100 Days of Being a Widow
82 A House For Samira.
Dark clouds enveloped the city of Lumajang. Unlike usual rain mixed with fog accompanied by strong winds. Rania who is writing a novel about the story of the warriors of the Household, immediately stopped her laptop. He remembered Azka and Zidan were playing ball on a field not far from their home. While Chantika is doing well Barbie at home.
"Chantika, you wait here yes, don't go anywhere, mama will pick up Mas Zidan and Mas Azka in the field".
"Yes ma..."
The boy's overtime. Rania rushed towards a field. Heavy rain with wind started to fall. Rania immediately invited her children to take shelter on a porch of the house. He does not forget to contact Jean to come home soon, because Chantika is alone at home.
Rania, Azka and Zidan are sheltering in a house that is a distance from the other house quite far apart. The house was uninhabited, but he knew that there were people living in it. Some parts of the house appear to leak and tiles that are only in makeshift plaster, already appear hollow on some sides.
It rained pretty heavy. Sayup-sayup Rania heard the sound of a child crying. More than one person was crying. Rania tries to find the source of the sound. It's a little hard, because it's raining. However, he believed that the source of the sound was from inside the dark house. Though he knew that the surroundings did not go out of power.
Rania tried to knock on the door. Somewhat long. Eventually, it was opened by the owner of the house. A woman who cannot be guessed by her age. It looks like it's still 35 years old, but it could be more. Because his appearance is unkempt.
"Assalamualaikum Ma'am. Sorry I am taking shelter here. I'm with my kids".
The woman replied weakly.
"Goddessalam". Accompanied nod.
"please enter. Recant".
Rania invited her two sons into the house. There was only a mat there, and very minimal lighting.
"I'm sorry about the state of our home".
Say that woman. Rania saw two children lying on a mat, with worn pillows. A child looks at a package of bread that Azka bought when he finished playing football. She had not eaten yet, as it started raining and Rania picked her up.
"Want to have some bread?"
Azka realized that the bread she was holding was the center of attention of a child who was about five years old.
The boy glanced at his mother. But the mother ignored him.
"Mas Azka, can you give it to his bread sister?"
Rania asked, and was greeted by Azka's nod. He got up and approached the boy. The bread was eaten.
Rania's heart ached not seeing the trembling hand holding the bread. The younger child again whined like asking for a share of the bread that Azka had given. Then the brother cut a small part to give to his sister. The mother of the children suddenly cried. Without telling the story, Rania can certainly guess, that they are in a hungry condition.
Rania could barely say anything. It turns out that in the neighborhood around his house there are twofa. They were starving, how could he not know?
With a trembling heart, Rania ventured to ask about their condition.
"Mom, sorry where's the kids' father?"
The children's mothers stopped crying. Then I looked at a picture on the wall of the house. Photos that look dull on the walls are also dull.
"My children have been orphans for the past two years".
Deg.Rania's heart stopped. If possible, he wants to retract the question he said earlier.
"lah... Then who is supporting mother at this time?"
Rania couldn't help her curiosity.
"I myself. Working as a washerman in the village. Paid daily. My wage is only 15 thousand wash once".
Mother was silent for a moment. Shed tears.
"Later, however, many have not used my services since I contracted tuberculosis. I had to walk five miles every Sunday, to get myself checked out. My savings ran out long ago. While income decreases drastically. No one wants to use my services this week. There is no food in this house. I owe it to people who don't care. Because there is no guarantee to pay. Me and the children were also forced to live with the condition of this damp and stuffy house. My two children were diagnosed with tuberculosis".
Tears can no longer be shed. Rania's the same, a lot of cases she's handled out there. But cases like this that can never be detected. Not divorce, not infidelity, or Domestic Violence, but a case of poverty, social inequality. The fact that we are less sensitive to each other. The rain is starting to stop. Rania and her children say goodbye to going home.
Rania's move accelerated, not to avoid aftershocks. However, there is a stomach waiting to be filled. Rania is headed for the kitchen. It was unexpected that Zidan followed.
"Mama, Zidan's hungry..."
Rania breathed. He saw that there were only two rice dishes left in the rice cooker. He wanted to give it to the family.
"Zidan wait for Mama to cook again. This rice will be delivered to the sister who was whining hungry".
Persuade Rania. Cooking rice takes over thirty minutes. There was no way he would let the child wait another 30 minutes, while their stomachs had been unfilled for the past two days. As for Zidan, this afternoon he had eaten, just a little, because he was in a hurry to play ball with his friends.
But apparently Zidan continued to whine. It's time to go back to that house.
"Zidan's... Zidan see that little brother, Zidan has no pity?!"
Rania was a little emotional as Zidan continued to sulk.
"Zidan learned to fast for two hours!!"
Rania's voice was rising.
Jean, who had just returned from the factory, heard Rania's voice. He's headed for the kitchen.
"Why don't you give that rice to Zidan, ma. Giving to others can be later!"
Jean did not understand. Rania then told a glimpse of the condition of the orphan family that she met earlier. Jean calls the resto, maybe they have food. Although he knew, the restaurant almost closed at 5 pm.
"Yes sir. There are still three servings of rice and two slices of chicken steak".
Say someone from behind the phone. Rania can recognize that it's the voice of Retno, the resto department employee.
"Then bring the leftovers home, right away"
"Alright, sir".
After hanging up the phone, Jean talks to Zidan.
"Zidan want your mama's cooking or want to wait for a chicken steak?"
The boy was silent for a moment. She knew that today my mother did not cook a special menu. Mama only cooked omelet, chicken naget, and mushroom soup that she was very used to eating.
"I picked the chicken steak, dad!!!"
Zidan.
"Then. Wait, Mba Retno will deliver chicken steak for you soon. Let me give the rice to the person in the house. Okay?!"
Zidan nodded in agreement. Rania rushed to wrap the rice and side dishes, not forgetting she headed for the refrigerator, took 1 liter of goat milk that had been pasteurized and ready to drink. He also took some money from his wallet.
After kissing the back of her husband's hand, Rania rushes on her motorcycle to the house earlier.
The door is knocked. Mom opened the door to her house.
"Mom, here's a little food. Eat immediately. I'll help to feed the mother's children".
Mom cried for a moment. But maybe because he was hungry, he also dissolved in food. While Rania was busy feeding the two children in turn. In an instant, the rice and side dishes he brought were exhausted with no waste.
"Mothers. There is money, there is not much. But enough to shop for side dishes tomorrow morning".
Rania took out two red sheets. The money is certainly quite unique to buy a few liters of rice along with side dishes.
"Mom. It seems like the children of mothers should get medical treatment immediately. They are very weak and look sick".
Yep. The bodies of the two children were weak. It may be due to not eating for a few days, or also because of the medical illness he is suffering from.
Not long after, Mr. Darmo came by driving a car. The mother and two children were immediately rushed to the hospital.
A very sad condition. How can he live in a fairly located environment, but it turns out there are still less able, even unable to meet his basic needs as a human being?
Later that night, Rania immediately reported the whereabouts of Samira's mother to the local RT chairman. Then, the next day, Rania also reported to the village medics who were on duty at the puskesmas. Rania, who has long served as one of the PKK Pokja members, immediately coordinated with her team both through WhatsApp group, and directly.
Come on, let's not have another Samira ma'am in our village. Let's put the eyes and ears to be more sensitive. Maybe someone is in need of a helping hand but not trying to beg. Some may choose to be silent in hunger, rather than screaming in hunger. One handful of rice that belongs to us, is a hungry antidote for our brother.
***
Samira and her children were taken to hospital. They get free treatment through BPJS services. The Village Chief also provides assistance in the form of guarantees of other costs, especially the cost of food other than those covered by the hospital.
Rania posted a donation for Ms. Samira, as a result of which many donors came to the hospital, providing assistance ranging from food, children's toys, clothes, and also some money. Even though they can't see the patient directly, because they're in isolation. The help from the donors was accommodated by one of the team from the village health. Then channeled directly to Bu Samira.
When Ms. Samira and her children were still in the process of medical treatment. The village team performed home surgery through the Family Hope Program (PKH). Even Bu Samirah also get help in the form of new home furnishings. Because almost all of the old furniture of Bu Samirah is not worth using.
Seeing the location of Bu Samira's house adjacent to the ball field and SD school, the PKH program also made a mini kiosk so that Bu Samira could sell there. Sure kiosk and its contents. However, the terms of the stall opening had to wait for Bu Samira to recover a total of 100%.
Week passed. The health of Ms Samira and her children is starting to improve. The intensity of the cough decreases along with the medical therapy performed. On the other hand, Bu Samira's house has been completed, ready to live and looks very comfortable.
The plywood block room was dismantled so that the room became without bulkhead except for the room, bathroom and kitchen. There are many windows in the house. Lighting and air circulation are quite good. The house is worth mentioning as a healthy home.
***
In the week after medical treatment, Ms. Samira and her children were allowed to return home, on condition of road treatment for the next six months at the cost of BPJS .
After arriving at his home and getting off the ambulance that drove him, Samira was very moved by the condition of his house that had changed completely. He did not expect that just by allowing someone to take shelter in his house, his life could change.
A grain of rice can produce dozens of grains of rice. The little good we do can foster other good.
Brother, don't close your eyes. Don't squish your heart. Look a little at your left right, behind you, the house we passed. A place you often visit. Who knows if someone needs our hand. It is not we who have an obligation to help them, but it is for them to get some of the windfall that we have.
A little bit of alms we give. It will only reduce the nominal money that is reduced in your wallet. But it will never reduce your windfall, it will never interfere with your happiness. Even sharing with others will broaden our hearts.
The story of Bu Samira, only 1 out of hundreds or even thousands of Orphan families on this earth. Actually, Ms. Samira is not a really very poor person. Samira is a Madiun native. She has lived here since marrying her husband who is a native of the local people. Her husband was a duck farmer. His efforts were quite successful. Although simple, but Mr. Lukman, the husband of Bu Samira, coulda wake up a house for his small family. Mr. Lukman's extended family also lives still in the same city.
However, since Mr. Lukman died, his extended family has lost hands and seemed to decide on friendship with Mrs Samira. While living, her late husband became the backbone of her extended family. Financing his sisters, even raising the hajj of his parents. But after the death of her husband, the brothers of the late husband even scramble to take the property that should be the main right of the children of Mr. Lukman. As a result, Ms. Samira who was dating the same as Mr. Lukman, banting stir worked odd jobs to meet the economic needs of the family. Even almost the house they occupy today, was forcibly taken by one of Mr. Lukman's brothers, even though economically, all of Mr. Lukman's sisters are classified as capable. Unfortunately, there is little religious awareness.
Rania continued to write. He wrote stories about clients he worked with, and now writes life stories, help-raising and motivation for fellow divorce victims.
...Through this writing, I want to knock on the door of your heart, the door of our heart. Let's empathize with each other, let's share to achieve happiness together....
...dear, Rania. ...
Seriate....
Dear reader
Bunga Kering would like to thank the readers who have faithfully followed the journey of the story of Rania in the First 100 Days of Being a Widow.
The story continues to the stories of other household fighters yes, so that readers can know more about the problems in each divorce case through the story of Rania's clients.
The story is taken from real life, so it can be more natural...
Oh yea...Dried Flowers want to say,
Minal aidzin wal Faizin apologies inner birth yes for all of your ️
See you at the next part 😍
