Destiny Love Rianti

3. Make peace with the situation

[AllahuAkbar AllahuAkbar]

The dawn prayer has been reverberating beautifully all over the earth. The call of love to those souls who long for His mercy. Breeze at dawn blows shahdu, making the restless soul calm and peaceful again.

Kulrikik Fatih was still asleep in his sleep. While stroking her hair gently, I read Surah Al-qadar so that her heart softens. I looked at his calm face, how handsome you are my son. A sharp nose, pure white skin, round eyes like the eyes of handsome Indian actresses.

"Abang wakes up, it's already at dawn baby," I woke him up while stroking his face that is more dominant like me.

"Yah ummi" he answered with his eyes still closed but slowly rose from his sleep.

While Syamil and Syafiq I saw still sleeping. I let them have their sweet dreams. They have not yet reached puberty, so it is okay if they have not prayed.

I led Fatih to the kitchen to take ablution. My steps stopped when I remembered Galih mas who might not have been awakened from his sleep.

"Abang, just take the wudhunya first well, ummi want to wake abi first to pray congregation," I said to Fatih who was still half conscious.

"Dad ummi" he replied as he passed away to the kitchen and occasionally rubbed his eyes.

I turned towards our main room. The room that witnesses the monk contest my love with mas Galih. I slowly opened the door of the unlocked room. I set my feet towards the Galih mas which is still residing behind a thick blanket patterned with beautiful flowers.

I sat next to him, looking at his charismatic face. I stared at the old face that always smiled beautifully to me, I held the lips that always dyed the top of my face. Mas Galih is handsome, his nose is sharp, his eyes are beautiful, his chin is charming, and charismatic face that makes many women's eyes reluctant to turn away. It's just that in the past Galihku mas not as handsome now, the thin body is now somewhat full, the skin is a bit brownish more precisely the skin of mature sapodilla is now turned into yellow tangs, yellow, the pimpled face and the bruise now became smooth like cotton.

"Abi, get up, it's time for dawn prayers," I whispered softly in her ear as I glanced at the top of her head.

"Hmmm, sleepy," he answered me, turning back to me.

"Everyone drowsiness bi, but as much as possible resist drowsiness, wake up bi," I replied with a smile despite being treated so by mas Galih.

"Aaarrrggghhh, go with you, I say I'm sleepy, budek yah you, hahhh?" His answer this time with a snapping tone and reflex made me stand a little away, afraid that his hand would swing towards me.

I ran away from Galih mas who preferred to sleep again rather than fulfill his duty as a servant. [Astagfirullah halazim] lirihku in heart.

Mas Galihku really has gone somewhere, he used to like it most if I wake up like that even he will repay me by pulling me into his arms and fondling me, but now what I get, I get, only the snapping made the wound in the heart even more gaping.

With sadness I went to the ablution, this time there were no tears, only a sense of patience and sincerity in my heart that I tried to give fully.

I stepped into the mosque to perform the congregational morning prayers with my son Fatih. I saw Fatih was getting ready at the front to start praying immediately.

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This morning the sky was bright, the sunshine seemed to give the news that today the storm would not come. Birds chirping, chickens crowing, plants looking fresh with dew that has not dried, it feels like nature is happy today.

I am trying to make peace with the situation. Trying to compromise my heart so as not to grieve anymore, pity my children if they have to see me in this unpleasant condition. They need my happy laugh, they need my spirit to be able to play with them as usual. There can be no more sadness today. Huuuff....

As much as possible I will try to take Galih's heart again, I must not despair, there are still two days left to change the frozen heart to melt again. Prayer, effort, and last fear in Him. [Rianti spirit] I muttered in my heart.

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The time still shows at 05.50 WIB, my husband is still asleep in a thick blanket, so my son Syamil and Syafiq are still wandering in their long dreams. While Fatih prefers to help me to just sweep, mop the floor to wash clothes with a washing machine of course, and I provide all the breakfast equipment on the dining table, ranging from dishes, glasses, and so on, small knives, spoons, forks, bread, various kinds of jam, some chocolate, nuts, pineapple, and strawberries, UHT milk for my three children and some fruits such as bananas, oranges, and strawberries, apples and wine.

After I felt everything was ready, I rushed to refresh myself. Because today I want to look beautiful in front of my husband Galih.

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Still wrapped in a towel, I sat facing the dressing glass in our master room. I look at the face that is no longer bright, but it used to be so charming that it invited many men to come home to edit themselves. I looked again at the lips that began to blacken a little, but he was red blushing like a rose that tempts to be frowned upon by the Galih mas. My beauty has completely faded after giving birth to the three princes of my heart.

I began to direct my hands to my dresser drawer, I took a set of makeup equipment that I used to wear to please the eyes of Galih.

Foundation branded Ward** I wear thin on my face, I continue to wear solid powder with the same brand, he said, not until that I continue to apply makeup on the lips with a little layer of my lips with pink lipstick, while for eyebrows and eyelashes no longer need I add anything because it is thick and flat. It's just that one thing that is not liked by Galih and I can not manipulate is weight, weight, with BB 70 kg while TB 158 is already in the category of fat and even very fat plus the weight of the stomach is getting bigger.

[Eh I just realized my stomach was like it was seven months or eight months old]. [Hmm maybe the baby is big] with a slight raised suspicious forehead.

I continued my activities by selecting and sorting out the best dress I had. In the past, Galih always said that he was very happy to see me wearing a robe and a veil when he was waiting for me to come home, so that at that time I bought a lot of gamis with beautiful motifs to just wear at home, if out of the house I was more comfortable with the plain-plain.

Long hands and eyes wandered in the middle-sized wooden closet, until my eyes were fixed on a pink robe patterned with maroon roses and I dressed with a maroon color hijab, she said,

[perfect already] swish my heart happily.

"Oh my goodness, I fell asleep!" The surprised voice of Galih averted my eyes, I saw he moved quickly from the bed but did not forget to check his salary first.

"Why mas? How come you're in such a hurry, something's important huh?" I asked Galih mas who was busy typing a message for someone and shortly ran to the bathroom without answering the slightest question I asked him.

Hufftts, hufftts,

I just sighed, holding back the feeling that was getting worse because of Galih's cold attitude. I tried to survive this storm, drifting in a sea of increasingly painful wounds. I tried to keep balancing the small ark that started to shake because of the endless storm. While the captain was like a slumber without fear of worrying about the ark sinking. [O Allah, O Rabbi, hold tightly to my heart so as not to waver with the incitement of the devil to no longer maintain this household] I murmured in a torn heart.

After I thought I had perfect my appearance, I went from my place to the dining room on the first floor, waiting for all the crew members to gather to fill the stomach in the morning.

Step by step I descend the stairs that are quite draining energy pregnant women. I saw that the children had gathered neatly in their respective seats with a hint of typical children's jokes. I smiled happily at the scene before these eyes, indeed God is all-fair, He does not let me grieve, he sent them as solace in this uncertain direction.

"Mii... Mi, ni ni (ummi here)," call my first child by waving my hand at me and a little prancing around in the seat.

"Wooohhh, ummi this hali beauty," continued my second child with bulging eyes and lips pointed forward. Hahaha it's really funny the two of them.

"Sit here the queen mother," continued the eldest in the style of a prince waiting for the princess. Yuhuuu, the romance of my firstborn.

We decided to joke together while waiting for the Galih mas who did not come down. I don't know if he's doing what I don't know.

An hour we waited, finally Galih came down too, but I saw this time he hurried down some stairs. While running he passed us without question, and without salim first.

Kulirik the children looked sad and disappointed, while I wondered in my heart

[what kind of dealings made him so panicked that he forgot about us waiting for him with a rumbling stomach for hunger restraining]

"Hayooo, who wants to take the first bribe?" While holding the bread and lacing it with chocolate jam I broke the silence that was created. I showed them a big smile so as not to dissolve in deep sadness.

"I, I, I," the voice of the child was disdainful, vying to be bribed first by me.

I smiled at the behavior of the children, although in my heart many questions hung there.

"Ahh, Abang first, Abang kan who was born first," said the eldest with a little joke.

"Ihh, fiq lu, fiq nan de, (ihh, Syafiq used to be, Syafiq kan most adept)," said my youngest son who was not yet good at talking with the expression of his lips to the front.

"Ihhh, I duyu," continued my second son with an angry expression.

"Yes, my brother is afraid" replied my eldest son with a smile to his two younger siblings.

"Well, ummi start from the smallest well, raise your hand who is the smallest?" I speak with passion so that the children are also excited.

"That, atu," replied Syafiq by raising his hand and of course the prancing scene did not miss.

We decorated the breakfast with a cheerful and happy laugh. The kids ate breakfast while I chose not to eat first, wait for Galih mas and then have breakfast with him.

After breakfast, the children took me to their playroom. There we spent some time joking around and laughing.

My eyes never stopped glancing towards the main door of our house waiting for the Galih mas who had not come home for two hours.

Long time we played until the sound of the car horn Galih mas heard, I ran forward with a big smile with the intention of welcoming the Galih mas.

I opened the main door that had two handles, I saw Galih parked the car. But it turns out he came home not alone, there was someone beside him. I looked more closely that a woman without a hijab was sitting spoiled on the front bench near Mas Galih.

[Who is he, I think Galih has no sisters, all brothers. Cousin? I only know a few of her female cousins] I muttered with a heart full of question marks.

The car door opened, I saw Galih coming down and looking at me without a smile. He moved to the next door and opened the door for the woman.

[what is this, even he opened the door for the woman] my heart grew louder and louder in asking.

The door opened, the woman slowly got out of the car. I watched him from top to bottom. By using black jeans combined with a yellow sleeveless blouse he looks so sexy, slim body without fat, white skin clean, smooth face like silk, and, straight long hair with a little maroon red, narrow eyes typical of Korean women, what a beautiful woman brought mas Galih, if I guess maybe twenty-eight years old.

but [who he is] once again my heart asked.

Mas Galih stepped forward with a woman I did not know who she was, with a large suitcase led by Galih.

"Rianti, introduce this Amira, your honeymoon candidate, after marriage he will be brought to this house," said Mas Galih who managed to make me angry.

"What's? You want this girl to stay at our house? You don't have a heart, well, what about the kids? They're not ready to accept this reality!" I answered with a tone of emotion but still a small voice and not snapping.

"This is my house, with my money this house can be as good as it is now, you don't remember this was just a small bamboo-walled house you gave us for our wedding gift, huh? Because of my hard work this house became like a palace, so the one who deserves this house is me! Understand you?" Gertak mas Galih while pointing at me.

I was silent in a thousand languages, unable to answer every word that Galih threw. I saw for a moment the woman named Amira seemed to smile happily seeing me and Galih mas arguing with each other.

"Yuk deck, take you to your room, we will finish shopping for our wedding needs," said Mas Galih still with an angry look at me.

Mas Galih started to step towards the house in the follow Amira from behind passing me without mercy. My mouth was frozen, my mind was in a state of turmoil, my heart was beating faster, my breath was hunting, as if something was stirring in my heart. I bowed in disbelief. Today is the saddest day of my life.

I turned around, walked unsteadily into the house, my eyes blank, my mind drifting away. I set foot into the children's room, I saw for a moment that Syamil and Syafiq were playing wars while swinging a sword made of plastic, while Fatih did not see his presence.

I continued to walk into the children's room. Drop by drop tears began to fall down my cheeks, my heart breaking into pieces. Mas Galih was so gentle with the woman he had just met, while I who had fought to help him to succeed as now was not even considered to exist by him.

My steps are limped like powerless. I stepped into the room. Closed door.

I rested my head on the wall of the room painted light blue. Not a word came out of my lips, only tears that poured down my cheeks. My defense collapsed, my hope was lost to dreams. Sniffling I cry over the situation, while caressing the big belly that began not to move.

I was completely destroyed, I tried to remove everything I was wearing in the face, I dismantled the hijab neatly attached to the head until my hair was disheveled. My situation is really concerning.

I sat down slowly, extending my legs and slightly lowered my head, I cried silently.

[aaaarrgghhh, how sick god]

[tega once you were, after I sacrificed body and soul only to accompany you rise from material poverty, but now what you have returned to me, you have given me a poison that slowly kills me]

Hikz Hikz Hikz.

"Bad Abi is cruel, Abi is a bad father, a bad husband, Fatih hates Abi!" faintly heard the voice of Fatih who scolded her father followed by the sound of crying of her two younger siblings.

"Fatih, here's the ummi hug," in a weak and sobbing voice I called out to him, but I'm sure he didn't hear it.

"O Allah, why should this be so severe as my test" I said, still in tears of contempt.

The sound of the door opening. I glanced at the door, there Fatih and her two sisters were crying bitterly while holding a plate containing barley bread and a glass of water. We looked at each other with heartbreaking looks.

"Here son, hug ummi," my hoarse voice called out to them with raised arms hoping to be hugged.

They rushed into my room, running towards me with tears streaming down. Hugged me very tightly.

"Ummi ate first, this morning ummi did not eat breakfast because of waiting for the cruel Abi!" Grumpy my firstborn.

Bribes by mouth they point to this stiffened mouth. In tears I ate the bread that my children had prepared. I sobbed again followed by the children who hugged me again. We spent our grief hugging each other.

Until I felt a pain running through my stomach....

Seriate...