Destiny Love Rianti

14. Neighborly whispers

Marriage is not easy. Marriage is not just about relationships in bed but about your life journey with the same person every day. Wouldn't we get bored playing just one game?

While boredom, this is often the reason husband or wife leave each other. Although not verbally spoken both, but all will be read from their decision to end each other's relationship.

If not because of boredom, then what is the reason that drives our partner to cheat? Maybe that's what Mas Galih feels for me.

I cannot deny that biologically I miss the touch of affection of a halal man. But psychically I refused to enter again into the vortex of life that made me feel a huge disappointment.

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As the sun rose in the east, its rays brightened the earth where the servants lived. White clouds lined up neatly in the sky, adding to the beauty of the atmosphere this morning.

The kids and I rushed home. In addition to the hot weather, also because the worms in the stomach began to protest for his right.

In front of me Fatih, Syamil, and Syafiq walked hand in hand while singing Islamic children's songs. The hue of happiness emanated clearly from their handsome faces. I could only smile a little at the happiness of my three sons.

It seems like they are fine without the role of a father in their lives.

"Abang, Om afis kok no kidding anymore to home well. Amil lindu."

Shamil made me pause for a moment, but soon I stepped up again to continue our journey home. Fatih, Syamil, and Syafiq are still walking while telling stories about their activities when they were with Mas Hafizh.

It turned out that I was wrong, secretly my three sons missed the father figure they felt from Mas Hafizh. Of course this is a big consideration for the answer I have to give Mas Hafizh. That I should probably be able to open my heart again, at least for the sake of the happiness of my children.

"You should start thinking about finding Ri's life partner. Poor kids, it looks like they need a father's role in their lives." Ani gave her opinion.

I feel like Ani's words have a point too. Life must be balanced, if the sandals alone will be balanced if there is a partner. Human life should be more than that.

Kids need mom and dad. If the mother becomes their place of affection, then the father figure is able to be a protector and tranquilizer for them.

If only Mas Galih had not thought of remarrying, or maybe could have slightly suppressed his selfish attitude in terms of his eyes. Maybe my life won't be this complicated.

But whatever the power, the destiny of man who knows how it ends. Accepting and being grateful becomes the only way to enjoy this ever-spinning wheel of life.

"It looks like Hafizh is suitable to be a father to them Ri. Hafizh is also a widower. So you can both fill each other's gaps." Ani gave another opinion.

Ani's brother is not much different from Mbak Brenda. Six years away from Brenda. She is also a widow like me, but the difference is that I am a widow left married, while she is a widow left dead.

Mbak Ani has one boy who is now on the bench of education at one of the State Universities in Bandung. Her husband died while her son was still in junior high school. Since then, Ani worked hard to support her only child.

I asked him once about getting married a second time. But she said, that she really loved her husband, and wanted to continue their relationship in the afterlife later, she hoped to be the wife of her husband again in the paradise of Allah SWT.

Well I've heard about it from the lectures of some famous ustadz-ustadz, and in the past I was with Mas Galih had made the same promise as Mbak Ani and her husband. But bad for me, instead of living happily divorced and thrown away.

"The chemistry between Hafizh and the children is very strong Ri. Hafizh was able to give a father's warmth to the children, which they did not get directly from his biological father." Added Ani.

"Think about Ri. This is for the sake of your children's psychology. They're too small to understand adult life."

"Well how else Ma'am, the name is also people were disappointed, so it's also difficult if you have to open your heart again" I answered accordingly.

I have not told much about Mas Hafizh's sudden proposal to Mbak Ani. The plan is later that night if the children are asleep, I will tell everything to Mbak Ani, and also ask for his opinion about the decision I have to take.

"Well good for you Ri. I just wish you and the kids were happy. Forget all your bad memories with Galih. Maybe that's one of the ways God keeps you away from people who aren't right for you."

In terms of religious spirituality, Mbak Ani is one who obeys his creator. He always gives advice that makes my heart feel calm when listening to him. He is the wise man I need right now.

"Look at me later. May there be a hint that God will give you."

We laughed a little together. Laughing at our equally widowed lives. No more talking about marriage. There is only the discussion of mothers about the furore of their children.

"Sayuurr, sayuuur, sayuuur." The cry of Mr. Mamat the greengrocer who used to peddle his merchandise in our housing complex, stopped the conversation between me and Ms. Ani.

Coincidentally also at this time our position is right in front of the house. The children have entered first, followed by Ani and baby Zee. While Baby Qilla and I were still shopping for side dishes to eat us today.

Without having to be called, Mr. Mamat had already stopped right in front of me. He had already memorized my habit of shopping for vegetables to her.

"Pak Mat, mustard two ties, eggplant sekilo, carrot half kilo, potato sekilo, the same tofu and tempe."

"Neng is good."

With a swift Mr. Mamat wrapped all the vegetables I ordered earlier. Along with that, the complex mothers have also started to gather to shop for vegetables on Mr. Mamat.

Someone was making small talk by asking about me and the kids. Someone asked me about my work. Someone asked me when I would get married.

"Eh neng Rianti, who are the handsome guys who often come nengokin children?" Ask Mila's mother in curiosity.

"Will her husband?"

Mila's mother is famous as Mak kepo in the complex. Because of his habit of wanting to know about the lives of others. He is also a famous gossip monger, because his chatty mouth likes to gossip everywhere.

"That's her sister Brenda Ma'am," I replied casually.

"Oh, again yah neng deket?"

"Wikah neng, it is not good to keep widows later can be slander loh neng," he said with a small laugh.

I didn't respond to Miss Mila's rant. This is the fate if you become a widow, there is a sloping story that is often heard by the ears. But let people talk, I don't tease their husbands.

"It's the groceries." Mr. Mamat gave me a large bag of crackers containing various kinds of vegetables that I ordered earlier.

I then paid him after asking the total price to Mr. Mamat. And say hello to all the mothers who are shopping.

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After performing Maghrib prayers, Ani and I gathered in the family room to accompany the children to play. Do not forget the fried banana snacks sprinkled with cheese and chocolate participated in our association. While the twins I provide instant pudding made specifically for babies.

Laughter graced our togetherness. Ani's mother deliberately asked me to stay at home for a while while while her son was outside the area. It is also a pity that he had to sleep alone in his house located a few meters from my home complex.

Drrr...

Drrr...

My phone rang, a sign of a message coming in.

[I want a video call with the kids, okay?] A message from Mas Hafizh.

[May] I answer briefly and give my phone to Fatih.

Not long after that, Hafizh called via video call. The children look very happy because they can meet the face of the person they were talking about.

Do I have to accept Hafizh mas?

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