ZULFA FORTITUDE
I'm His Wife

Zulfa took a small glass from inside his basket. Pouring the red guava juice, wanting to drink it immediately, while keeping an eye on his sons and daughters. Either flanking the shadow Herman flashed in his imagination. Until unknowingly, the glass was released from the grasp. The glass fell and broke. One of his pieces hit his leg. He was wounded and bleeding.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun" he said.

"What's the Mother,"

Irwan stopped his run, when he heard Zulfa's voice uttering istirja'.

"Mother's glass falls."

"Mother's feet are bleeding."

Lika came closer and was surprised to see a red liquid coming out from between her toes.

"Mother, just sit down. Let Lika sort it out. Brother, buy me plaster." if so, likalah the most chatty. The little girl who has now begun to look more mature, but still remains in her care, chatty. Irwan no longer said, immediately ran towards the grocery store that was outside the park. While Lika cleaned the glass fragments, throwing them in the trash can located a little far from the place.

Zulfa was truly grateful to have her sons and daughters who were very respectful to her. She smiled at Lika and Irwan's departure. Until he had no desire to pick up the phone that rings several times. Didn't want her happiness to be disturbed, even though her legs were injured at the moment.

But disturbed long ago too. Maybe there's something important. Cooking should be ignored.

"Assalamu'alaikum .." Zulfa as usual.

"City ..."

Zulfa kept the handpone away from her. Confused by the answer given by the voice of the woman on the other end of her phone. Why is his greeting only answered hello.

Or maybe he ....

Alright ....

"Hallo too, who am I talking to?"

"Oh yes .. forgive me. We haven't met."

"Mary, who are you calling?"

"Sister Zulfa."

"How dare you."

"It's already there gech ... It's a woman-to-woman conversation. Don't bother me just yet, I can't breathe .

Zulfa was puzzled by the voices coming into his phone. Oh ... she's Maria.Who's Maria .... Do I know him .... Why did he say my name ... But that man's voice, I seem to know. Is that the sound of a Herman .... But it can't be ....

Time out of place, calling someone is trying to*** with someone. Ah maybe my mind is too suu'udhon. Close what is not ...

"Sorry waiting. But am I really talking to Zulfa?"

It seemed that he had to be patient with this unknown caller.

"Yes right. You who?"

"I'm Maria, wife of Herman."

Zulfa was silent for a moment. His face is very pajama. His heart seemed to stop beating, if only not immediately say 'astaghfirullah al adzim'. So that his heart is reorganized. Between believing and not believing, not trying to be strong with the news he just heard.

"Then if you're Herman's wife. What business do you have to call me, Maria."

He tried to be firm with the woman who was on the other end of his phone. At once covered the hardness of his heart which is now wounded and fragile.

"Did you forget your husband?"

"I don't think there's any more business to talk about."

"Mr Zulfa ...."

Zulfa no longer cared about Mary's screams. He immediately closed his handpone. Although he still had time to hear voices that accidentally entered his handpone.

"Yes .. closed."

"Had satisfied the phone, dear. It's here I want ...."

Shakingly Zulfa put the handpone on the stone table. Unable to be prevented any longer, her tears dripped from her clear eyes. This pain really stabbed him. They want to be hidden but unable. He was so absorbed in his grief that he did not realize that Lika and Irwan had returned.

"Mother, why are you crying. All right pain?"

It didn't take long, the wound was perfectly wrapped. I don't see any more blood coming out.

"Thank you my dear children. Mother's hug."

Without being told twice, they immediately got up. Give the warmest hug.

"Don't leave Mother, dear."

"If you will not leave Mother, Lika just throw away the glass, Mother?"

"Irwan also will not leave Mother. Irwan just bought plaster for mom."

Lika and Irwan also cry, though confused by the words of his mother. Making Zulfa aware.

"I mean mother, whatever happens in the future do not leave mother."

"When I promise I won't leave you."

"Irwan promises."

He raised his pinky and invited Lika to raise her pinky as well. Then hooking up into a whole unit. Zulfa smiled witnessing the innocence of his sons. He followed their behavior, putting their hands together in his arms.

"Mother is proud and happy to have you. Don't cry already. Mother is okay."

With both thumbs up, Zulfa wiped the tears flowing from his eyes. Don't forget to give another touch of affection. Without hesitation Zulfa rubbed the heads of the two.

"Kids you're proud of." A smile from both lips.

"Looks, picnik we just got here dech. Don't mind if we go home now."

"It's okay, Mother. Let your mother rest and recover quickly. Next time we can picnik again."

"Okay, you call the taxi first."

"Yes, Mother."

"What is this supposed to be, Mother?"

"Yes ... Aye. ... How good, Irwan. Or you share it with people. And don't forget for the Park guard."

"Okay, Mommy"

Lika took their stock basket. Walked with her brother. Irwan gave it to the people they met, until there was nothing left. After nothing else had been shared, they ran towards Zulfa happily.

"Already, Mother."

Before long, the taxi they were waiting for entered the garden door. Stop for a moment, then pick up the phone to call Zulfa.

"Yes, Sir. We're here." Zulfa waved to look like a new taxi driver.

Zulfa hung up as the driver returned to his taxi. And they entered the streets, heading towards Zulfa and the children.

"Mom Zulfa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let's go in, Mom."

"Thank ... Lika, let's go home."

Although his leg was injured, but Zulfa did not show any pain. He accompanied the path of his sons and daughters to mediocrity. Nothing hurts more than what he feels right now, than the words he hears, from the words of the woman who called him a while ago. " I am Mary, his wife, Herman. "

She gently caressed the head of Lika who was sitting next to her. Lika felt that there was an oddity in her mother. Wanted to ask, but fear troubled him. And it will make the mother more agitated and sad.

Fifteen minutes later, they reached home. After paying a sum of money written on the argo, they got off the taxi.

"Thank you, sir."

"Together."

The taxi passed from their home. Not yet perfectly disappearing from their sight, Zulfa already wanted to run into his room ....