100 Days of Being a Widow

57 Regrets of Dani Part 2

POV

I lost a lot of time just to take care of my sickly mother and Delita who started to show her possessive behavior. Many advise me to be patient, because it could be the behavior is due to hormonal. I don't understand sometimes. He so easily controlled me. He asked for my phone without a password, after I did, a lot of things happened. Some clients of the opposite sex even protested because of terror by Delita. In fact, Delita often follows you wherever I go, including to the office. Delita used to be my assistant at the branch office, but somehow, her personality used to be very much different from today. He loved to organize and burden my work.

I'm getting impatient with him. Quarrels color our daily lives. I have tried to quell, because my mother is sick, it is not good if we often quarrel and are listened to by mother. Mother's tension often rises suddenly.

I no longer have time with the children, Azka and Zidan. Let alone to meet and play, as I promised. Contacting them is no longer possible. Rania's number was removed, and when I went to see the children, there would be many reasons for Delita to block my departure.

This time, I had a lot of fights. I feel like I'm the head of the family here. Why am I being arranged by the wife?!. I have to take responsibility for Azka and Zidan.

So I decided to meet the kids this afternoon. As usual, Delita followed me to the office. I told Delita to go home with the driver if she didn't want to come with me to see the kids. But Delita insisted she wanted to come home with me.

"You should take me home anyway!"

Delita forced Dani.

"Then, come with me to see the kids. We can go home together!"

Persuade me who wants to remain patient with my wife who is adrift thirteen years.

"Huh...Here you meet the poor woman?!"

Sindir Delita's. He hates Rania, who he considers ugly, stupid because his job is only as a baker, poor because he has no place to live.

"Delita, don't talk like that!"

"Then should I praise that woman?"

Delita Cecar. He was like a tape that was always repeating my words about Rania which he considered a poor, ugly, fat, incorruptible, stupid, and poor wife, because the house is very simple after the tsunami. But, I said that because at that time I wanted to justify my actions about the affair.agh.why this woman recorded her memory of it!

"Delita, stop. I don't want to repeat the same fight. Now, come with me or you go home with my driver?!"

But Delita was silent. I was impatient, finally leaving the woman in the office. Delita. He chased me to the parking lot, we became a spectacle of office residents who incidentally were all my employees. I'm so embarrassed. Like I have no self-respect. My suit was pulled and Delita cried hysterically as if violence had been inflicted on her. But this time I had completely exhausted my patience. I left him in the office parking lot, and told my driver to drive him home.

I stopped my vehicle at a fairly deserted mosque. I haven't visited a mosque in a long time other than Friday. That's just for a minute. This time, I don't know why I want to calm down here. I take the ablution water and pray there. There was a young man who was chanting the holy verse of the Quran there. Apparently, long ago this ear did not hear the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an. Suddenly there was a strange feeling coming down the chest. Shakes ungodly. Suddenly I miss the atmosphere when I have to deliver Azka school and teach. There I always heard the holy verses of the Quran. Azka was never absent from memorizing the holy verse of the Qur'an. Rania is very strict in teaching religion to her children. Until the age of Azka who is only four years old, has been able to memorize some short surah in the Qur'an, and able to memorize readings in fardhu prayers. Remembering that, I cried. As a father, it turns out I only resigned to the wife. Never knew how to care for and educate children. They never pray and teach. Dry heart. Raga dominated by world napsu. Now, the treasure and the woman I was chasing had taken control of me. Even I can't fight it.

Unknowingly, I bowed and cried bitterly. I don't know how long I cried in that mosque. Until the sound of adzan ashar reverberated. A middle-aged man approached me. He rubbed his back and sat down next to me.

"There is no man who does not escape the trials of His youth".

The man suddenly greeted me, as if to ease my cries. I still don't pay attention to it. Not yet finished the regret in the chest, I want to lament this stupidity of mine.

"If you're being tested. This is your chance to ask God for help. Cry in the do'a"

Say the man back.

My crying started to subside. I saw the man with the white beard. His eyes imply shade. At first glance the man is similar to Malik's father, my former in-laws. Why am I feeling more guilty.

"I'm sorry I wasted my family, my children"

"Thank God the young man, still given the opportunity to regret all those sins in the world. Try if that regret is in the afterlife. It's certainly too late".

Said the man calmly. He stroked his face. Then continue his words.

"If you've prepared your family, and you lose it. Then, look for them while you still know the place. Pursue him, apologize to him, even if it doesn't bring things back to the way they were".

Said the man. Then a moment of silence as the iqomah progresses.

"Let's pray. Return all your troubles to the Almighty, ask for help and forgiveness!"

Say the man while standing up and taking the front shaft. Instantly the Shaft was full of rows of humans.

"Allahuakbar...". I give all your life, my happiness, my troubles, and my death to You my Lord.

After the ashar prayer

I continued my journey towards the Rania pavilion. The initial intention was exactly like the advice of the man in the mosque. I have to come to Rania, and apologize for all my wrongs.

The car I was driving entered the Latifaa Group area. I haven't been through this area in a few weeks. But there seems to be a lot of change. Even some of the elite pavilions turned into shophouse complexes. I kept driving the vehicle backwards. The Rania pavilion complex was behind this elite Pavilion. However, the quiet atmosphere I got. The Pavilion lights were dark, and the floor was dusty.

"Rania...Sally...!"

I tried calling Rania's name many times, but there was no truth from within. A neighbor of Rania came out of her Pavilion when I heard my voice calling out to Rania several times.

"Father find Rania ...?"

Sapa a woman who is a neighbor of Rania.

"Yes Mom. I'm looking for Rania. Where is he?"

"Oh mba Rania has moved sir a few weeks ago".

I heard him lunglai. How could he not tell me. I quickly grabbed my phone and called Rania.

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After calling, I heard that he was in a district in East Java. He moved out, took the kids with him.

Rania, wherever I am, I'll be looking for you...

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