A Man's Self-Esteem Is Working

His love story is envious to me

In the third of the night I woke up from sleep pulled away the drowsiness that still seemed to be cultivated by the eyes.

I stretched back the prayer rug, started to do the tahajud prayer that I had been routinely doing for a week.

After I finished reaching the Quran on the nightstand, deliberately wanted me to linger - long chanting the holy verses while waiting for the morning prayer to reverberate.

A sense of calm, comfortable and without any burden I feel every want to be closer to Himself.

Dawn also dawned after the completion of dawn prayer as usual I do activities as a housewife should be kitchen affairs and wells in the morning became a daily habit.

Until now Mas Ardi has not returned to this house, after his statement 10 days ago. I am still reluctant to contact him or ask news to Mas Ardi's parents. For me to let it be like this before I still need time even though sometimes the wound because of this heartache is still open and wet.

"Maybe this is the definition of pain but not bleeding"

There was a smile on my lips.

"Hmmmm I'm just like a labile teenager using that meaning" my monologue

I'm just an ordinary woman, sometimes the fragile side is there. Even though everyone closest to me thinks that I am a mature woman who is good at addressing the positive side of every problem.

In fact I'm just an ordinary sad woman that exists, that pain feels, that pain feels, but I don't have to bulbar because the true lack of a person is including his disgrace that if we can not show to others our worst times.

Not because I don't want to share, but it's enough that I'm sad. Especially if there are people who do not like us they will laugh with satisfaction for the distress we experience. Instead of being sorry for humans envy like that will always correct every mistake and distress that we feel.

This afternoon I intend to visit the house of Mbak Yeni whose house is not too far from my house is only a few meters away right on the big road before entering the settlement of this village.

After the home business was done I was ready - ready to go,

"MOTHER.huhuhuhu!" Adam's ear-splitting screams I saw he was carried by a man, blood splattered on Adam's right knee elbow and wrist did not escape from the blisters and blue bruises to the bed.

"What's this about? Why?!!" I took Adam from the man's sling, I put Adam on a bamboo bale in front of the house.

"I'm sorry I accidentally hit my mom's son, I didn't know there would be a bike coming out of a small alley in front of the highway"

"I wanted to take her to the hospital, but my mother's son kept screaming for her to take home." Obviously it's long.

"My son wouldn't want to go to the hospital even to the clinic without me"

"Why?What's afraid of me?" Ask the man

"Not that he's afraid of syringes."

"Mom's mom's mommy's okay?" I asked gently once in a while I wiped her tears with my thumb.

"Yes the mother who medicine Mas do not want to be taken to the hospital" Adam replied still with a hiccup despite sounding soft

I quickly went into the room looking for a P3K box. I wash the wound with running water afraid that there is dust or soil entering it after it is clean.

I tried to pour the alcohol bit by bit into the wound area, the ringing of Adam's little lips sounded. The wound was wide enough to almost fill the knee area although not too deep.

After finishing dressing the wound I went back in to go to the kitchen making 2 cups of warm tea for Adam and the man.

"Please, sorry just hot tea. Drink you must be as surprised as I am."

"Well, I first hit people. I'm honestly scared." The face never lies.

"Now I'm drinking first, tell me to Mom why Mas can get a wound like this?" I asked while pointing at the wound and slightly pressing down on it.

"MOTHER..!! It hurts!"

"Apologies to you?" Adam looked at the man with glassy eyes

"Om wrong too, Om sorry?"

Adam nodded and smiled.

The man reached into the pocket of his trousers and handed him some red banknotes in my hand.

"This is for the cost of treatment and compensation for the bike I hit"

"I'm sorry but it doesn't seem like the injuries that my son gets are not so severe his bike can still be repaired"

"Then take this for the cost of repairs" he bargained

"Well, one sheet I think is more than enough"

The man smiled.

"I'm grateful that my mother was not immediately angry with this incident usually people even immediately ask for compensation"

"His name was also a disaster, no one asked for misfortune and here my son was also wrong"

"Thank you ma'am, then I beg you to retreat to the market to deliver vegetables"

"Oh yes please thank you for delivering my son"

"Yes ma'am, Assalamualaikum"

"Wa'alaikumus salam"

The man left by driving an open tub car with sacks of vegetables behind him.

The ringing of the cell phone averted my eyes. I saw Madam Yeni's name on that flat screen.

"Asalamualaikum Ma'am"

"Wa'alaikumus greetings, you said you wanted to stop by Ma'am's house?"

"Sorry Ma'am doesn't seem to be Adam falling off the bike, don't want to stay but kasian home alone no one"

"Definitely Adam speeding again yo? Is Ardi still in your in-laws' house? Yo wis later in the afternoon Mbak aja who plays at home there want Mbak bullion as well as Mba bring asinan kedondong made by Mbak"

Instantly my saliva seemed to flow shadowed with the sour taste of the sweet and spicy kedondong fruit from the saltwater.

"Make a lot of mama?" ask me enthusiastically.

"Definitely make a lot, klo not Mba and Mas Sapta will not be part, you run out if you eat salty and rich people sloppy" sound laughter Mbak Yeni at the end there.

Mbak Yeni is indeed lucky to get a man like Mas Sapta he is a persistent man in work even though he was in PHK in the company that used to be, he did not rest on his hands in supporting Mbak Yeni even though Mbak Yeni had a food stall in front of his house.

In his slump he immediately rose and opened a small motorcycle workshop - small until now a motorcycle and car workshop that has 5 employees.

Mas Sapta also did not intend to find a wife again or divorce Mbak Yeni, even though Mbak Yeni's uterus was problematic until it was stated to have difficulty in having a baby. Almost 7 years they married but have not been blessed with children among them.

When you see how harmonious their households are sometimes stifled with envy. Those who always complement, so that the figure of the child does not make the fading of love even though the body is almost consumed by age.

Humans are given a different trial - different. Me and Mas Ardi with economic conditions while Mbak Yeni and Mas Sapta with no arrival of red line 2. All the trials that God gives are in accordance with the ability of each without crossing the limits of the ability of his servant. Just how we react.