WIDOW BECAUSE OF WIDOW (SADNESS )
Delivering to the child

Today is the verdict of the divorce hearing, officially Hanan and Yasmin of conjugal relations.

Yadmin was a little sad last night, not because she was crying for Hanan, not also regretting but more because she felt like she was failing, feeling unable to fight for her son.

Betrayed continues then banished by Hanan can already reconcile Yasmin's heart. But if it is difficult and more painful about children, but Yasmin is only a woman, trying to survive already, until finally ingested, the destiny is like this.

" Assalamualaikum", Sorenya Hanan made an appointment with Yasmin if she would meet children, especially since she was mentallyak Yasmin had not even once Hanan visited.

" Greetings waalaikum.... Papaakkk", Aya immediately embraced in the arms of his father who was very missed.

" Sister, kangen huh?", Hanan smiled happily seeing Aya so spoiled to him.

" yes, you are rarely here now", protested Aya.

" Where's sister?", Hanan's question rubbed Aya's hair, a sense of kangen also peeling in her heart.

" There, the mother is also there, being in the room", replied Aya while taking off her arms to her father and then moved to call her mother.

" Bundaaa ... bun, there is a father bun.", Call him from outside the door.

Aya opens the door and finds Yasmin teaching.

" There was father bun", Again Aya told.

" Make a drink, and ask whether you have eaten or not? If you haven't bought it at the Mardi bu rice stall, ask what? Here's the money!", Yasmin moved and opened the wallet to take the money and gave it to Aya.

" Mother ga nemuin gapak?", Raut Aya face sad.

" Oh yes, tell the father, the mother is praying, the mother will meet the father, already there ask the father what to drink continue to make", Yasmin sits down to teach and Aya comes out of her room not forgetting to close the door again.

" What do you want to drink, Aya makein pak because the mother is salaried and all praying", replied Aya.

" Idiihh ... father's son is sinter now, can make tea only sugar at least, one teaspoon", Hanan was happy to see his daughter was about to make a drink, he said, although initially hoping to welcome and make a drink is Yasmin.

" Mr!", Sapa Hasan Husain came out of the room.

" How are you?", asked Hanan hugging his son one by one.

" We are good sir", they answered.

" A week away Hasan's exam huh? and Husain in two weeks, may you get a satisfactory grade", Hanan.

" Yes sir, Aamiin", they answered in unison.

" This sir drinks it, you have eaten yet?", asked Aya while putting a teacup in front of his father.

" Not yet", Hanan answered honestly.

" What do you want to eat?" asked Aya.

" What a son", replied Hanan resigned.

" Mommy, you like to eat the same if you buy in Mardi's mom?", Ask Aya slowly to her mother again.

" So what did Aya buy?".

" Nasi rames sam nila fish fried if there is a pickle for love pickles so that" replied Yasmin slowly.

Ayapun rushed by bicycle to buy rice for the father, while Hanan was engrossed in chatting with Hasan and Husain.

Soon Ayapun came and prepared dishes directly in the open with the wrapper.

" This is sir", Aya gave a packet of rice on a plate complete with a spoon.

Hanan's forehead wrinkled, what's the Rice pack? In his mind asked, hoping to eat whatever is important is Yasmin's cuisine but let alone the cuisine of the person was not nongol to find him.

" Mommy isn't cooking?" asked Hanan.

" Soto cook", replied Husain.

" You eat your mother's cooking if that's the case, this is for you", Hanan put the rice wrapper back to Aya.

" The photo is up sir", replied Aya returned the rice to Hanan.

Hanan was already cheering about eating Yasmin's cooking, his tongue was longing for the wife's cooking which could not be compared to any restaurant but his hopes were dashed.

" Yes already eat first, where to mother how not to come out?", Hanan hopes his ex-wife soon meet him, he said, since he dropped the talaq at all he had never met once since Yasmin had never been present at the trial.

Even Hanan felt longing very much to look for images of Yasmin on his phone but no photos that clouse up, banyakan and it was taken from a long distance.

And finally browsing on social media Yasmin but it turns out Yasmin has deleted all the photos about her about Yasmin about everything related to her, even her profile is also just a post.

Hanan recalled that when he was crying, lamenting his regrets, Yasmin really really really did not want to remember about him anymore, Hanan also remembered when he was mentally, Yasmin immediately returned to the body, and even directly wearing khimar.

" Sir, assalamualaikum", Yasmin came out of the room and greeted Hanan but she wore a mask that was wide and even her snails dropped over her eyebrows, Yadmin only saw her eyes, he did not look straight at Hanan.

" Waalaikum salam bun, how are you?", Hanan was nervous, happy and sad his wife's face was closed only his eyes and even then did not want to look at him straight.

" Well, healthy sir?", replied Yasmin flatly.

" Good father bun!", replied Hanan awkwardly.

Hanan folded the rice wrapper and put it on the table.

" Father's children and mothers want to tell you the same, please let you can spend time sitting with us here" Hanan said, saying, Yasmin noticed Hanan's body which looked much thinner than the last one met.

" Good sir", replied the child at the same time.

" Previously I apologize to all of you, Hasan, Husain and Haya, the daughter of the father, Know by you the father of the same mother decided to separate, because the father can not be fair, because the father can not be fair, you just make your mother always sad, forgive father.but you are a son of a father, every time you need a father, the father will always be there for you.... call me if you miss me or need anything, my father is still the same for you... ", Hanan sobbed withstanding the cry until his shoulders trembled.

The three boys were shocked by his father's words, even Hasan was just silent and did not react to anything different with Haya the boy joined in crying and embracing his father while Husain clasped his mother and sobbed softly without the voice of Yasmin's chest softly, and Yasmin embraced Hasan's shoulder.

" The father of evil... mr. maliktt... whose father is it? Aya the same brother H, or they... continue who the father's wife is? That fierce mother or mother? Why did you choose the mother, the mother was angry with an ugly voice sir, rude! I've got rich makeup Bu Enok (their neighbors who are depressed and like to dress up with menor lipstick, thick powder and high hair), I really like the same... ", Aya protested not to accept, while Hasan stared intently at his father without a sound, but the gaze was like a dagger that hit Hanan's heart.

Seriate......