100 Days of Being a Widow

100 Days of Being a Widow
Part 62 My Little Family



POV Jean's


My rania


Rania, my wife


The woman I know withers


When I first saw you


Your face is plain without that polish


It's not because you don't like dancing.


In fact, to live alone you must endure,


How about dance?


My rania


Rania, My wife


You are the one I love slowly


Slowly go in stealing attention


Slowly go in and take part


Slowly get into being part


Slowly and surely become a mind


How I love you, how,


same as how you came to me


Only God knows


I'm just praying to get a wife as strong as you


But God gave you to me


How else, how else,


Farther


In love


Fasting dear


You are now in front of me


A package with your son


A package with your past


Me, just accept it


I like it anyway...


Yeah, it's not hard loving you


It's okay to accept your past


Because of you, the soul mate God gave me from my nightly do'a.


***


Jean wrote a letter on the sidelines of the night. He will stay up last night to take care of Azka. Jean will go to bed at two in the morning, and Rania will wake up from her sleep, then they will pray tahajud together. After tahajud, then Jean will sleep and Rania who is in charge of guarding Azka until morning.


Jean never minded being a father to Rania's children. The baby is something that he really hopes for from a previous marriage. But, God took his wife and son. While obtaining Rania, Jean feels that Rania, Azka and Zidan are the reincarnations of his wife and son.


***


"mama.when mom and dad are going home. Zidan kangen huhuhu"


Zidan did Vidio Call Rania through Darmo sir's phone. Almost a week passed Rania and Jean separated from Zidan.


"Please baby, this brother is still weak, so it can't be taken home"..


Rania replied while showing Azka's condition that was still lying weak.


Zidan will be diligent in calling Rania up to two to three times a day. Rania did not expect to leave Zidan alone in Lumajang. However, Jean convinces that Mr. Darmo and Mbok Siti can take good care of Zidan. Evidently a week abandoned, Zidan still looks cheerful and do his activities as usual.


Rania feels grateful to be surrounded by people who love her. Including husband. When Rania is folding her mukena after the duha prayer. Jean came out the door.


"Barakallah fi umrik, my wife...."


Azka who had been lying weak was suddenly excited to see there was a box of tarts in front of her.


"Dad I want.I want to..."


Rania then cuts the cake and feeds Jean and Azka in turn.


Not to forget, Jean also gave a poem that he had made the night before to Rania. Poetry that is not romantic, but able to make Rania's heart grimace and want to pee, because laughter when reading the verse "one package" of the poem.


"Why laugh so hard?!"


Jean asked curiously to see Rania laughing. Jean hadn't seen his wife smile for a long time, let alone laugh. This was probably the first time he had seen her laugh.


"it's your sweet poem like a witty pantun hahaha.."


Rania laughed again.


Jean then read once again the poem he had made himself. Looking from a different point of view, and in the end they both laughed loosely.


Azka, who watched her parents happy, also got an immune injection. So that he becomes more fit and happy.


"mama's dad's watching UPI Ipin in tipi!"


Said Azka while trying to sit on the bed. Rania and Jean immediately help Azka to sit down.


"Mama, Azka's going home. Kangen Zidan, goat kangen"


Said Azka who started breathing without a hose. Some of the cables connecting to his heart have also been removed. Azka was just undergoing observation and recovery.


"alright sweetheart. I'll tell the doctor later that Azka wants to go home"


Said Jean. Rania smiled at Jean. She is lucky to have a caring husband.


***


Not long after, Jean permission to leave the room to go to the doctor's room. After consulting with Heru's doctor, Jean finally gets permission to bring Azka home.


Jean took care of all the administration of Azka's return. Rania as a wife only focuses on taking care of her child. Jean's love for Rania was so great. Until all the time, energy and costs poured into him.


***


A minibus car and a driver Jean hire to take her small family back to Lumajang. Jean and Rania sat in the same row of benches as Azka. Jean and Rania take turns to be Azka's backrest.


The journey took almost fourteen hours, because the road conditions several times jammed.


After being patient, they finally arrived at Lumajang safely. Rania took a deep breath as her foot stomped back on the earth Lumajang. Jean swiftly carried Azka into their home. A house that remains well maintained even though its inhabitants are not in place. Mbok Siti and Mr. Darmo are figures who help to treat Zidan, home, goats and restaurants. They had Jean consider to be his own family.


"Dad...mama...!!"


zidan shouted as he ran over to Jean and Rania. The little boy had just finished teaching. Jean responds by holding Zidan and holding him in his arms. He kissed Zidan's chubby cheeks reddened.


"Dad every day Zidan joined the pack Cipto nyari grass, feed the goats and clean the cage...!"


Zidan said with pride.


"Oh yes .. thanks to the hotshot Zidan..."


Said Jean while kissing Zidan's cheek.


" Azka will also come!"


Azka did not want to lose.


" I can, but you have to wait to really recover huh...!"


Jean answered while stroking Azka's head.


Rania's headed for the kitchen. He didn't really want to go to the kitchen. But he was too proud to show that he was very moved to see Jean's closeness with his two children.


For a widow with two children like her. Deciding to marry again is not an easy choice. It is very difficult to get a partner who wants to receive "one package" with children and the past.


Thus, he realized that the power of his do'a and especially the do'a of his parents was a powerful talisman capable of piercing through the heavens. Nothing happens by chance. Everything must be done, then cultivated, then destiny will change, that is what is always advised by Rania's parents.


Rania rubbed the water that began to drip in the corner of her eyes. Tears of gratitude, tears of happiness.


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