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12. Good News

In the morning, there was no notification from my phone. After the house is clean, Pertiwi has taken a shower and breakfast, I invite him around the complex so as not to be saturated at home.

My little princess jumped up and down in joy. Then we stopped at a park where there was a playground. Lots of trees around the park. So the atmosphere is cool, cool and shady. Sunlight only penetrates the gaps of the leaves, not falling right on the free play rides.

I sat down on the garden chair, watching my daughter who was excited about playing prosotan and swinging. I look back on the delivery process.

Deni had doubts about my virginity, but he recognized Pertiwi as his son. Maybe he actually felt my bloodless sadism, but he tried to cover up his stupidity, because he had already accused me.

My daughter is normal. Not fat, not skinny. Chubby cheeks. His skin is white and his eyes are round sharp like an Arab toddler.Hair curls like Deni.

Why did I meet and marry him? The shadow of marriage that is as normal as a couple that is seen a lot, it turns out I do not experience. Let alone intimacy, soft words I have never heard.

My hope, married it is to be blessed by the husband. Nurturing and making children happy together. Discuss the taste. Healing to malls, culinary or recreation areas. But, all I experience from day to day is house and quarrels.

"Mama, no. Iwi. Puang yuk's. Iwi wants to have a bowel."

Suddenly my daughter was already standing in front of me and shaking - swaying both my hands. Ah, funny toddler cedal time who is learning to talk. I kissed her cheek and I stood on her little finger.

"Yes, yuk."

My daughter went up and stood in front of me. The motor then slowly drove to the cousin's house.

While waiting for Pertiwi to drink milk while looking at a child's film, I sat on the floor mattress while looking - look at the one on the medsos. Suddenly my phone rang.

"Tip...Tut's...Tut..."

There's a call from Priyadi's mas.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum. Dev, there's a home. But the Dutch building belongs to PJKA. No need to rent. You take care and just pay for electricity. The water is there, big and clear the source. On the side of the highway, near the station. The building next door was rented by the foundation for the Kindergarten school. If you agree, let's get people to clean it up. So you just go in. How's it?"

I'm very happy, but there's good news for me too.

"Hello, Wa'alaikumsalam. Yes mas. I want. only I am confused to bring my things how? If 1 pickup is not enough. If you get on a truck, my bike can come along and I also Pertiwi, can all in the truck. So, the process is complete. Only if the rental truck is public, ask 2 million. I need a living capital there. Can I borrow the boat first for the truck fare, mas? Later I get the money, not return it. Maybe nyicil?"

"Oh, that's easy. Saturday afternoon I went there in the unit truck. Maybe it's night. Return to Cilacap. Sunday morning has arrived. Monday you rest first while thinking about what you will do afterwards."

While listening to the words of the son of my mother's friend, without feeling, my tears flowed. Perhaps, this is one of God's answers to my prayers. Allahu Akbar, it was smooth for me to leave the bitterness of life that I experienced during my marriage with Deni.

"Good mas. I ready. I sent the address after this, huh? Assalamu'alaikum."

After Priyadi finished with the topic, I immediately closed the phone from him.

"Yes. Don't be sad and dizzy. Relax, one by one the problem, will be resolved. Now, enjoy your time while waiting for my arrival. Be careful there. Wa'alaikumsalam."

At 13:00, my ball woke up. I give her milk pacifier, then I leave her to abudhu and Dhuhur prayer. All day, our show was just at home and around the complex.

***

The sun has not made a sultry atmosphere. I took Pertiwi to visit some friends who were different locations from the housing I bought from my wedding and Deni.

"Eceu, I'm here to say goodbye. I will be moving from Bandung to Cilacap in the next few days. I'm sorry if something went wrong."

That's what I said when I met my Sundanese friends who I went to his house.

"Are Devi, ari kunaon nyak ngadak kieu? Eta caroge Devi kumat?"

Ceu Dewi looks sad when saying things about Deni.

"Yes, muhun. That's ceu. If it's character, it's difficult even ndak might be able to change. Rather than mentally and physically hurting, I'd rather go along with his will that drives me away."

There was no crying or sadness I said. Just flat.

"Wiyoslah Dev's. Cing dilancarkeun rizkina in new place. If there is windfall and time, play to the eceu place yes. Just go here. Cing bageur nyak geulis. Tong baong nyak, my mom. If Tiwi later has school and holidays, just play to Bandung. Sleeping in budhe's house. We walk the road."

Ceu Dewi is trying to raise my daughter's heart. Pertiwi who was engrossed in eating her snacks answered briefly. "Yes." Yeah."

We didn't stay there, even though my best friend asked for it. After Dhuhur, I took Pertiwi back to my cousin's sister's house. My little boy initially stood up and sat down in front of me. But long, long ago, I noticed, his head was already swerving.

"Darling, would you like to carry your mom? Tiwi sleepy huh?"

My bike clapped and asked for approval to carry it.

"Yes." Yeah." Brief answer.

I gushed open the front sling contents crackle that functioned to bring the baby and toddler remain comfortable on the trip even though he fell asleep.

After my daughter's safe position, my motorbike reapplied to the luxury housing complex I was staying in.

When I got home, I kept the bike in the garage with the car. I stepped foot into the house, and laid Mother Earth on the floor mattress, then I put the pacifier in her mouth while putting her beloved doll in her arms.

Then, I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up and ablaze.

'Rabb, thank you for your blessings. So, in this difficulty, the servant still has a shelter. There are still vehicles to travel. Still have money to eat and please take care of you. And you sent men to help release the troubles of the servant. Please, protect the servants and the Motherland wherever you are. You are the All-Mighty. Servant rests on You, no matter what.'

Such was the prayer I prayed in my heart, after my greeting was finished.