The Worship of Ex-Husband
Dining House

The well-dressed woman approached Salma. As if he wanted to make sure if he did not see wrong. “Iya, right? you're Salma! Ex-wife Sabda.”

Although Salma did not remember at all the figure of the woman who was now standing next to her, her lips tried to smile. Greeting kindly, greeting the woman.

“I Gina. Time to forget, anyway?” protest the woman.

Maybe, if Salma didn't have amnesia. He could remember this figure of the woman beside him. But he doesn't remember at all. All that can be done is to be silent.

“Can I have your mobile number?! I'm in a hurry, there's work to be done. Next time, I'll call you to meet.”

“Yes, record my mobile number!”

Oh my God, it's so cold this woman! Regina, a woman who is often called Gina, was determined when she found the attitude shown by Salma.

However, he happily recorded the numbers that Salma mentioned. “Can be used WA right? I'll call you later, yes!”

Salma nodded. Seeing the woman go and say goodbye to the moon's mother, Salma looked at the mother. “Who the hell is it, Bu?” salma asked, curious.

“Kata Bulan, she's her ex-daughter-in-law.”

“Mantan?”

Bu Deva nodded.

“Kok can he know Salma?” ask Salma again. Who knows, by provoking his memory can recover.

Not yet Miss Deva replied to the sound of the moon's footsteps approaching towards the two of them.

“That was, Mbak—former wife Raffa. Ever since her dream of becoming a career woman! I agree, but Raffa doesn't like it. He's an old-fashioned mind. According to him the woman is mandatory at home, mengurusi son, mengurusin husband. But actually Raffa is also responsible anyway, he asked Gina at home because she felt enough with her income. Well, maybe it was a difference of principle also be the cause of divorce, plus factors from outside! be they divorced.”

“It's been a long time, Bulek?” Salma who heard came curious.

“Lumayan, three years ago.”

“Don't women today, we've been told diem also can't.”

Mother Moon laughed at Miss Deva's words. That's a fact, he's like that too. The work that is occupied has become his meal every day, so it cannot be if asked to leave. “Raffa is hard, exactly the papa! I want it A yes A! I just feel sorry for my two grandchildren. Still small, surely in his heart wants his mother's father to get along.”

“Yes, Mbak clear!” response Bu Deva.

Salma who was sitting on the sofa, already with her new haircut was just listening to the chatter of the two of them. Sometimes Salma tried to remember the figure of Regina they were talking about.

“Like no stranger, but where I've met him.” Salma muttered, leaning her back on the sofa. Salma's daydream broke, by notification the message went to his number. Panji asks for Salma's whereabouts as Aundy continues to search for her.

Salma: Ajakin pick me up, Nji.

Salma sent her current location. Hope Panji is ready to pick her up.

Salma: Mother again nyalon.

Banner : Okay. Dad is coming too.

Salma was surprised to see Panji's reply. He also did not understand why his father came? Isn't home a lot of work? But whatever it is, he can only resign, while waiting for the mother who was rinsing her hair.

Thirty minutes later Panji and Aundy had already arrived there. Salma and Miss Deva said goodbye to the owner.

"God! Salma's hard, trauma-rich." Ms. Deva whispered, as if afraid to hear her daughter. "Pamit yes!" bu Deva's permission, then followed Salma's steps that went ahead of him.

It had been fifteen minutes the car they boarded drove slowly away from the house of Bu Rembulan. Salma still locked her mouth tightly. Letting the voice of the father who was teasing the mother dominate.

However, a moment later Salma realized the situation inside the car had changed completely. Apparently, from earlier—Salma was stared sharply by Aundy. The girl snorted because she was left behind for too long. Especially seeing her change. Salma felt that she was being stalked by a beast.

“Kaya gini really want to be left as TKW! There's a mom with your dad overwhelmed, Sal!” sindir Bu Deva's.

“Emang Mommy wants to be TKW, Uti?” asked Aundy, looking towards Bu Deva.

“Tadi said it was.” Ms. Deva deliberately made a rumor so Aundy would talk. “Makanya Ody do not be evil-evil with Mother, later if left crying!”

“Mother ... like not to gossip!” reprimand Salma, fearing that Aundy would get even more angry at her.

Salma is looking for a job to survive. There is no intention to work in another country.

“Why not cooperate with father Sabda? There are many vacancies.” Aundy gave advice.

“What are you talking about, Dy! Mother driving a car just can not, how to want to be a heavy equipment driver.” The banner that had been focused on the road also chimed in.

“Bapak anyway want you to make a small business. So Ody is also not neglected. Gratitude-gratitude want nerusin laundry business mom.” advice Mr. Arif.

“Do not, Ma'am! The babu job!” Panji glanced at Salma through the small rearview mirror in front of him.

“Hust! Babu-babu gini, the money can also help your tuition fees! What matters halal!” ms. Deva was upset by her son's words.

Salma chuckled to see Bu Deva pinch Panji's arm, until the man was in pain.

“You don't bother thinking about my future. You see, Salma already has plans of his own.”

Deva nudged Salma's arm. “What plan? Don't be weird ya!” whispered, who wanted to know, what Salma's plan was going forward.

Salma smiled knot. “Not strange, Mom! just ask for prayer, hopefully it can be realized.”

Mr. Arif who sat on the front bench turned to his daughter's bench. “What's your plan, Sal?”

“Declaration, Sir! Let no one know first! For a while—let so pray Salma.”

The long breath sounds so clear. Those in the car looked disappointed by Salma's reply.

Salma herself deliberately kept her plans a secret. His parents were worried that they would not give him permission. He just needs a blessing from a family that never stops supporting him.

“Come, he said he wanted to eat!” take Panji, when the car has arrived at the restaurant. “My stomach is hungry, there is no food at home! Do you forget you have children and grandchildren? no thanks for nothing!”

“Once upon a time the mother of the holidays is not papa also Le! anyway stay nyebrang way order chicken noodles can also be! You are a spoiled one!” reply Bu Deva.

“Iya-iya leave alone papa, Mom! But tonight's the mom who bought us!”

"God! yes come on! I bought some ice!" Ms. Deva asked Salma to come down, following her husband who was in front of the stairs.

Classic-style dining house with typical joglo building looks so beautiful. Salma stopped her steps, looking at the restaurant in front of her, for quite a while. Salma had once visited this restaurant. He was trying to remember who he was going to be with. Until a flash of his memories in the past suddenly flashed in his mind.