100 Days of Being a Widow

Section 50 Welcome To Lumajang.

The nature of Jakarta, which feels increasingly dense and hot, has fused in the life of Rania. Almost twelve years since studying at a campus in Jakarta, working and married until the moment he is currently.

Time seems to go so fast. Until Rania arrives and the children have to move from the Latifa group pavilion, after all shares owned by Latifa bought by Jean's cousin, Bu Maranata, who previously had a business in the inn.

It's time.

It's up to time.

Nothing to cry about.

Man is fit to keep moving in search of his fate.

***

Rania really wants to say goodbye to Dani. After all, children should learn to appreciate their biological father. However, the effort to get along with Dani in fact is not easy. Maybe, it's time Rania buried all the stories about Dani, forever.

***

Two large suitcases Jean had sent this morning had Rania stuffed with her clothes and children. Not many clothes they have. Moving life seems to teach Rania not to have much goods. Enough is important. Not to forget Rania also takes care of the transfer files for her two children's school, all she does alone.

"Mama, we're gonna move ya ?"

Azka asked who was suddenly present on the lips of the room door. Looking at Rania who is packing some documents to be safe on the way later.

"Yes. Son"

Rania answered while looking gently at the eldest child.

"Away yes, ma?"

Ask Azka again.

"Yes. Far away Azka. We'll be traveling for almost fourteen hours".

Azka was silent for a moment hearing her mother's reply.

"If Papa comes here, Papa must be confused to find our home yes, ma"

Azka said that made Rania stunned. He looked at Azka's eyes that began to glaze over. As a mother, Rania knew how those eyes spoke. About the longing and hope of a child who needs the affection of a father.

Rania stopped her activities. Near Azka.

"Azka's a strong mama's boy. Mom understands your feelings. We've also been trying to meet Papa. But, who was present was Aunt Delita".

Rania fell silent. Speakless. He hugged Azka, whose tears broke.

"Let's have a new life, and Azka has a new future. Later if Allah wills, we will meet Papa, and be a dutiful son of Azka. Pray for Papa to open his heart to meet you".

Rania stroked Azka's back. Trying to calm. It is not easy for Azka to accept the fact that she has lost her father, born and inner figure.

***

Azka, the little man who was forced to mature. Forced to understand the circumstances of his parents. Even to cry, he was afraid. She was afraid Mama Rania was sad. But this time it was hard. He has been holding his tears for a long time, since Dani did not meet him.

Sometimes he felt jealous when he saw friends at school being escorted by their father, riding a motorcycle, sitting in the front. Proud to be a priority. He was just picked up by his mother.

Azka's feelings were conveyed to Jean.

"Om, I saw my friend Yugi being picked up by his father. Riki escorted Papi".

Jean was stunned to hear Azka's complaint. Jean, who had longed for a child in her life, but failed because of the death of her wife and child, became very sensitive to children.

"You, starting tomorrow, Azka and Zidan will pick up...!"

" Right, om?"

Jean nodded.

"Yeayyy!"

Jean's presence becomes a drug to replace Dani's role as Papa. However, Azka still misses Dani.

***

Early in the morning, a minibus car came to the Rania pavilion. Someone get off the car.

"Mrs Rania..."

Someone called his name. Apparently Jean's Expedition driver. He came to transport all of Rania's belongings. Not long after, Jean came.

"Are you ready ?"

Rania nodded. He was ready to go to Lumajang. The children also stood up neatly, ready to leave.

One by one, the kids got in the car. Everything is ready.

Rania walked slowly. Then turn around. Staring at the state of the pavilion that he had occupied for several months. There were many struggles that he had there. The struggle to be a single mom, the struggle in terms of financial, the ridicule of people, even the struggle to become a whole person. Now, all memories remain. After all, life has to go on. There is no need to remember anything painful.

"Rania...You ready?"

Jean's voice startled Rania's daydream.

"oh..yeah..sure!"

Rania said while riding in the car.

Jean sat in the front seat with the driver. While Rania and her children sit in the middle seat. Their journey was so much fun. Children enjoy the view and occasionally watch movies on the monitor in their seats.

Rise up a new soul. God has separated you from your painful past. Welcome a new day in a new place.

***

Thirteen hours drive. They finally arrived at a village that was still very beautiful. The village is said to be famous for its natural resources in the form of bananas and goats.

The car they were riding was parked in front of a very large Javanese traditional house. The house was surrounded by big trees. There are clove trees, acacia trees, and some fruit trees. Although they arrived at night, Rania could still see clearly the circumstances surrounding her residence.

A pair of men and women welcomed the arrival when the car had just stopped and the car door was opened.

"Assalamualaikum.. masyaallah has arrived.ayok..ayok. I help..."

Said the middle-aged woman.

"Yes. Thank you Ma'am"

Said Jean.

"Rania, you carry Zidan, I carry Azka yes"

They arrived at midnight so Azka and Zidan were already sleeping.

"Well.this is the room".

Say women who introduce themselves as mbok Siti.

"Bok, room one more?"

Ask Jean.

"Loh...his room misah to...?"

Ask Siti shocked.

"We are not husband and wife mbok..."

Said Jean.

"Sorry, Jean, I think this is his wife.sorry sorry".

Siti was greeted by laughter throughout the house, laughter that broke the stiffness and silence at night.

That night, Rania and her children slept soundly. Fatigue during the trip makes them sleep soundly even in a new place.

***

Rania woke up at four o'clock in the morning, in East Java, the morning dawn had been reverberating since four o'clock in the morning. Rania, hurry to the bathroom. When the new mukena is worn suddenly the door of the room is knocked.

"Mom, shall we pray in prayer in the mosque?"

Apparently who knocked on the door was mbok Siti.

"Oh well mbok..."

"Mama, Azka's coming"

"Zidan too, ma"

Finally Rania and her children headed to the mosque which turned out to be located in front of the house she was left behind. The dawn prayer is clearly heard.

"It is here that the dawn and magrib prayers are together, nduk".

Mbok Siti explained

"Oh yes mbok..."

Answer Rania accordingly.

"Musholanya close to home ya mbok"

Tanya Rania tried to be more familiar with mbok Siti.

"Oh yes, almost all houses here have musholla. If you do not have, you can get together with neighbors who have. So you can pray at any time of prayer".

"Gee. masyaallah".

Rania began to feel a sense of comfort and peace. Things he never felt in Jakarta. Rania only felt this atmosphere in her hometown in Aceh. Mushola, which in Aceh means Meunasah, became a place of mother as well as the friendship of the people in his village.

"Ade Azka, can you please?"

Azka shakes her head in shame. Welcomed the laughter of worshipers.

"Well, starting later in the afternoon, Azka and Zidan learn to teach here, later with other friends. Let's make it a yes..."

Said Mr. Muslim, the man who became the husband of Mbok Siti.

Azka nodded. Declaring ready.

Morning prayers were also performed...

Seriate

Language: Nduk \= Fat \= Mention for Girls.

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