Wife To Alan
Small Concern

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If God loves him, why is Inanti still alive? Why did he not take Inanti back to Him, gathered with his mother and sister who died because of the Father. 

Now who will hear his complaints? Who will wipe away her tears? Inanti is still young, Inanti is not ready to face all the chaos in this world. 

"Hey, Baby, don't cry, your mother has the best place on God's side" said Mama stroking my head, she held it tightly from the side. "Have not cried again, you are not alone, there is still Mama, there is Papa, there is Alan."

Alan's? Inanti had not even met him for three days. 

"Come home, don't stay here, Mama has told Bi Idah to work again at your home. You don't need to be soaked, rest there."

Inanti was still silent. A few days after Mother's death, Inanti stayed in the house where she grew up, alone and only complaining to God. Some neighbors came, as well as the hospital who knew. And on the third day of Mother's death, the new Praja Diwangsa family came. It's just Mama and Papa, not with his younger brother Alan who hates Inanti.

"Hey, honey, don't cry. It's already, Mama's here." Mom hugged him tighter. "Later the baby will cry, already, dear. God loves your mother more, eat her he brought her back."

"This has no one else, Ma…."

"Hey, who says who doesn't have who? There's Mama, there's Papa, there's Ayaza, there's Abigail, there's Alden. We're family, remember?"

It was all Alan's family, not his family. Remembering the twins Ayaza and Abigail made Inanti lazy, scared, angry and sad at the same time. Wherever they might care, while the marriage contract alone Inanti was presented by them. When Inanti asked, they just left with a painful sneer.

"Let's go home, later Papa will tell people to clean up here," said Papa sitting next to me. "Listen, In, until whenever you cry it won't solve the problem. Now for a tear, let's go home."

Not yet Inanti opens her mouth, Papa precedes. "Saran Papa, this house is not for sale. Just for your father if he comes out of his prison. For cleanliness, no need to worry, Papa will have people come every month."

Inanti was silent, forcing the will would not last long. Inanti wants to be here, living with Mom's memories.

"Where to?"

"Yes, Ma. Inanti comes home, Inan just wants to finish the goods that Inan wants to bring."

"Well, will you help Mama with Papa?" Mama's rose while stroking my back.

Inanti. "Mama and Papa can wait outside, Inan will clean up Mom's stuff."

"All right, stop crying, sweetie." Mama kissed my forehead, a bule woman bound by Javanese-Sundanese customs, Mama likes to wear ancient kebaya. 

Inanti chose the clothes Mother still deserves to wear, many veils make her smile. Brought it in a black crackle bag.

When he was about to open the door, Inanti accidentally heard the conversation of Mama and Papa.

"Call back, I don't like Alan to show his wife that way."

"He didn't look at his wife." Mom's voice sounded choked. "Alan was just working out of town."

"And the work is more important than the child and his wife?"

"Mas, you stopped giving him money yourself, you fired him from your own company. Now that Alan has to bone up to build your company that's almost out of business, it's also for Inanti."

"Don't pretend you don't know, Elle. You know Alan left because Vanesa came home."

"Vanesas? Hasn't she been to Italy since Alan got married?"

"He's home?"

"Yes, and you know what? Vesa's gonna be the architect for Alan's new office."

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"Mom, what do you want to eat?"

Inanti sees Bi Idah approaching. "Please make vegetable soup, Bi."

"Good, Mom."

The focus is back on old age hape, it is very desirable Inanti contact Alan. Asking his whereabouts, it's already night. Where is he?

"Bi, I want to go to bed first, if you're ready just knock on the door."

"Good, Mom."

However, his eyes reluctantly closed, Inanti continued to cry, shedding tears. Inanti needs someone by her side, hugs her, and whispers a word to Inanti that everything will be fine.

In fact, there is no. There is nothing else that Inanti can do other than ablution, prayer and prostration to Allah. In one belief, God stroked his head, and said to him, "My servant, I love you, remain patient and sincere, and you will get your reward."

And after the prayer, Inanti felt better.

"Mom, it's ready."

"Thank you, Bi."

"Yes, Mom. I go home first, I come back tomorrow morning. What are you going to eat tomorrow? I'm going to the market before I get here."

"You bacem tempeh, Bi, but who uses chili ijo."

"Okay, ma'am, any other orders?"

Inanti should not waste it, rarely rarely eat good food, especially Alan did not ration it with certainty, must Inanti who asked for money and then get a cynical word from him.

"You want dragon fruit, Bi, the same kind of ambon banana that's a bit immature."

"Mommy want to make you a sponge?"

"From the ambon banana? Don't worry, Bi. I'd like to eat right away."

"Good, Mom. Then I'm home. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

After that, there was only silence. The clanking of spoons and the ticking of clocks in this two-story mansion. Only Inanti alone, the driver and maid come home if it is so. 

Until the sound of the main door opened, Inanti was shocked. "Bi Idah?"

There was no lawfulness, which made him end the meal and immediately check. Afraid it's the bad guy. "Bi Idah?"

Until you see it. "Sir Alan?"

The jamb began to thicken, the jaw line remained firm. And Inanti saw the sadness on her face, for what reason.

"Sister just got home?"

He did not reply, only focusing on opening his shoes, while sitting on the sofa. Usually he comes from the back door, the shoe rack is there.

"Will I take a shower? Want Inan to get some warm water?"

And when Inanti crouched down to pick up her shoes, Alan's hand held back, making her stop to pick up the shoes.

"Why, Brother?"

"So I'm from your mother's grave."

The swirl that Inanti could not explain was creeping instantaneously in her body. 

"I'm sorry I couldn't attend her funeral. For the future you do not have to worry, tahlilan, forty daily, I will bear it all."

And immediately Inanti's tears were shed.

"You just rest" he said, patting her on the shoulder and walking away.

In fact, Alan's concern was only that. And Inanti was grateful, God loved her.

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