Arumi Sekar

the Return of Bima

After almost six months, Mas Bima never had any news, disappeared just like it was deliberately run from responsibility and avoid the legal entanglement for his actions that have stolen money and jewelry my mother.

All this time I had deliberately silenced him, clenching what he had taken. I even got my widow's letter three months ago. If later Mas Bima returns, at least he already has no rights over this self. I wish he never showed up in my life again, because there will only be problems that he creates.

I'm no longer working, focused on the boutique venture that's just pioneering. Thank God, my shar'i clothing boutique has never been empty of buyers. The game and wide hijab is now much favored by women, not even many who start wearing a veil. So in the boutique I did deliberately provide clothing equipment syar'i, ranging from the game, hijab, veil, socks, handshock as well as a variety of accessories.

While the current clothing store that sells teenage clothes but still with Muslim fashion, now has two branches. Thank God for always being grateful for what you have now. This is life, no one knows what will happen in the future. We just need to be optimistic and keep trying.

My relationship with Mas Raihan is also getting closer, the man who looks perfect in my eyes has expressed his feelings. But because my status who just divorced makes him still keep his distance, so that there is no slander in our relationship. Raihan promised to ask for my hand after Iddah ends. But I asked him not to hunt. Because I do not want, a fairly short time will bring up the assumption of skewed from the neighbors. Let us live this relationship as it should, despite the thousands of kilos of distance between us. The feelings that exist are getting stronger and as if bound to one another. This is the beautiful art of longing in my opinion. Because love does not have to indulge the taste and friendly words. As long as we are not yet engaged in a halal relationship, Raihan and I will continue to keep our distance.

"Sir, may I come in." Rina's voice sounded outside the room, what's with her why her voice was such an anxious person.

"Just go in, Rin. isn't in the lock."

When Rina appeared to look her unpleasant face, bent with a mouth that was deliberately laced.

"What's wrong, why isn't your face so good?"

"That's a guest for mbak." It looked as if Rina was breathing rough, and the look in her eyes was looking at me pity.

"Guests? who?"

"Mas Bima and his mother."

"What's? I didn't hear wrong, did I, Rin?"

"They're waiting in the guest room, there's a mother there. Lina's lazy to see them."

" What else will they do, what else will they do?"

"Bak meet first, and don't forget, bring his double letter to Mas Bima. Let him know he's nobody in this house."

"Well, I want to make them a drink first. Don't forget to take ablution water first before meeting them, let's not be possessed."

"they are demons, Rin!." hahahaa, we laughed with the silliness of Rina, I understand Rina's dislike of Mas Bima and her mother, because they always throw tantrums and after that will behave as if they are innocent.

I also rushed to take our divorce papers and give a widow's deed to Mas Bima, for this time I have to be firm with the man. After finding what was sought, I went out of the room but previously wore an instant hijab first, because at this time Mas Bima is no longer a mahram for me.

"Strong, Mas kangen." suddenly Mas Bima stood up and scattered to hug me, but I quickly avoided him, so that his hand just floated above with a surprised expression.

"Did you not miss Mas, Sekar?. Did you not expect to go home?" Mas Bima put on his face, as if he was the one who was hurt.

"Already Mas. No more need for you to have a show, and thank you for coming to this house, so I don't have to bother sending your divorce certificate."

Mas Bima mouth was immediately mangap with her mother who was no less excited, her eyes immediately glared with her mouth wide open.

"A pa you mean Sekar? Divorce?"

"Yes Mas. I've been taking care of our divorce papers, and three months ago the court granted the lawsuit I filed. And that means we're no longer husband and wife." I thrust the divorce certificate towards Mas Bima which he greeted with trembling hands.

"What are you doing. This divorce isn't legal, because I haven't dropped a talc on you." Berang Mas Bima did not accept.

"There is no need to shout Mas, with you not supporting more than three months it has been the fall of talaq. And have you not been gone without word for more than six months. So just accept the reality. Besides, I don't have any feelings for you either. I'm already disappointed with all the things you've done to me and my mother."

"I don't take it, don't just kick me. And as for the gono treasure I am also entitled to get some of what you have, because it has been a common treasure during our marriage."

"Don't dream of you. Remember, falling is sick. Which treasure do you mean? Didn't you enter this house just carrying clothes on the body. Even as long as I'm your wife, where have you ever given me a living money. There are precisely you always ask for my money under the pretext of borrowing, boro boro returned, instead you do not know shamefully have stolen the money of the mother and also her jewelry. So stop dreaming than you fall, dong pain."

"shitless of you, Sekar!."