Tough Widow
The house of Ayu

Harini who was initially happy is now grieving after finding the bitter reality that befell Ayu. If only time could be turned back, there was no way he would leave Ayu alone. But all that has happened. The rice had already become porridge and could not return. 

"I'm sorry, Yu." Harini dragged her heavy feet. Then sit in the living room. Remember Hanan's adorable funny behavior. 

Ikram. He could do nothing but accept Harini's rampage that might happen again. 

"You should have called me before you made your decision. It's not fair to your kids." Harini back to the corner. 

Ckck 

Belt-rigged cream. As if challenging Harini to argue. ''This is my life, so you don't have to interfere.'' Wipe your face towards the window. He looked back at the clock in his hand. 

Harini stood up from her seat. Take off the bag and put it on the table. Staring at the Scrambles with an intense gaze. ''This is your life.'' Pointing the chest of the Ikram. ''But Ayu is also my sister. I promised her parents I'd always take care of her, but what did you do?' Harini's voice sounded slow, but it was a pressure that made Ikram confused to answer. 

''That's it, Ma'am. Why should it be extended. Ayu and I are divorced, and we have nothing to do.'' Desperate kram. He did not want to long argue with Harini who would definitely continue to blame him. 

''Yes, she is not your wife. But Hanan, Alifa and Adiba, they are still your children. Now tell me where Ayu lives?" ask Harini enthusiastically. 

Tin 

The sound of a car horn from the yard is able to undo the Ikram which almost opens the sound. He looked towards the source of the voice. Shortly thereafter, Rani appears to enter and approach Ikram. 

Silent 

All drowned in silence. Look at each other. Rani glanced at the photo in the glass cabinet. Then I looked at Harini again. 

This is my brother Ikram. 

Rani rushed out her hand towards Harini, but was immediately interrupted by the woman to her surprise. 

''I wouldn't have a sister-in-law like you, '' he said. 

Rani pulls the hand of Ikram, a sign asking for a defense from the man. 

''Rani is my wife, so Mbak should accept her like accepting Ayu.'' Ikram does not accept Harini's attitude to Rani who is less commendable. 

Harini folded both her hands. Step closer until you can look at Rani in detail. 

''What if I don't acknowledge her as my sister-in-law," challenged Harini, staring at Rani's appearance from top to bottom. Methane stops on the exposed part of the arm. Not because of his white skin, but there are bite marks there to make an impact. 

''Solar. What matters is that I don't want any commotion here. And one that you must remember is that Rani is my wife.'' Ikram reaffirmed. Although it was unacceptable for Harini. He still desperately defended his wife. 

Harini shrugged both of her shoulders. The care that had been given to the Kram now suddenly disappeared and turned into a deep hatred. 

Harini took her bag again. Tidying up his appearance that looks messy. 

''Now take me to Ayu's house!'' pinta Harini passes through the strapping bodies of Rani and Ikram. 

The sound of shoes and the floor drifted away. Ikram hugged Rani who seemed anxious because of the actions of her brother. 

''Just calm down, sooner or later Harini will definitely accept you.'' Relax back. 

''Remember, Mas. I'm your wife. Do not get close to Ayu or any woman, Rani's message is afraid. 

Ikram smile. Tuck Rani's hair covering her cheeks. ''I won't be tempted by any woman, so don't worry. I just drove Harini's mom to Ayu's house. ''That's it?'' Kiss Rani's forehead gently. 

Just about to charge and launch every word that has been arranged, Ikram suddenly remembered something belonging to Ayu. 

''I'll go to the room first.'' Ikram ran small towards the room. 

Rani, who is now an eriri, took her phone and contacted someone. Declare the next plan if until today do something. 

Crash open the drawer. Picking up Ayu's wallet found at the party. Then left regardless of the call from Rani that filled the air. 

Nothing suspicious, Ikram clearly did not bring anything but a bag of shells. Approaching Harini who was standing next to the door. 

''Come on dong, Ma'am! The soul mate has been arranged with God, so it can not be chosen or choose.'' Ikram opened the door for Harini who was still shrouded in anger.

Harini did not answer. Get in the car because you can no longer buy time. He immediately hugged his three nephews. Especially Adiba who has never been found directly. 

During the trip there was no talk. Ikram and Harini would rather be silent than have to argue like that. Until the car took them in a narrow alley on the edge of the city. 

Harini opened the car glass. His eyes skimmed through some simple-looking houses. 

''Did Ayu really live here?'' ask Harini enthusiastically. Ensuring that the Kram is not misplaced. 

''Yes, Ma'am. That's his house.'' Designate the house at the end. Although simple but makes Harini's heart feel cool. 

Harini got down and walked over to the house that Ikram had appointed. Looking to the right left. Greet the people who relax on the terrace of their respective homes. 

Stop in front of the house. Ayu who was very agitated only heard the chirping of birds behind her cage. 

''Excuse me,'' cried Harini as she knocked on the door. 

Ikram can only see Harini from the direction of the car. I didn't want to help the woman get any closer. 

After several knocks and no response, Arini sat down and opened her phone. Calling the old Ayu number. 

It seems inactive. 

Soon enough, the sound of children whining and screaming from the direction of the side house surprised the dreamy Harini. Rushing closer to a nice house but also tightly closed.

''What might that be Ayu's house, '' most recent Harini. He approached a better house. 

Just as she had done earlier, Harini knocked on the door politely. One knock, the door was wide open. Not the person in front of him was in the spotlight, but the innocent face of the children who were currently behind.

Five years was not a short time, but Harini still remembered that the boy who was running around was his nephew. Son of Ayu and Ikram.

''Hanan,'' call Harini lirih. His voice was stifled until he was not able to be as loud as he wanted.

Feeling called, Hanan turned to look at Harini and smiled broadly.