Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 22

I kept a mini prayer beads that Dad gave me. Which prayer beads I used to take with me and I would cry incessantly if they were gone. However, the last few years I forgot about him. I was preoccupied with pursuing the world and looking for happiness in this only mortal place.

With bismillah I drove forward the first car that Dad bought when our condition was in the middle to upper position. I don't intend to sell or exchange this car. This vehicle is a silent witness to my father's struggle to prosper us. When he succeeded, he left us forever.

Yes, I arrived at the right time. The children had just gathered, even Arumi seemed to have not been in the mosque. I came to the kids who were still playing.

"Assalamu'alaikum kids," I said that managed to get them to distract.

"Waalaikumsalam," they answered in unison.

"Om Bari really did not come here," said Ikhsan. Friendly and handsome boy. Hopefully he's not like me when I grow up.

"Yes, I'm sorry you're so busy. Sit down, read the fairy tale again. Arumi's mom hasn't come yet, has she?"

"No, yet" they answered simultaneously.

"Ok, om bacain islamic fairy tale again ya."

I deliberately bought some fairy tale books and Islamic stories to get close to them. If I get close to them automatically I can also get close to Arumi. I've been doing this since I came here. When I did not know at all the background of the widow who ravaged my heart and life.

The children were silent to the fairy tale I was reading. Sometimes they also respond with laughter when the few words I read are funny to them. Until a voice call from a child made me stop reading.

"Om Bari!" caca shouted while running.

To be honest I wasn't too close to Caca, but somehow she became very friendly and close to me after a while ago I often gave gifts. He's good at talking to me. Maybe he needs a father figure. I don't know how Arumi would explain to a kid this small if he asked about his father.

"Hi sweet boy. You came late. I've half read this story."

"Tomorrow comes again, right? If tomorrow comes, I'll invite you to come not late."

"You came with mom?"

"Yes. Bring a present?"

"Caca, it's not good to ask like that" said Arumi from the direction of the page.

"It's okay Arumi, she's a kid. Don't you forbid that" I protested to my future wife in the world.

"Then what should I do? Letting him ask impolitely like you? A child if not told he will continue to grow up. And he thinks what he's doing is the truth."

"Yes, I get it.."

"Know what are you? Know what about the child? How to appreciate our people you can't yet." cut Arumi fast.

Oh my God, why is this woman talking so spicy? It seemed that he was really guarding his heart from the men. He didn't give any man a chance to enter his world.

"Everyone must have been wrong Arumi, I realized very well what I did was a mistake. That's why I want to change. Can't I change?"

"It's a public place and anyone can be here, I want to be here until later. You have no right to throw me out."

"Alright," Arumi said after a long sigh.

Yes, it turns out my way wasn't wrong. It turns out that with my stubbornness and persistence I can make Arumi not warty. You know, I used to wear this way. Yes, I should be more stubborn than him, my inner being with the sumringah.

"Don't use that table Arumi, you just give it to a teenager. The one in that. I'm alone for the kids."

"What other drama are you playing?" asked Arumi annoyed

"not drama. I'm not an artist, why am I playing a drama."

I walked into the mosque to tell him that a long table could be used for these teenage children.

After that I opened the car garage and took the little table out little by little. Thankfully, kids don't teach here very much. Only about fifteen children. I can't imagine if there were fifty kids and I brought this table alone. Surely my sweat is almost the same as a married couple who are doing naughty scenes in bed.

Arumi just silently looked at me who went back and forth the car and the terrace. While the sumringah children are not karena. They look for a table according to the pictures they like. I deliberately bought a table with pictures so they would be happy.

"Help Arumi, tired of me," I complained

"Nobody told you to buy this and bring it all here. What are you doing this for?"

"To get the reward. What else for?" lightly reply.

Arumi looked upset. However, his hand was moved to help me as well. I know, he wouldn't have the heart to let me lift this table alone like a porters.

"Everything got it? Later after njai, his table was raised by himself on the sidelines to the edge yes. Try now lifting each table. Is there anything strong?" ask me about the kids.

Now I stand side by side with Arumi in front of the children. Ah I so imagine if this is a guarantee. Patience Bari patience.

"Everything is strong. Ok now it's time to pay a salary, yes" I shouted at the children. Then I shuffled back from beside Arumi and walked towards the children who were sitting neatly with a small table in front of each one.

I sat in the back row. I want to hear clearly the voice of my future wife when teaching. Maybe next time I'll come with him while working at the hospital. So that I can also see clearly how this woman works. Or maybe I'll follow him around someday. I can be bucin too.

The short letters finally sounded in my ears. I felt the peace of heart that I truly missed. I haven't felt this way in a long time. Really Arumi has turned my world into the old Bari.

It feels like I took this very soothing picture of them. But I'm afraid that Arumi's angry and is looking for an excuse to keep me from coming back here. I have to be patient, little by little Bari.

I heard it so carefully that I did not feel the teaching and learning activities were already at the end of the session. I remember right, every time I finished teaching, Arumi always invited the children to pray, the voice of Arumi who was very domineering made the niche of my heart vibrate again.

"Don't fight over the table, the place is spacious. Let's change." The voice of the command from Arumi made me realize that the Islamic activity was over. As usual, the children will play for a while while waiting for the Maghrib adhan to reverberate.

However, in one of the corners a little far away from me, I saw Caca with her mother. I don't know what hell is talking about I don't know, but Arumi's movements look serious.

Seriate.