A Decision

Job Search

Three months have passed, I live my life with my two children. With the help of my brother, I started looking for work. Even though Abim still sends his salary for me, I don't want to keep holding hands on the man who hurt me. If I can I have to have income, even though later I do not know how much my income. At least that's my effort, my sustenance that I get to support myself and the children.

While the court process has not been finalized, because Abim cleanly steadfastly rejects divorce.

Maybe it's not just Abimanan's parents to let me go. Mr. Rizal and mama Ainun are not willing to let me divorce Abim.

Mama Ainun always said, Let Manda, Abim be like that. He must be sorry to leave you. Now leave it like this. Do not divorce Abim. He must have returned your power!

But I don't want to. Abim hung me like this! There is no decision! While he's having fun with Reyna, then how do I feel! I have to hold him back continuously, until when?? Not to mention because of Ainun's hand in refusing me to work. Must stay home to take care of both my children. If it's like this when I go forward. When can I have income, if I have to be home.

Because my determination has been unanimous, I still go forward even though many are opposed. No matter what Abim's parents say that I ignore the children. And will bring the kids if I have to work.

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Household

Hours 11.00 WIB.

Today is Sunday, the two children are going with Uti Atika. This is an opportunity for me. Prepare some files to apply for a job. This opportunity I did not miss.

I opened the laptop, I'm looking for job info. Hope and pray only good luck, take my side!

How not, I realized! I am not young anymore. Definitely losing out in finding a better job. But what's wrong if I try, by capitalizing on the experience I have. I sent all my files by email.

Not just stop. I took the phone that was above the nightstand. I'm looking for friends' numbers, asking for job information. Who knows, they can all help me.

Being engrossed, the sound of cell phone ringing. Bend me! I picked up the call, but I was dead.

Not long a message from Abimanan.

Then I read it.

Abims

Do you still have money?

How surprised I was when Abim's message was like that! What does that mean? Thought me. I was silent for a moment, not replying.

Half an hour later, the message from Abim was again.

Abim -

Why not answer?

Why not answer?

I asked, do you still have money?

^^^I-^^

^^^Why?^^^

Abime-

I can borrow it, right? I need to eat?

^^^I-^^

^^^Nothing!^^^

Abime-

I borrow! I don't hold any money!

^^^I-^^

^^^^ There is no

I stopped him, then put his phone on the nightstand. I walked out to go to a friend's house. There was a friend who offered me merchandise.

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At Asri's house.

After a half hour drive, I finally arrived at Asri's house. A woman whose age is above mine. I went to Asri's house with an acquaintance from Luna.

Asri is an online clothing seller. The clothes he sells. A veil or a mukena is also present.

This is the first time I've been to Asri's house and met him in person.

Tock.tok..

"Vaalaikumsalam. Who yeah?" Answer Asri from his house! Then he opened the door and saw me.

I introduced myself immediately. "Sorry my name is Manda. Luna told me I had to see Asri."

"Oh yes Manda. Come on please come in! Please sit down." Tell Asri to come sit with me.

My eyes looked around the Asri house where there was a lot of merchandise. And my gaze refocused on Asri who again invited me to chat.

"Luna has already explained the meaning of your arrival, Manda. Please choose the clothes you want to sell. Later reseller price I send to you. My cooperation is simple, do not use complicated. One is the trust of two honest." Clarify Asri to me while smiling knots.

"Thank you for believing in me!" Answer me.

"Either. If you are picky, keep taking it. Don't forget to note it! It's book!" Asri said then invited me to choose.

My hands are deftly picking clothes, pants, hijab hoods. After that I recorded all the items I brought. When I finished, I said goodbye to go home.

"Asri Bak! I'm saying home! Later if there is something that will be done I will immediately deposit back!" I said as I walked towards the door.

"As much as you!"

"Assynnya!" Say hello and then ride on the bike.

"Glamma!" Reply Asri who is standing on the doorstep.

After starting the motor I immediately left. My bike does it home.

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At home..

14.00 WIB hours

Arriving home, I immediately carry out my obligation to pray. In prayer I do not forget to ask that my trial process be completed quickly, facilitated in finding sustenance and given always health. Amyn.

After praying, I heard the door open. Then a familiar scream, Aisha's voice called out to me.

"Mother!" Shouted Aisyah who just came in.

I was still wearing my face and then immediately went out of the room and looked at the sound.

"Sir, if you enter say hello first!" Sisil Protests.

"Assynnya!" Say hello to both!

"Girlwindsalam! You two and then where?" Ask the one who looks at them.

Sisil walked in and answered. "So I was with Aisyah from there, bun! But in the house again there's a guest friend om!"

"So we go home, you can't get anther!" Chirps Aisyah who was hugging me.

"Yes, now rest! Eits.. have not been to prayer!" Ask me and my two eyeballs directly lead to Sisil first and then Aisyah.

"It's over!" Shouts simultaneously!

In a soft voice I replied to him! "You both wash your hands with your feet and then rest in the room! Bobo!"

"Ready boss!" Ledek Asiyah who glanced at me with a smile!

Both went to the room to rest. While I opened my stall that had been closed for a while because I left it.

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The next day, in between my free time after dropping off the kids at school and getting done with homework.

For the first time I sell my merchandise online through FB, Ig, and WhatsApp.

Bismillah, I said in my heart. I've tried, it's up to You God show me the way.

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After three hours of waiting, there were finally a lot of people wondering about my wares. Some just want to know and some are sustainable.

Thank God, it feels so good. There are people who are interested and want to buy clothes for their children in my place.

It seems that it cannot be expressed in words. This is all over your protesters, Allah SWT.