100 Days of Being a Widow

My best friend, Maduku Part 4

I arrived at a District called Lumajang. The place is still very beautiful because it is surrounded by hills and mountains. I boarded the train and stopped at a station called Klakah Station. Then continue the journey to the location of the NGO Sehati.

I entered the whitewashed building with all-orange ornaments. There are some benches in the courtyard. By noon, there were some people who were like talking under a big banyan tree.

Lipped by the door of the building, I was greeted warmly by a woman I knew from her WhatsApp profile, she was Rania. The author of the article in a mental health newsletter.

Rania looks elegant with a green blazer with matching color skirt. He wears glasses and hils 5cm. He greeted me with a smile.

"Welcome to Lumajang, Tari"

Sapa Rania was friendly.

"Yes thanks".

I answered while shaking hands with him.

"Let's enter. Here's the Sehati NGO I told you about yesterday"

We talked earlier in a short message. Rania explained about the Sehati NGO founded by Bu Martha.

I went into the dorm room. This dormitory is like a boarding room containing 3-4 beds with a very comfortable design. We only need to pay Rp.50,000 rupiah for 3x meal package, get work training, also trauma healing.

How about the incapable?

Relax, in this NGO there has been a special assistance fund, so for victims who cannot afford to pay, it will be free. For those who have children? of course you can follow a regular program, so you can go home.

The activity here is very crowded, everything has been scheduled, starting from waking up, until the evening. Also with classic counseling sessions, so that we can confide in each other and encourage fellow divorce victims.

Just one day here, I feel at home. Because I had a chance to meet a comrade in arms. Yes, both are struggling through times of crisis after divorce. Both crying, both longing for family wholeness. Ada misses the child snatched away by her ex-husband. Some are still following divorce hearings and many other cases.

I feel not alone. Can be tough because of them.

I accidentally turned off the phone. Rarely open it, to be free from the toxic news that people spread about me. Close the access meeting from the hands of the ignorant who reported about the happiness of the former welcomed the birth of his son.

I'm staying focused. Learning focus. My job at the NGO Sehati, not just as a participant. But also volunteer. My ability to process baby food, supplies from medical science, I apply to other participants here. They I taught the fast food baby porridge business and marketing science, which I got from some training I had on campus.

Gratified. That's what I said. It is important for divorce victims to find an environment that supports us to recover from trauma and hurt. It is important for them also to have the skills to be able to rise from economic downturn, after not being given a living by the husband.

I passed a month at the NGO Sehati. 70 Days after the divorce. I feel like life is better. Can be strong, stand up. I don't have nightmares anymore either.

Happy in my own way...

A week before my volunteer period is over. I helped Rania to tell my story. Almost all participants here have a storybook traveling 100 days through the storm of divorce. I am happy to write it myself. Leave it to Rania and it turns out Rania likes my writing.

"You're talented at writing, Dance. Write to spread kindness to others. At least, the story of your struggle through the post-divorce period, not only yours alone. Let your writing be an inspiration to many". Rania told me.

"i agree with your idea, Rania. I also do not want any more victims, women who committed suicide because they were cheated on, divorced or victims of the KDRT. Women must be independent and authoritative, in order to be equal to men".

I said excited.

"Rubber. Agree!"

Rania.

I promise to add a story for 100 days.

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After the 70th day. I started to dare to open social media. See the lined up posts on the homepage. I saw the post one by one. It seems my cuey attitude is quite efficacious to silence the mouth-nickening and pro netizens against Lesmana who are struggling to get children.

Well..hurt?

Sure still. But nevermind.

Suddenly I saw the post of my best friend, Rahma, who posted herself on Paniai Beach. I was intrigued to contact him.

He turned out to be received CPNS at the Nabire District Health Office and was serving to Paniai.

Rahma was my best friend at the college. He's a twin. His brother was named Agam. But Agam's invisible face in Rahma's post. We both fought Koas in Enarotali. I decided to go home, while Rahma decided to continue to devote herself to a Nabire Regional Hospital.

After news. I'm interested in taking a vacation to Enarotali. I remember still having the savings given by my mother. Hemmm was quite a pleasure this holiday. I need it so that my brain can be fresh and find my new soul.

...Widow flavor girl!!!...

The world is too cruel for you to enjoy

Let's rejoice...

My ticket has been ticketed. Without a second thought, after saying goodbye to all my friends at the NGO Sehati, I immediately flew to Nabire, Papua, through Juanda Airport, Surabaya.

Just boarding the plane, my mind has wandered to remember the beauty of Enarotali. My love is divided there. Love for its natural beauty. Honestly, if not for Lesmana, of course I prefer a career there.

...it's my life...

...It's now or never...

...But I ain't gonna live forever...

...I just want to live while I'm alive...

...(.(.It's my life)...

...My heart is like an open highway...

...Like Frankie said, "I did it my way"...

...I just want to live while I'm alive...

...It's my life...

Bon Jovi's song really represents how I feel right now. It's my life, which I have. It's not about how happy I am, but how I enjoy everything. All the journeys in my life, which not everyone will enjoy.

...I am happy in my way!...

***

In Nabire, Papua. I was warmly welcomed by my best friend, Rahma. Apparently Rahma had settled here, married a TNI soldier, and had a two-year-old child. Their lives look very happy, despite being full of limited access, and facilities.

I became a girl again. Take a walk as you please. Rahma's husband very kindly took me for a walk through mountains and hills, towards Enarotali overland. With TNI soldiers, it feels safer. A 7-hour road trip is not hard. Precisely full of excitement. Even Rahma occasionally came down to take pictures at some spots that he considered good. The beautiful doctor is indeed famous for his photography hobby.

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By Enarotali. It's all still the same. Almost nothing has changed. We reminisce on the beach while enjoying the sunrise on the white sand. Rahma's husband took her son to snorkel, so we were free to talk together.

"So, you're divorced from Lesmana?"

Rahma asked after I told her my story.

"Too naive if the reason just wants a descendant!"

Rahma..

"Let go of your burdens, Dance. Sometimes we can't get what we want. My journey is full of twists too. I did not let Jung get a job on the island of Java, finally ventured to take the opportunity to serve at the Hospital in Nabire. Thankfully I met my husband. So, my life is safer hahaha..."

Rahma said with laughter...

I decided the same. I immediately sent a mutational request letter to the Health Service. Because the mutation was carried out to an area that had many medical vacancies, it did not take long, my mutation file was received smoothly.

Starting a new life...

That's my story...

It becomes a new dance. Lestari was able to heal his wounds.

Accepting his destiny...

My story, contained in a continuous story set in Rania's noveltoon application with the title "My friend, Maduku", 100 days long journey to the word sincere.

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Seriate...

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