Treasure, Throne, Renata
The Story of Rania
“ Mam when papa comes home? “, asked my son Kila as he was about to get ready to sleep in my room. Kica had fallen asleep since last day because of a fun day playing.
“ He said 3 more days sak “, I replied doubtfully. I am still in a daze, Ray's words about this house the other day still occupy my mind. Now he has returned to Bandung, while I was tasked to photograph all parts of the house for him to post on the internet.
It's hard to let go of this house. Not because of the material, but the good memories with Ray and the children still loom in all corners of this house. My bedroom, was our favorite place to hang out, hang out, hug each other. My son's room I just decorated with their favorite wallpaper, a room I deliberately designed so they would learn to sleep without us. The playroom was deliberately decorated with Kila's paintings while she was drawing courses. I arranged all his paintings into a gallery, so that one day he would be proud of his own work. Down to the 1st floor, there is a living room as well as a family room which is where we chat with family and relatives. Where we watch television while ordering food via the app every weekend. In the corner of the living room there is a digital piano owned by Kila, a certificate of appreciation when Kila followed the recital plastered on it. Ray played my favorite song, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I used to sit next to him watching Ray's fingers dance on the piano keys singing our favorite songs. Shifting to the back garden, this is our favorite spot for photos and swing with children. A small garden that we decorated as a place to unwind our fatigue. Ivory betel leaves grow out like a curtain that dances to decorate the wall of the back garden wall. Various foliage and some neatly arranged flower pots decorate the wall shelf to make it look beautiful. We and our family often gather in this park to just drink tea with Ray's favorite fried bakwan. Ray really likes fritters made by my mother, could run out a plate he spent all alone.
I let out my breath. I closed my eyes and tried to erase all those memories. This heartache O God. I'm not sad about losing my home, but I'm not ready to lose all my good memories. I hugged Kila who seemed to have been sleepy in my bed. I held my firstborn's body tight until he fell asleep. I deliberately invited the two children to sleep in my room since Ray was often in Bandung. This room became too big, quiet and quiet without Ray by my side anymore.
Next Day.
“ Pap these photos of the house yes , description of the house you wrote yourself aja “ wrote me on a Whatsapp message.
“ Ok “ answer briefly.
“ You when to go home ?”, ask you again
“ Don't know “, say again.
I was devastated by Ray's extremely cold reply. I need a conversation partner to get all my complaints out. I finally decided to call my mother-in-law. I've been spilling all my grief about Ray this whole time.
“ Mama is saddened by Ran, but mama can't do anything. Try to follow all you want Ray, who knows God melted his heart to return to how it used to be “, said my mother-in-law.
“ I've followed all want Ray, I'm sorry to ever fuss the other day.but Ray is still cold. If I can be honest, as long as I was pregnant until now I never protested with her. Rania's heart hurts actually “, I replied while sobbing.
My mother-in-law just stayed at the other end. Not much advice came out of his mouth. He just told me to pray a lot for God to give Ray back as he was. Unsatisfied with my confidences with my mother-in-law, I sought contact in a family group that was old enough to help solve my problems. Finally I ventured to contact Mas Doni, he is the ex-husband of Kak Anggi who died 9 years ago. But Mas Doni is still considered a big brother to all of us, I think he is the right person to talk to.
“ Mas please help me mas, I don't know how else ngadepin Ray “, I asked with memelas when Mas Doni heard my curses.
“ I'm surprised to hear Ray is rich like Ran, I setau I you guys are fine. You look happy until you can have a house, have three children, even last met you guys well aja “, replied Mas Doni in a tone of disbelief.
“ I think is also fine, but maybe not according to Ray mas. I have to follow what Ray wants. I want to change for the sake of my home. I believe every household is tested, and I'm always ready for it. I will maintain my household mas “, I cried while glaring at my sister-in-law.
“ Gini yes Ran, I am very concerned about you guys. I love you both so much, let alone my three beautiful nieces. I'll help as much as I can, I'll call mom so we can talk about this until it's over. Lo relax aja Ran, I definitely want the best for you guys “, said Mas Doni a little calm my heart.
Afternoon
Mas Doni's calling
“ Hello Mas how “ tanyaku sprightly when receiving a call Mas Doni when I just finished putting Kiana to sleep.
“ Ran you can go to mama ga's house right now? Pinta Mas Doni without further ado
“ Want to talk about what mas “, I ask again. considering the distance of my house in Tangsel and his mother's house in Bogor quite far.
“ Mama has called Ray to go home soon mama. Honestly, my Ran is the same mom trying to be a mediator between you, hopefully I can mediate all your problems so far.
“ Okay mas I get ready first if so, then so already my way to call. Until I meet you later mas “, I replied as I rushed down to tell my mother to help Kila and Kica prepare clothes.
16.30 WIB
PINGING
“ Ran we meet at home mom yes “. A line of short messages from Ray appeared on my phone's notification.
“ Yes pap, I'm walking soon. Taxi has not come, later so I have gone up I told “, I replied to the man who is now rushing to Bogor from Bandung. I didn't mind Ray's coldness on me. Maybe if Ray had behaved like this, I immediately rang the war drums. No woman wants to be kept quiet, abandoned, ignored like this. What was my fault was so great that Ray was indifferent until this second.
But now that things are different, I don't have the strength to go to war with him. I just gave birth to my third child. There is no point in having to harbor feelings of annoyance or anger at Ray, I have to focus on giving ASI to Kian. My body is still sore, my stitches are not dry. Laugh out loud or scream I can't.
20.15 WIB
The taxi we were riding in arrived at a large courtyard where my in-laws lived. I saw our Chevrolet parked in the garage. Ray came out of the house and opened the door to our car. Kila and Kica screamed with joy at her papa who had arrived first at their oma house.
Mother-in-law, Mas Doni and Nana were already waiting for us with tense faces. They told me and my mom to eat, but I'm not feeling well. Ray's face was as tangled as one filled with the burden of suffering.
“ Eat first Ran “, said Ray while giving a plate of rice and chicken opor made by my mother-in-law to me. I received the plate and I ate while feeding Kila and Kica. My mouth is no longer tasteful, even though my stomach is hungry to ask to be filled. My mother-in-law seemed worried, but she tried to cover up all her anxiety by joking with my mother.
After eating I was still sitting in the living room with my mother, Nana, and children. Ray told me and my mom to go into my mother-in-law's room. There was already the mother-in-law, Mas Doni and Ray who wanted to talk about our problems. Kila, Kica and Kian are taken care of by Nana and her husband. I strengthened my heart to face Ray, I resigned to what will happen tonight. As my mother sat beside me, the look on her face revealed a deep sadness.
“ Mother, Rania, and Ray. Sorry tonight Doni as the elder sister, and trusted by mama, came to help mediate the problems that Ray and Rania faced. Hopefully we can talk about this household issue in a good way “, said Mas Doni opened the conversation.
“ Ray, all this time what's been the problem of lo? What do you want to tell Rania? “, asked Doni with a gaze pointing at Ray.
“ I have for many years been married to Rania. It turns out that all this time I feel this time it has not matched mas “, said Ray with a ketus tone.
I was surprised to hear Ray's words. Scroll his face and look deeply into his eyes.
“ I've had the last few months we fuss constantly, it's not suitable, my problem is already very much. My financial situation is dropping, debt collector chasing me because for the sake of pleasing Rania, I owe up to 200 million “, he said while pointing at me.
“Eh briefly yes, 200 million? That's the money you borrowed to finance your project Ray? Not the money I hold? “, my serobot is sewed for feeling Ray has slandered me.
“ Yes just the same for you, for my family I take the project desperately until I have to bear the debt “, he replied while continuing to evade.
Oh my God, who is this man I'm talking to?. He was definitely not my husband anymore.The look in his eyes, his style of speech, until the way he treated me already seemed foreign to me. My mother was emotional, a disappointed, angry and sad look emanated from her eyes. He wanted to speak up for me but was powerless.
“ Ray, making a living for the wife is the responsibility of the husband. As difficult as it is, it has become your duty. All that is indeed a windfall that you have to pick up, Ray !”, refute Mas Doni who sounded disappointed from his voice.
My mother-in-law looked confused and ruffled her gray hair. His face was pale. Just like my mother, she could not say anything because their feelings were also very hurt to see the fate of our household that was on the edge.
“ Right, I agree mas. It's all my responsibility. I also have the right to determine the direction of my household to be taken. Do I have to start again with Rania with a tangled problem? I can't be sure how much longer? Sorry Ran, during the marriage with you I was never happy!”, snapped Ray who immediately my world seemed to collapse hearing the answer.
I could not speak, my eyes wide open to hear his words. NEVER BE HAPPY. What kind of words did he make that he could call unhappy. All the memories sweet, joking, having fun, until the presence of our three little daughters he said unhappy?
“ Not happy how the hell Ray?, many married couples out there who want to be like you. Until you can have three daughters, let alone the last child who was just born? How does the story Kiana can exist in the world if you are not happy with Rania? “, Serobot Mas Doni who was disappointed with Ray's answer.
“ The kids are just my outing. Honestly, Kiana is the result of thinking my wild idea, who knows with the children again feeling I can return to love Rania “, said Ray with his answer that increasingly bounces uncalled.
My hand was clenched while squeezing the pillow in my lap. Very disappointed piled up in my chest. Instantly I want to rampage in my mother-in-law's room, if slapping the husband is innocent, want me to slap and I throw a pillow in my in-law's mattress at him, he said, then I tore his face. Maybe he said Kiana's presence was because of her wild idea. My tears have poured out, my pride has been torn apart by a man who is none other than my husband.
My mother seemed sobbing, my mother-in-law tried to calm her by rubbing her back.this time my mother-in-law could not bear to speak up.
“ Ray, you're beating mama this time. Mama guarantees Rania will turn into a wife like you asked. Mama is Ray's guarantee, love Rania another chance “, said my in-laws who tried to convince Ray to try to improve our relationship.
“ Can't ma, Ray don't know how long it will last “ answer is short.
“ Yes Ray, I can't convince you any further. I present here as a brother and om who really care about Rania and your children. I hope you can make the best and most sensible decision possible. I want to go home, it's too bad because “ said Mas Doni while patting Ray's shoulder.
Mas Doni pamit saluted my in-laws and mother. My mother's face was very tired and could no longer endure the deep sadness. Instantly his body was unsteady as Mas Doni hugged his body. He screamed hysterically and fainted in Mas Doni's arms. I immediately got out of bed hugging my mother, I whispered lafadz istigfar while clutching tightly to my mother who was still hysterical. I felt the disappointment and sadness that he had been feeling, plus he witnessed for himself how Ray treated tonight.
Tonight's supposed mediation meeting turned into a tragedy. Ray said he was never happy for 8 years when we were married. Ray's face is getting tangled, as tangled as the other faces in this house. Only heard the laughter of children who still innocently do not understand what is going on. Hearing their faces, these hearts were getting crumpled dim. I can't bear to let my household be destroyed while there are 3 hearts that I have to support his future.
This sadness is not over yet, day after day Ray became like hell to me…
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