Treasure, Throne, Renata
Standing on the Battlefield of Rania's Story

15.00 – Home Rania

I heard the roar of a familiar motor in my ear. The motor belongs to Mas Agus Ojek Kila's invitation. I saw Kila get off the bike while carrying a backpack that looked heavy. Today he swam, deserved his baggage to be much. Not to mention the folder bag that he had to carry every day. His thin body was parched due to objections, maybe he was also exhausted.

“ Kakaaaak, you're home. Kok really long sak “, screamed Kica welcomed her only brother in front of the door. He reached out his hand to help bring Kila's folder bag. The two brothers were seen carrying bags in their hands.

I am grateful in the midst of this great sorrow, God bestows the grace of sweet daughters, loving one another. Although they often fight like children in general, but they are like twins who can not be separated. They encourage each other, share joy and always entertain each other. Especially after the presence of little Kian, he is the remedy of our inner wounds. More and more is the reason why I should not linger in sorrow, devote myself to God for all the trials and give thanks for all the favors given up to this moment.

“ His stock runs out ga ?”, I ask the firstborn who is squatting open his shoes in the corner.

“ After dong, I laper out swimming because “ he replied while laying his body on the sofa.

“ Mam, I just saw the house on the side of the road just leaving school. I saw a lot of houses that wrote “Dijual”. I want to help find a house if we move later “, Kila said innocently. His face looked serious but managed to make me hold back a smile mixed with haru.

“ Oya, well thanks Brother. But we find a house whose writing is “Disapat” aja first yes. Because we want to rent a house first, can not buy a new house “, I replied while stroking my eldest son's head.

“ Oh so yes, okay if so, later I find again Mam “, he said while moving to the second floor, usually he wants to change clothes with home clothes.

I watched my son pass by to his room above. I didn't expect the 7-year-old to be so mature, it never occurred to me to look for a home right now. I do often look around for rented houses on the internet, but I do not dare to ask the owner of the house. I don't hold enough money right now. My money is just a few hundred thousand pieces of piano sales that Ray gave me when he was last here.

“ Kica has prayed Ashar yet, pray yuk together with brother”, I said while herding my son to the room. I put Kian into my mother's room so I can chat for a moment with her two brothers. As much as possible I have to give attention and quality time so that they still feel cared for, especially after Ray is gone.

As usual I stood as a priest, my two daughters stood behind. Kila had memorized the prayer, but not for Kica. He still follows our movements while laughing sometimes. After their prayers took turns kissing the back of my hand. Kuelus their heads while asking.

“ You ask what Allah is ”, I ask while looking at Kila.

“ Mmmmhh, I ask for a palace in heaven with God. I want us all to be together in heaven. We are not far from the same Papa ”, he said slowly. Kila's reply managed to make my tears well up.

“ I also want a palace in heaven. In heaven there's his pony huh. Her palace is much bigger than this house” said Kica did not want to lose with her innocent expression.

“ Aamiiin, Inshaallah. May we all meet someday in Heaven. Be a child of Sholeha, fear God, later take Mama to heaven with you yes “, my answer moved until my tears were unstoppable again.

The three of us finally embraced each other. I know their longing is so deep, but they try hard just like me. Moreover, Kila the eldest child, it seems that his sadness has long been quiet but refused to be expressed. O Allah, I ask Your guidance for every decision I will make, I ask for strength and sincerity to keep Your care. I gave up my life and death, my fortune and my soul. If Ray is my destiny, give him back to what he was and bring Ray back into our arms.

20.30 WIB

PINGING

“ Rania, it's me Dion. How are you Ran?”

A Whatsapp message came in while I was reading an online news portal while breastfeeding Kian.

“ Good Dion. Lo how are you ?”

Tumben Dion sent me a message. I haven't seen him in a long time, even during the first meeting at a cafe when Ray would meet to discuss their project. If Dion calls me because of Ray's work, I don't know about it at all.

“ More busy not Ran?. I want to obrolin “, replied Dion who almost made my heart beat hard.

“ No more sleeping with my son. About what ya?”, I answered while half panicking while continuing to type. I repeatedly pressed the wrong keyboard button on my phone screen.

“ Sorry if I was sassy. Previously I was sad for what happened to your relationship “, he replied again. This time it was my hunch, Dion would talk about the state of my household. Dion is Ray's co-worker, and Ray must have told Dion about this.

“ Yes thanks. If anyone wants to be discussed, I happen to have slept “, I replied while sitting and buttoning my negligee.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep

It didn't take long for Dion to actually contact me. I picked up the call and heard the voice of a 40-year-old man across the street.

“ Hello Ran, sori if I disturb malem-malem “, Dion said as I raised his call.

“ It's okay. How's it? What is Yon?”, I can't wait to know what he wants to say.

“ To the point only Ran, I am also confused. You have to say what you don't. I also sprained Ray. I still have work that we live together, even though we actually have different vision “ answers opened the conversation. I heard the sound of the penny of the car he was driving.

“ Sorry Yon, Ray's business I don't know anymore. Since he started at RENTZ, Ray never told me anything again the same I “, I replied.

“ Yes I know. I just want to tell you that Ray has changed now. Performance decreases, work is not completed, never commit to the same promise . Bentar yes I step aside first let the conversation feel good “, he said again.

I dragged Dion into the parking lot while walking back and forth in my room. I was confused by what Dion said, because Ray's job was no longer my business. If Dion asks for compensation for the wrong Ray made, of course I refuse.

“ Hello Ran, sori I just parked briefly “, connect voice over there.

“ Yes it is okay. So how was the story earlier “, I was curious.

“ Ran. Can it be something personal? “, ask slowly with a very careful tone.

“ Hah? Sure, but what was it?”, my heart pounded so hard my hands trembled.

“ Lo know what really happened to the household lo ?”, asked Dion while continuing to spread the puzzle.

“ Wah Yon complex. I think Ray's changed since he worked at RENTZ. His mind is a lot distracted, many projects are canceled because he cannot work alone. Bills come from here and there, my house just has to be sold because of economic problems “, I replied while staring at the thoughts of all our life problems.

“ That's all you know? Is there anything more to the business about you two? ’’, ask interrogate.

“ Last time he said peg it, he wanted me more independent. I have to socialize a lot not at home, a lot of hanging out to get input from many people. Sometimes I have to flirting with guys. Crazy Yon, what the fuck I was told to flirting the same guy who is not my mahram “, my words just flowed when I remembered Ray saying those words from his mouth.

Dion laughed out loud as he heard my words just now. Whether this is a good time or not to laugh at my words, but I have to admit what Ray said was ridiculous.

“ I'm sure you must be confused as Ray talks about Ran “, replied Dion while chuckling.

“ It's Yon, rich people mabok know not. If I'm a wife who is not real, often out of the mallem, rough same child, never feed them, just natural if Ray my talak. Then he asked me who did not “, replied me with an angry tone mixed with emotions.

“ Gini Ran, I have to tell you the truth. I talked to me about you guys, and he asked me to tell you the same story even though it's none of our business. I am only concerned about the condition of you and the children of “, he said with a cautious tone, as if getting ready to reveal a big secret.

“ Ray has a simple woman in Bandung Ran, do you know it ?”

Dion's statement and question made me gasp. My heart stopped and my hands went limp. My phone is wet from cold sweat. My knees were limp until I had to sit on the front floor of my bedroom door. I can't answer Dion's question right now, my voice is choked and my mind is not lost.

“ Ran, you still there ? “, call Dion over there, try to make sure I don't faint or have a heart attack.

“ Yes Yon. I dengerin lo. Who's girl? Do I know? “, let me limp while leaning on the door of the room.

“ I can't tell who he is, my mission is to tell you all this so you know the real situation. Stop wishing for him. Sorry to say Ran, you better let him go “. Dion was in the middle of silence that night.

“ Speechless Yon , I have to how now?”, my question is back. The sound of a wall clock ticking in the playroom broke the silence, sounding in rhythm with my heart beating ever more thumping.

“ Lo must be strong Ran. Soon we will face a fight. Ray has filed for divorce with a religious court. Lo is on the battlefield right now, so you have to know where you are, and what to prepare for “, explained Dion.

“ Astagfirullah, is he seriously going to fight for divorce in court? “, my heart again gasps at Ray's maneuver for my marital status.

“ Yes Ran, as I said. Ray already has another girl, he's really serious about the woman. They have been in contact for a long time, now the time bomb has exploded “.

“ Female is her client or her office temen? “, my question while cutting Dion's talk.

“ Temen Ran office. I can't tell you more about this woman, because I don't know anything. It does not matter who he is, what you should focus on is to prepare yourself for the court later “ said Dion trying to divert so as not to ask further about the woman.

“ Prepare for your own battle Ran, the game is on “ concluded Dion while ending his talk.

“ Thanks Dion, I really appreciate your concern. It hurts, but I have to be strong for the kids. Greetings to your wife and children yes, I thank you guys”, I replied while holding back tears.

“ You’re welcome Ran, tell us if you need some help. Take care “.

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I turned off my phone that was hot. My hands are still limp and shaking. My body was dazed and I was still sitting on the floor leaning against the door. My emotions were raging and my mind was busy guessing who the woman Dion was referring to. He is Ray's co-worker.

In the instant that my sadness was gone, there was a power that made me rise from my seat. I opened my Instagram account, tried to open Ray's account. Shit, it turns out my account was already blocked by him. I tried to open another social media account but it turned out to be nil. Ray has also closed his Facebook account.

I'm not giving up. I called my best friend Nayla.

“ Nay, you haven't slept yet right?. Help me out. Hold on “, hold me to him as he picks up my call.

“ Not yet, what is malem-malem Ran “, he replied while amazed to hear myself who was like a hurry.

“ Lo is still the same Ray on Instagram right? Try checking Ray's post some time back “, I asked Nayla who still sounded confused.

“ Still ready anyway. I took one more hp, so it's good to see his instagram. What the hell is Ran ?”, he asked still finding out the purpose of my goal.

“ Just see first, tar I tell you “, I replied impatiently.

“ Yes, can still see the Ray account. I saw the post 3 weeks ago, 1 month ago, the same 2 months ago. Must be flanked? “, replied Nayla who seemed to be observing Rayendra's account.

“ Any likes ga in his post?. If there is a mention who consistently likes for several times he posted photos “, I replied quickly.

“ Bentar, there are but not many anyway. Here's a photo of him with his mother, a picture of his father, and there's a photo of him himself but poetic pompous use all the wise words. I like the average guy, but not a lot. There are Hanif123, AnggaraSukmajaya, ToniSetiawan, Adrianus, TantowiAhmad, RenataRahardjo “, Nayla replied while reading one account owner who likes every Ray post.

“ Renata!!!. How many times has he liked Ray's posts? “, ask me with frenzy. My feeling is getting stronger.

“ Wait a minute, rich about 10 posts he likes nih. Who is Renata Ran? You know ?”, asked Nayla more and more confused.

“ Ok Thanks Nay, I'll tell you later. Bye “, I said close the conversation.

In a few seconds I opened my Instagram account and I was looking for Renata Rahardjo. Exit the account with the name RenataRahardjo with a photo profile that is very familiar face. That face I saw in the photo Ray showed me when he launched the product in December. The straight-haired woman touches the shoulders, about 40 years old, thin-lipped with a sharp eye highlight. Ray once told me about this female figure, she is a single mother with 1 child who has grown up in adolescence. Even more surprising, his son went to the same High School as me. Ray deserves to be so proud of his team, willing to take Bandung-Tangsel every week since July last year. Now that the truth has been revealed slowly, all Ray's lies will be revealed. I posted a wise quote on my Instagram.

“Perhaps something is delayed because it is about to be perfected,

Removed for being saved,

And disappeared because it will soon be replaced”

- Anonymous

I put a heart emoticon and I tagged RenaRahardjo's account on the post. I don't know what was on my mind at that time, just consider the greeting of the introduction of Rania Chairunnisa who is legally still the wife of Rayendra Saputra.