100 Days of Being a Widow
Frightened.bag 6.
3 Months passed just like that. There are no signs of pregnancy for Melati. Malik kept trying to keep Melati calm, even though he saw the wife began to show signs of anxiety. Melati is often aloof, even very economical words to the husband.
Melati often spent her time in a gazebo in the middle of the garden, where she grew medicinal herbs that she mixed into herbal medicine. the herbs then he sold and the results to help the school operations that he was pioneering.
In that place, he also took the time to write on a blog that is in private for himself. Occasionally, he also recounts what he felt for Rania, a familiar figure from a community that Rania had built.
jasmine time is much seized by school and college activities that he is living. He tried to stay sane, amid the babbling of people who consider themselves selfish, because mendzolimi husband, reluctant to have children and concerned with education.
Lumajang sky covered with gray. The moon is reluctant to share with its rays, replaced by a raindrop that begins to spread cold, empty, frozen. Melati could not go to sleep, she felt very uneasy waiting for her husband who had not yet returned to teach at the boarding school owned by her father-in-law. Actually, as a woman, she has been able to guess what is really going on. Someone deliberately sent a short message to him, showing a photo, where the ustadz was sitting next to Kyai Mansyur, while across from them there was a familiar figure he saw, the face of a female figure named Astia, or ustadzah Tia!
Melati only fell silent without crying, even though her heart was crumbling dimly. The man who is now her husband is not the one she loves. But she realized, that she and her husband had been struggling to maintain the household heresy for several years. If you have to accept a farewell, of course it is not easy, because Malik has accompanied the days of Melati today.
Slowly, a sense of loss settled in the heart. There is a part of the soul that suddenly disappears...
The tears flowed without cue. The longer, the more swift it was. Now that crying is not just a joke. Melati cried, roared hysterically, to make some of the housekeeper who lived next door to Melati's room awake from his sleep. They rushed towards Melati's room to see her condition.
The sting of the sunlight was blinding, Melati tried to open her eyes that were so heavy. His head hurts. Sayup him with someone who is teaching. Some people stood beside the bed anxiously.
"Ning, you're awake..."
Said a man known to Melati as Arum, the manager of the cottage.
Then they rushed busy, someone took a cell phone and called someone, and someone shouted to call the doctor. While others were busy kneeling Melati's feet and hands.
Jasmine is half conscious. He refused to talk and closed his eyes.
He didn't hear anything about Malik.
He didn't see his phone, didn't see if Malik was worried about him.
Does Malik keep asking for whereabouts huh.
Melati didn't know.and she didn't try to ask.
Why did he ask if he knew the answer.
He only remembered the last time Malik said goodbye to him would go to teach at Kyai Mansyur's boarding school,
"Darling, wife. Thank you for being my soul mate. Thank you for holding out to be my wife. Through all these obstacles. May God still give us time, that this love may truly be fused, and that later, all do'a will be in the ijabah".
Melati did not answer. Until one kiss landed on his temple.
Malik pamit ...
Dear reader ..sorry yes can be updated,..Krn busyness and for the sake of maintaining the quality of writing so that the story remains good.jd author rest first yesterday...
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