WIDOW BECAUSE OF WIDOW (SADNESS )
Hananto Grief

Hanan was still silent in the mosque when it was released magrib, intending to wait until the time of the day just come home.

Although the mosque is small and located in the village it turns out to be quite full if the time to pray. Even after Maghrib there are studies that discuss polygamy.

" Polygamy is sunnah, if the first wife can qualify should survive with one wife, because polygamy must meet several conditions, the first of course must be fair, and the first must be fair, do not do polygamy because you want more gangsi than friends, or because of a momentary desire, if possible polygamy it must be programmed first, because polygamy it takes everything extra, extra energy, extra time, and even worse is the extra money.... The energy is certain, the time, each wife their wife needs time to discuss, chat, tell stories.", Ustadz who studied the study explained and gave an overview of polygamy.

Hanan is stunned whenever ustadz provides insight into polygamy.

" If one wife is able to make all the needs of a husband fulfilled yes already one, if you have to add a wife, make sure if your second wife is sholehah, obedient worship, *so that there will be communication with the first wife well, instead of being a stove to separate the bonds of previous marriage.....", Ustadz speech this time makes Hanan tub in a big tumper (Charcoal whose fire is burning ).

Hanan* bowed limp, everything utadz said just now was slapped in the face. But everything has happened, regretting it is useless.

Hanan is determined to settle all matters with Yasmin, already so must free Yasmin to continue her life.

" Ogh, remember the house?!", Cynical Goddess when Hanan arrived home, Hanan was just straying the cynical Goddess.

" What is that??" asked the cynical Goddess seeing Hanan hauling a suitcase into the house.

" Father clothes, you will often be here as your mother wishes, do not open", replied Hanan ketus, even though in the suitcase it contains important items Hanan.

The goddess smiled meaningfully hearing Hanan would often be in this house.

" You're splitting up, aren't you? Won't refer anymore right?!", asked the Goddess a little slowly there was fear when her husband snapped at the question.

There was no answer from Hanan, nor was there any glare that hinted at an answer to the Goddess's question.

" Did not cook?", asked Hanan to divert the conversation, as his stomach was actually no hunger but it was true he had not eaten unless he had breakfast with Yasmin this morning.

And the memory was successful in making Hanan's heart grimace, his heart rippled and churned violently in pain.

" Last breakfast maybe, yes it was the last breakfast and last I ate the mother's cooking!", Hanan rubbed his chest that arrived like a rusty knife.

" Mama didn't cook, the child bought a chicken geprek, want to buy fried rice?", asked Dewi.

" Make coffee" Hanan replied without looking at the Goddess.

Rushing Dewi made coffee for Hanan, with a little komat komit Dewi blowing coffee before being presented to Hanan her husband.

Hanan sipped his coffee, his breath blowing violently. I don't know a sip of hot coffee that goes through his throat doesn't taste anything, it's still the same taste, empty, his heart is empty, his heart's mouth is like squeezed to withstand the pain of taking off the very precious thing in his life.

Until late Hanan was still sitting quietly on the sofa, there was no movement at all even though the Goddess had called and had acted here and there like invisible to Hanan.

" Don't tell the children first, let the father later tell them about our condition", Message sent and Yasmin read but did not reply.

" I'm sorry, thank you for fifteen years together", Yasmin said she had no intention of replying.

And because of that message Yasmin remembered something that was to delete all the photos of her with Hanan that had been uploaded on her media side.

Even photos of himself were not felt by Yasmin, but Yasmin had saved it through photo paper printing to be album, to be stored by herself.

Yasmin then put up an inscription in lieu of an image of her.

Sincerity

A sincere heart is seen from not liking to be praised, praised or admired for its possessions, because that is like never the union of water and oil.

Hanan did not know the meaning of Yasmin's writing as a substitute for her photo profile.Hanan knew Yasmin meant to have made this farewell, "thank God", Inner Hanan.

While Yasmin has not been able to close her eyes, even though the night is getting late.

Despite being sincere and also thinking about the worst thing after polygamy but in fact Yasmin's heart remains sad, married and had three children certainly never happy, ever sad together. Now we have to forget those memories, it takes time.

Yasmin's tears melted again, on the bed, and everything was still left behind the scent of her ex-husband, Even Yasmin still memorized Hanan's habits, her husband's smile, her laughter all.

The pain Hanan gave had indeed made his heart hurt so much, but still left behind memories as well. One can say forget, you must be happy, it is not important that people like Hanan, heartless, evil and moreover... But who lived and shared love with Yadmin to give birth to three children that Hanan is not someone else, it is not easy of course to erase the traces of memories.

Salut indeed if there are people can move on, because the truth is a sincere person is difficult to move on, everything is done with the heart, until the most grieving heart goes.

Yasmin is not unable to move on, but Yasmin just needs more time than anyone else.

" Yes Robb.... Please let go of this feeling, I am aware that you have forbidden everything so please eliminate it because the Servant does not want to live with this unworthy burden", Yasmin muttered with distinction.

Yasmin tried to close her eyes, her heart was more relieved, the memory was there because it never happened could not just disappear but life mush go on anyway, even though sad, even if disappointed, all the time.

When sad keep in mind the power, as well as the moment of happiness still have a lot to be grateful, when whatever is already in its determination, just live with the time that continues to pass, let time answer and bring itself to find its next taste.

Meanwhile Hanan was still wrapped in deep sorrow, the sorrow of losing his family.

What would he tell his parents later, if they asked him about his family, about his wife's son, Hanan is unsure in the near future that her son will be with her without Yasmin even though it is looking at their older grandmother.

Seriate.....