu Rebulan laughed loudly. She was also a widow who was left dead by her husband.

“Ya, ibune also already has its own business.”

The woman nodded then focused on looking at Salma's hair. According to Salma who wants to cut what kind of model.

"Sal, this mother's friend is a widow too. She died when her husband was five years old. Proof, that woman could be anything, even without the man beside her!"

Bu Rembulan looks confused to hear the words of his friend. Until finally, revealed the status of Salma's current marriage. They stayed there long enough. Sangking busy chatting without feeling the day is already afternoon.

However, the work of the Moon Ma'am has not been completed. The woman was still busy giving color to Bu Deva's hair. Until the sound of the doorbell rang, the moon ma'am moved from its position to open the door.

“Mom, nitip kids for a minute can? I have an event that cannot be represented!”

Salma who heard the voice turned her head. His gaze met on the figure of the woman who had just entered the house.

“Salma?" the woman looked shocked to see Salma at her former in-laws' house. "You're Salma, right?”

Salma was confused. Trying to find out who the female figure that was in front of him at this moment.