WIDOW BECAUSE OF WIDOW (SADNESS )
Sholehah's Wife

Hanan finally entered the room again following Yasmin who was already slumbering.

Encapsulate and envelop Yasmin and follow Yasmin in a dream.

At night Yasmin woke up as usual she would complain sadly to her eternal lover, prostrate and beg for His forgiveness, then continued in the kitchen to gulp warm water from the thermos alone do not need to boil the pour kegelas and open the place where the rice was taken just a little bit there begedel leftover yesterday afternoon and there is also an omelet, that's enough to fill Yasmin's stomach until the mahrib later.

After eating his meal, Yasmin drank warm water and then headed to the bathroom to cleanly prepare to welcome dawn.

That was how Yasmin complained about her grief, never against Hanan's words, but He had the place where she believed she could take care of all her complaints, not only that it even gave her a way out of every conceivable affair of her life, it just takes perseverance and patience.

" Sir woke up at dawn first", Yasmin said slowly awakening Hanan.

Yasmin said that her husband's tumben should be built, as long as she was her husband Hanan was diligent in going to the mosque at dawn.

" Hah it's noon bun?", Hanan asked in surprise.

" Already adhan, did you not hear?", asked Yasmin pelas even though in her mind there was a sense of wonder Yasmin could still menhaga intonasi speech.

" Oh, no bun", Hanan immediately rushed towards the bathroom.

While Yasmin went out to open the fence padlock so that her husband could go straight to the mosque did not waste any more time to open the lock.

Hanan walked in haste because he had heard iqomah a moment ago.

" Mister heart, do not run away, later the prayer is not even solemn", said Yasmin reminded Hananto.

Hearing the words of Yasmin Hananpun slowed down his path, as reminded that prayer should not be rushed if left behind can be makmum masbuk.

In Hanan's heart as he stepped he smiled, his wife was like a reminder of a little thing that he rarely practices.

Yasmin went back into her house and woke her children, should Hasan and Husain to the mosque but the two teenage children were still difficult to wake up should be more painstaking Yasmin reminded.

That is the duty of parents, and now he must be even harder to guide his children because surely Hanan will be more rarely help to supervise his three daughters.

" Sister wakes up", Yasmin opens the door to her two sons' room and turns on the lights to get them up.

" Yes bun", replied Husain.

Yasmin rushed to Haya's room and woke up her daughter, the same thing she did was turn on the lights so that the terrace and her daughter would wake up immediately.

" Yes bun", replied Haya malasa malasan.

Yasmin then prayed in the room, while teaching even though it was only one 'ain Yasmin still took the time to read the holy sentence.

Hanan has returned from Yasminpun mosque to the kitchen to make her husband's coffee and breakfast for her children.

" Want breakfast first or all breakfast s*** in my honeymoon home", replied Yasmin in the end, with a voice whispering a little afraid her son was dying, but Yasmin's answer made Hanan like in a hot water flush, "Shocked and immediately smouldering", How not his wife was rarely talking about the same benefits.

" Why is that talking?", Hanan really did not think his wife was talking like that.

Again Yasmin was silent, her hands were busy weeding vegetables then peeling onions, concocting herbs for vegetables for the morning and evening, for the provision of her three children Yasmin making sausage noodles roll eggs only, for example, for breakfast, Yasmin made fried rice and ungkep chicken for her children to come home from school later in the afternoon there are also stir-fried vegetables.

Hanan sat at the table eating while sipping black coffee made by his wife, his three children followed for breakfast.

" Your mother has prepared your supplies" Yasmin told her three children.

" Yes bun, thank you, we went first Assalamualaikum", The three men greeted the father of the same mother alternately.

" Mommy will go to work at random hours and go home maybe maghrib" said Yasmin.

" Good bun", Haya also resigned, should the child still need a lot of guidance from his mother but Yasmin is now working and that makes the boy will spend a lot of time alone at home.

Yasmin looked at the departure of her three children by reciting a prayer so that her son would always find useful knowledge.

" You leave now also bun, later if there can be a father to go home to this house if not the father of the night will immediately sleep at the house of the Goddess", Hanan said when Yadmin was back in the kitchen.

" If you can try to go home, sir, if you stay there waiting for your new sleeping child to leave" said Yasmin, trying to keep his child mentally from going down if he knows directly his father did not come home.

" Mother does not know how to explain especially to Haya, mother is afraid they will hate you sir", Yasmin stopped her voice because her throat was immediately blocked.

However, his three children should still need the guidance of both parents, have been accustomed to want to sleep and wake up there are always both parents arrived the father rarely came home, want whatever reason feels wrong, it feels wrong, a teacher who teaches still in the same area although different sub-districts but still close to just riding a 15-minute motorbike also arrived, why not go home, then where? haya must be confused by it.

" Yes", Hanan knew very well that it was finally according to him.

" Whatever the love of the father to the woman mother just please keep paying attention to the growth and development of children" said Yasmin softly, but made Hanan stunned.

There was a sense of being tucked away in his heart, with Yasmin's statement just now, his tone relaxed with no emotion, "Is Yasmin so hurt that there's no sense in him anymore?", Bathin Hanan, he said, but Hanan who is pubescent is selfish not to know more about his wife's words, instead making it look like his wife is understanding and has accepted his destiny polygamous.

" Yes, in the afternoon you come home, mother work what the hell until maghrib?", asked Hanan.

" What do you think you can do? A housewife who has been unemployed for a long time, every day only takes care of the kitchen, mattress and well continues now work? Need more adjustments sir, Alhamdulillah mother of a scholar try if binda only graduates of Junior High must be the mother at this time can only wash clothes neighbors, cry mourning fate, right?", Of course it was only Yasmin's words in her heart because in reality Yasmin did not answer so.

Seriate.....

If the reader has experience it feels like being a polygamous child can be a story or give input yes....

Because the author blas... Alhamdullah....

May my readers always be the best partner for their partner and dear always Aamiin