Widow of Two Children in Pinang Bujang
The Part 27
Rahma awoke when it was still dark, where people were still sleeping. Happiness and enthusiasm make it difficult to fall asleep soundly. I don't know why he's always like that if he's going to travel far.
Slowly he got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. Shortly with a wet face he came out, then headed to the corner of the room and held a prayer mat.
Amidst the silence of the night, for a moment Rahma turned her hands to the almighty for protection and smoothness on the way.
“Aamiin...!!!” He said while wiping his face, please do’a di mengapkan.
After cleaning his face and prayer mats, he picked up the phone on the nightstand. Want to send a message and ask for certainty that her husband will come home or not. But urung, fear of disturbing because it is still too early.
Down to the bottom floor, it turns out there is a bi Nah who has also been up and cleaning the kitchen. “Bi Nah already woke up also turned out.” Rahma walked over.
“Eh, yes bu.” Slightly jerk bi Nah smiled. Without much asking Rahma deftly helped.
**
Rahma and bi Nah were sitting on the floor, resting their bodies while drying the sweat. They just finished cleaning the house.
Cold morning weather does not prevent them from enjoying a glass of orange juice to quench thirst. In the interlude of small talk they enjoy the fresh morning air.
“Udah dawn bi, I shower first.” Rahma stood up as soon as she heard the voice of people teaching from the mosque speker.
“Let aunty aja later all bu.” Prevent bi Nah when Rahma was about to take her microwaves.
“Ok. Thanks yes bi.” His words then passed.
**
The morning before, from the eastern horizon begins to look biased yellow light, the sign of the sun will soon appear and emit a bias of warm rays.
The car in the garage of the house is already lit, seen a pile of suitcases and large boxes that fill the trunk. Kiara and Maura were sitting in the back passenger seat with all their supplies.
Rahma and bi Nah are making sure all the windows and doors are locked before they leave the house. Once in safety, the two got into the car, and the car drove away from home.
**
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the train station and went down. With the help of a porter, bi Nah lowered his luggage.
“Mother, Sister, grandpa. Aunt go first. May we all be safe until the destination and be able to meet again in two weeks.” Bi Nah said.
“Aamiin....!!” Simultaneously all agree.
“Be careful ya bi, later news-cabarin me.”
“Iya ma'am, mother also drove her carefully.”
“Iya.”
If you ask me where Hendra is? The man has no alias to cancel his return.
An hour before leaving :
Rahma walked back and forth in the room with a cell phone in her ear. He was trying to contact Hendra, but several times his call has not been answered. He was not desperate to try again.
“Hallo?” Rahma halted the move when her call was finally answered.
“Where are you?” Rahma frowned when Hendra did not answer.
“Mas?” Rahma kept the phone away from her ear to make sure the call was still connected.
“Mas? Hello?”
“Iya Hello Ra.”
“Where are you?”
“Sorry..”
“OK enough.” Rahma knew the continuation. I don't know what else this time it is. But one thing is for sure, the man reneged on his promise.
“Ra listen first. Sorry, I have a sudden job so can't go home yet.” Obviously Hendra was quick as if afraid of Rahma back interrupting.
“Ra...?” There's no answer. “Ra, mas sorry.” His tone sounded resigned.
“Iya. Happy work and congratulations on his promotion.”
Tut
Without saying hello, Rahma hung up the phone.
**
When you think back, Rahma's tears immediately urge you to come out. But as much as possible he held back and tried to divert. Today he should be happy, there should be no tears. Though disappointed.
Her two children also easily accepted the reason that Rahma said so for what she had to drag on. But…
The desire to separate that had succeeded in redam, now re-churned in the heart. Rahma's slow-knowing lies and the disappointments she has faced lately erode all the feelings left in her heart.
..."When we meet real tragedies in life, we can react in two ways either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using challenges to find our inner strength."...
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