After the Rain

Feeling Neglected

Getting unpleasant treatment from husband and children, she continued, Miss Maryam also went home. Along the way he kept grumbling. A swearing oath to Grandpa Ahmad and Rojak, slid free from his mouth.

Brak!

Maryam opened the door of her house violently. Making Habibah who is cooking, immediately turn off the furnace. Staggering, Habibah ran towards the living room.

"Mother?!" pekik Habibah's.

Habibah was so surprised to see her mother sitting leaning back and closing her eyes. Even more surprised when he saw a large bag lying on the floor, next to the mother's feet.

"What is that, Mom?" habibah asked pointing at the big bag while frowning.

"Mother's clothes" replied Miss Maryam, lightly. "Get it in Mom's closet, Bah!" his orders to Habibah.

Although he did not understand, Habibah still obeyed his mother's orders. He approached Maryam to get the big bag. A moment later, Habibah carrying a bag that was quite heavy, entered his mother's room.

Arriving at Miss Maryam's room, Habibah dropped the large bag right in front of the mother's closet. He then took out his mother's clothes one by one. His mind wandered, trying to figure out what really happened to his mother.

Did you have a big fight with Ahmad's grandfather, so you decided to go home? batin Habibah's.

Finished cleaning his mother's clothes into the closet, Habibah came back out. He was curious and wanted to ask. However, seeing the look on his mother's face, Habibah also undoes his intentions. She was afraid that her mother would be offended by the questions she asked.

Without saying much more, Habibah went to the kitchen to finish the work that had been delayed. Never mind, after wanting to tell a story, I must have said the reason why he came home like that. Back Habibah monologued in his heart.

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Time keeps passing. The period of santri service in the community is ongoing for a month. The absence of activities in the dormitory, making Yandri increasingly never able to let go of the shadow of his ex-wife. The more he wants to forget, the stronger the memories with his wife continue to wander in his mind.

"Ustadz Yan, so what's on the S2 list?" ask one of Yandri's co-workers.

"No idea, Ustadz. Fear of breaking down halfway," replied Yandri.

"Kok broke down in the middle of the road anyway, Tadz. Insha Allah, if you want to learn, there will always be a provision. Moreover, the son of Ustadz, 'now one. I'm the only one whose son is a lot, on the list" said Ustadz Dani.

"What do Ustadz want to study?" ask Yandri.

"According to the maple that S1, Tadz, has time on" replied Ustadz Dani. "If Ustadz himself?" tanyakanya.

"Hmm, I don't know .. haven't thought of it yet" replied Yandri.

"Yes, this is my brochure first. In case Ustadz wants to talk to Teteh Nda," said Ustadz Dani.

"Yes, thank you, Ustadz" Yandri said.

After Ustadz Dani died, Yandri leaned back and stared at the brochure of a graduate university. In fact, it did not even cross Yandri's mind to continue the lecture. However, when his life was quiet without the presence of Daniar, Yandri thought that he had to do something to distract him.

Hmm, there's no harm in me trying. After all, studying is also one of the obligations of a reasonable human being, the mind of Yandri.

"Hmm, I rarely go home. I'd better take my time to find some more knowledge. Mumpung Bintang is still in elementary school" muttered Yandri.

Shortly thereafter, Yandri called Daniar to ask for an opinion.

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Habibah grumbled in annoyance. Since his mother came home, Habibah's expenses began to swell. Plus, his mother's work only taught him to and fro, not even a little to help Habibah for kitchen affairs. In fact, in addition to taking care of the house, Habibah also had to work in order to get extra money.

"Where are you going?" ask Habibah. Habibah frowned seeing his mother had put on such a nice robe.

"Mom wants to go to Suryalaya, Bah" replied Miss Maryam.

"Hmm, Mum. Suryalaya is far away. Is Mom strong on her journey? Don't you like motion sickness when you take the bus?" habibah asked, worried.

"God willing Mother is strong, Bah. After all, teaching is a good thing. God must give strength to His people who want to do good" said Miss Maryam.

"Mom's right, but don't push yourself, Mom. Wrong, instead of getting a reward, Mother sinned also because it troublesome others deliberately," replied Habibah.

"Well, how do you say that, Bah. Not to support Mother doing good," said Miss Maryam.

"It's not that, Mom. Almost every day Mother was never at home because she attended the study. If around our village anyway, not pa-pa, but now Mother has followed the study in the far area. Are you not tired? Bibah advice, you better just rest at home. The mother is old, so it must be smart to maintain the condition of the body so as not to hurt. Haven't you been complaining lately that Mom's chest hurts from coughing?" habibah continued, stating his intention to prohibit his mother from teaching to distant places.

"Finally I'm tired of staying home, Bah. There's nothing you can do at home" Maryam replied.

"Ih, Mom .. I said there's nothing to do, anyway. That's a lot of housework, Mom. Once in a while, I helped Habibah dong, doing housework. Mother, will know if Bibah must sew in order to help the economy of the Bibah family. From Ibu njai to and fro just to show off clothes, yes meningan I take care of the house and foster Rizal so that Bibah can calmly work," said Habibah at length.

"Huh, it's your maid's mother! I'm ah, here, I give money to stock. The bus was waiting in front of the mosque. Then Mother was left again, if late to gather," said Miss Maryam while raising her hand, like a child asking for pocket money to her parents.

"Well, why ask Bibah, anyway? Didn't you three days ago, Yandri sent money to you?" Habibah.

"The money's over I bought this shirt." Point Miss Maryam at the clothes she wears. A moment later, he walked off to show off his new clothes to Habibah. "Where? Good, isn't it?"

Habibah snorted in annoyance. Oh my God .. buy another shirt? his mind while staring at the mother.

"Buruan, Bah. Where's money?" urged Miss Maryam.

"God doesn't have any money, Mom. I sell some of my clothes, " Habibah advises, "inget, Mom. Shirt also has a hisab in the afterlife later," continued Habibah while passing away to the sewing room.

Miss Maryam snorted annoyed at Habibah's words. Still with a bad feeling, he went outside the house. Soon at 08.00, where the bus he was riding had to leave immediately so as not to be late for monthly studies in Suryalaya.

Actually, Miss Maryam felt neglected by all her children. Therefore, he busied himself with teaching.

In the past, when she found out that Yandri was separated, Miss Maryam was hoping that Yandri could stay at her house. However, that hope was in vain, because Yandri did not want to resign from the workplace. And when Miss Maryam asked Yandri to take her, Yandri was not ready because Yandri was living in a dormitory, not a private house.

To overcome her loneliness, finally Miss Maryam participated in various teaching activities held in her neighborhood. He began to busy himself so that he could forget and not complain too much because he felt neglected by his children.