Tough Widow
Akur

The first day Hanan followed Ayu's silent groove. He did not know what to say, all wrong and stiff when near him. 

The second day he tried to melt the atmosphere, often spoiled to the mother and also talk strangely, but also did not get a good response. 

The third day, Hanan was used to it, but somehow Ayu still did not wake him at dawn. As a result, he never prayed together with family because it was too late. I have to swallow disappointment again.

The fourth day, Hanan tries to be alone in the room. Looking for answers to immediately melt Ayu's heart. Convinced that he and Chika are just friends like the others, but as if the road is still deadlocked to make him have to be more patient again. 

Day five, Hanan left the house to clear his mind. Every time he met Ayu who was indifferent, his heart ached like a crumple. He met some of his friends just to ask for advice. At least he thought maturely with the next step. 

''If I thought you would buy a fancy gift for your mama, she would forgive you, said one of Hanan's schoolmates. 

''If I think you should be around your mama. Anyway looking for attention with your good attitude, '' added another. 

''Yes, you must look good in her eyes, so that your mother sees your sincerity.''

Hanan finished his coffee which stayed a little. Perhaps the advice from them there is true although repeatedly also failed. He had to keep drawing attention in the eyes of his mother. 

Cell phones ringing out the conversation. 

Hanan read the message sent from Angga. 

Go home, kid! Mama's worried. 

There was a smile engraved on the corner of Hanan's lips. Yes, although he believes it is purely a message from Angga at least linking his mother's name that may not care about him. 

Hanan typed something. ''Okay, Pa. I'll be home soon.''

Before he wears his helmet, take pictures first with his friends do not forget to include the name of the cafe where he hangs out at this time and then upload on the story Wa hopes his mother sees it. 

''I go home first,'' said Hanan, fighting tos with them alternately. Pay for food and drinks ordered before leaving the place. 

''Be careful!'' they shouted almost in unison. 

They are bells, ''Basar mama's children are always noticed. Dating not by.'' They laughed and went back to enjoying the dishes. 

Hanan propelled his motor at medium speed. Penetrating the darkness of the night accompanied by cloudy, and finally half a drizzling trip was invited accompanied by the wind. 

However, that did not make Hanan stop his iron horse. He kept driving it so that he could get home soon. 

''Oh, get wet.'' Hanan hurried off his jacket. 

''Here Den, let aunt take it.'' Auntie approached Hanan and extended her hand. 

''No need, Bi. I can wash it myself. Mama hasn't slept?'' tanya Hanan checked her phone which turned out to be still on even though it was a little wet. 

''I don't know, but the middle room is already quiet, '' replied the aunt popping her head towards the door. Make sure his words are not wrong. 

''The light is dead.'' 

Hanan furrowed his brows. Yes, he resigned maybe tonight is not the time to talk to Ayu. 

''Thanks, Bi. Next time aunt won't wait.'' Hanan. Walk slowly. As aunt said, the room downstairs was indeed very quiet even the lights were dimly lit. 

''Forgive me, Ma. I promise I will be the obedient child as I wish, Mama.'' Placing his body on a soft mattress and thick blanketed, but felt outside, cold filled with darkness. 

Perhaps closing your eyes will clear your mind, and you can re-design what you will do later. 

Alarm beeping. Hanan jumped out of his bed and rushed to the bathroom. Not forgetting to brush your teeth and wash your face. Taking wudhu. Tidying up his appearance while waiting for the chant adzan reverberate. 

''Finally, this morning I was able to pray together with my family.'' Wearing his black peci. Proud to be able to get up on your own and not too late. 

A few minutes later, the awaited finally arrived. The sound of the Adhan sounded melodious from the direction of the mosque which was quite far from his home. Hanan smiled. He got up and came out of his room. Knocking on the door of Alifa's room which was still tightly closed. 

''Build, Deck! it's shajuh, '' Hanan shouted.  

''Yes.'' There was a hoarse voice from inside, it meant that Alifa was indeed awake. Then switch to Adiba's room and do the same. 

He deliberately went down along with his two sisters so as not to be too awkward when dealing directly with the mother. 

On arrival at the corner of the stairs, the door opened. Angga came out followed by Ayu from behind. They were surprised to see his three hearts that seemed ready to congregate. 

''Who woke you up?'' tanya Ayu pointed at Alifa and Adiba. 

''Brother Hanan, ''' they replied in unison. 

Ayu looked at Hanan who was standing at the very back. His eyes were glazed over, feeling that it was unfair to have ignored him for several days.

Hanan was approaching Ayu. 

''If anything happens to me, only one request, Ma. Please forgive me, because I can't possibly die peacefully before I get my mama's forgiveness."

Ayu's heart was beating fast.His entire body was weak. His hands trembled until the prayer beads in his hands fell down. Clear circles flowed, contemplating what he was doing to the man. 

What kind of words are those? Yes, he was very afraid of losing, especially Hanan said the word die. It would be unimaginable if that happened. 

Hanan grabs Ayu's hand and kisses her. Inhaling in a soothing aroma. 

Before long the word slid a circular hand on Hanan's back tightly. Obviously, it's a sign of not wanting to lose. A kiss landed on the man's head accompanied by tears. 

The sound of sobs is heard making the atmosphere become haru. Finally they got along after a few days of fierce silence. 

Angga could only endure the almost etched smile. Didn't expect Hanan to be so clever as to take the heart of her mother.

''I promise I won't make you hurt. I have also decided to make friends with Chika, Hanan said without taking off her arms. 

Ayu just said thanks. A sign that he is also happy with the decision, and hopes Hanan understands. 

''Now we pray, the time is up,'' invite Angga ahead of them. 

Thank God, my wife and son finally got along. No kebayang they are silent for a month, surely this house is like a grand cave.

Anga also became a prayer priest as usual.