To be the Second
Regretting No Use.

Kholil_PoV

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This morning I was tidy, carrying a backpack on my back while stepping out of the room and just leaving, but my steps were blocked by a scream from my mother. Though I had settled down so that he did not see me, but it turns out my mother had caught up first.

" Where are you going so neat!" He looked suspiciously at me.

" Oh, Kholil is going out of town. Like a long holiday, my friends go to school to invite reunion and maybe I stay a few days there." My heart was quick to leave in front of him.

" Out of town, where? Is it the same Fera?" He asked me who suddenly mentioned the name of my past lady.

" Fera? Oh, yeah, looks like he's coming too." Reply lying.

" Oh yes already but breakfast was just gone, I was cooking your favorite you know." Her request.

If I refuse this, it will be a long affair, and in the end I will nod and follow my mother from behind.

" Where is dad?" I asked while enjoying my breakfast.

" It looks like it's still in the bathroom, a stomachache he said. Have you had breakfast first, want to pack food also for supplies?" Ask while putting the side dish on my plate.

" No, it's like people want recreation. Kholil is also ashamed to go out and bring that food." My complaint while speeding up chewing food to leave immediately.

" Bring food to shame. Why the hell must rush it, toch your friends will also not leave you!" The same protest I did not gubris.

My friends will definitely not leave me, people indeed I will only travel alone. But it's impossible for me to tell Mom, to cancel my plans to meet with my daughter Erika.

Mom and Dad did deliberately forbid me to go to my ex-in-law's house for reasons that I know must actually be good for me, so that I no longer feel constantly worse due to my divorce and Anna.

Surely all parents will behave in the same way as what my parents did to me. It's just that they can't prevent me from meeting Erika my biological daughter.

Yes, after meeting with Cak Aziz my former sister-in-law at that time in the park, my mind kept thinking about the condition of my daughter Erika and Anna. Lying if I no longer think about the woman who has given birth to my daughter, even to the second I still love her so much, only she who has already disappointed me.

Although Father and Mother continue to urge me to get married again soon, but I am not ready to marry again, toch who wants to be with me who is only a widower with this one child. To be sure the women out there who are single or widowed, the patient also prefers virgins out there.

It is hard to find a sincere woman who truly accepts our shortcomings. If there was any chance that I would marry her soon. But where can I find him?

Actually, just after worship I had drunk my own coffee and a piece of cake last night. But Mother kept forcing me to eat her cooking, inevitably I obeyed her.

" Lil, how?" Ask my mom who surprised me. Oh, God, what did you say to me just now?

" How do you mean, Mother?" I asked to return confused.

" Oh my God, you didn't hear what Mom said! What are you thinking!?" Jerky Mom. " I was talking about Fera, what if you just married her, yesterday afternoon she came to have a long conversation with Mom. If Fera the Mother really agrees, especially Mother and Father are also very familiar with his extended family. Why didn't you just marry her!" Complaining Mother, who suddenly discussed my former Fera.

" Huh Mother, don't be weird! He meant he went home yesterday. Why?" I was surprised, even though since that day, my ex and I were no longer meeting and even communicating.

" Yes, take care of your mother. I'll nitip the same bag as Mama Fera who yesterday the day after only returned from abroad. It's the same Fera, try later Mom and Dad come to ask for it for you. Waiting for you to be able to hold a grandchild again, already the first grandchild Mother brought her Mother, do you not feel sorry for Mother Kholil!" His brother was a little bit tired.

But I'm afraid Anna is angry and even worse I'm not allowed to see my daughter again, which is why I've chosen to be safe instead of having to re-concile.

" Later discussed again, Mom. Kholil is really late." I replied immediately after the chat session.

I quickly moved on after finishing my meal on the plate, preparing to leave soon. I can't wait to see Erika, she must have grown up now, last time she visited when she was a year and a half and then I went home, screaming in my room because I felt my life was unfair. It was also what prevented my parents from going there.

" It's over, so fast!" Prores Mother who seemed to be holding me back.

" Kholil is full, Ma Ya already Kholil went first, Ma'am greetings to Dad, Assalamualaikum.." My pamphlet sauntered away after kissing my mother's hand.

" Waalaikumsalam, be careful on the road, do not have to speed!" Shouted Mother reminded, who I only replied by pointing my thumb and then got into the car.

Slowly the car moved out of the gate and began to enter the streets that were so crowded, maybe because the red date so many residents who flocked out of the house just a breath of fresh air or on vacation with their families and friends.

After a journey of about four hours, I finally reached the hometown of my ex-wife Anna. After putting my car in the front yard I saw the surrounding quiet when getting off the car along with the adzan bedhuk reverberating.

I also intend to go to Mushola first to worship. And when I'm done I go back to my ex-in-law's house. When I was about to say hello, I saw the Father who came out of the house and saw me.

" Eh there's Kholil Nak." Welcome him who smiles at me.

" Assalamualaikum." I immediately shook my hands.

" Waalaikumsalam, alone son? Come on in. - Come in." He said as he asked me to come in and sit in the living room chair that I immediately followed.

" Yes, sir, how are you? Also the news of Mom and the others as well, may all be healthy." My word.

" Alhamdulillah healthy all my son. Wait a minute let me call Mom first." The man who walked to the back.

Before long there was the sound of a child crying and it seemed like I knew this voice, who else if not the cry of my daughter Erika. It turns out Erika does like to cry, or indeed children like to cry.

I remembered what happened back then, it was Erika's crying that provoked my emotions. But it was also not the fault of Erika who knew nothing. Rice has also become porridge, regrettably it is of no use.

" Look at your dad coming.."

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