Destiny Love Rianti

9. Proximity of Hafizh and children

The sun greeted my morning, in the sky the clouds looked bright white shining brightly. The birds started flying while chirping merrily, forming beautiful variations that were pleasing to the eye. It was as if this morning happiness was on my side.

With a little quick movement I started to duel with the cookware in my kitchen which was quite large. Prepare breakfast for children who are still asleep in a thick bedcover. In addition to the brother who did get used to not sleeping after dawn, he said sleeping after dawn was not healthy.

It has been four months that we have returned to a house full of memories with Mr. Galih. Of course it's just the six of us, while Mas Galih and Amira, I don't know where to move. What is clear two months ago mas Galih uploaded a photo of Amira who was standing pretty in front of a luxurious house. Maybe they have given a new home and of course more luxurious than this house. But who cares, after all my feelings for the Galih mas increasingly evaporate, go far into the dark past.

After the court ruling ruled that Galih and I were legally divorced, my lawyer asked for the right to a house and a car to be in my name. Of course this made Galih objections, but still the judge decided that the house and car were mine and the children.

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Today is a holiday, as usual me and the kids spend time off together joking around in the playroom. The twins sit on the baby's storrel next to their nanny and brother who occasionally pinches their chubby cheeks.

We played a long time. Sometimes Fatih was telling stories for her sisters. The story of the great Prophet and his friends. This story I always told Fatih first and he started to read it back when he was in third grade elementary school.

Pips.

Pips.

There was a car horn coming from the front of my house. While running small Fatih towards the main door, to just see who is the one who sounded the horn.

Czechoslovak.

The door opened by Fatih. Looks like the person who honked the horn right is our guest.

I also stood followed by the children and Mbak Ani, the nanny of the twins who pushed stroller Zeze (Syahzeena), while Syaqila I prefer to carry it.

"Om Hafizh, how does it look? Fatih kangen knows." There was the sound of Fatih talking spoiled with a guest who turned out to be Mas Hafizh.

"Sorry Brother, um just returned from Bandung. There's a little work to be done." This time Mas Hafizh chimed in with a soft and affectionate voice.

The children were very close to Hafizh. After I decided to go home, almost every holiday Hafizh always came to visit the children. And children are always happy if visited by Mas Hafizh. In fact, sometimes they themselves call Mas Hafizh to come visit.

This makes me uncomfortable as well actually, for fear that Hafizh mas burdened with the treatment of children who are so spoiled on him. But Mas Hafizh only replied to my statement with even more attention to them.

"When do you go home?" My heart goes out to the man who walks hand in hand with Fatih while next to him is seen carrying a large suitcase that has no idea what it is, which is obviously impossible for Hafizh to move into my house. Hehe....

The tall, round-eyed man who is typical of indo men is now staring at me while throwing a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, only until 06.00 this morning Ri."

"Means from the airport directly here well mas?" Answer her.

"Dad Ri. I miss the kids!"

Hafizh's answer is like a father who longs for his children. But as a widow I am self-conscious, there is no way that Hafizh would think of more than an om for children. Maybe it was because he had no children, so he took out his affection for my children.

"Yes entered first, later I make warm tea for Hafizh mas," my spout and replied to a nod by Mas Hafizh.

I also went inside the house. However, not yet this body reached the door, Mas Hafizh called me to just take the little Syaqilla from my arms.

There was a sense of gloating enveloping my mind. Likewise with Mas Hafizh, but he continued his scene to take Syaqilla from my arms.

Thumping, of course this heart is pounding. I don't know what feelings are residing in the chest, but what is definitely not love but a bad taste because the distance is too close to a man who is not a mahram.

Immediately I quickly gave Syaqilla to Hafizh mas, so that this scene immediately stopped. Scene like a wife who is giving her baby to her husband.

[Astagfirullah, what was that? Oh my goodness, I should have given Syaqilla to Mbak Ani first] muttered in my heart that was still pounding.

Still with an erratic feeling, I walked slowly towards the living room with a tray filled with a glass of hot tea and small setoples of biscuits for a snack. Embarrassed, the feeling was still attached to the chest, but I covered it up by busying myself, moving the one on the tray to the table in front of the busy Hafizh mas playing with the children.

I saw laughter coming from the little lips of the children. A laugh I never enjoyed while with Mas Galih. How happy I was to see this moment, they laughed out loud, not even berserkly indulged in the arms of men who had no blood relation to them.

Divorce was the right decision to make. If I continue to persevere with the Galih mas, then I am sure, this laughter, this happiness will not be able to enjoy.

"In drink first Tea mas," I said to mas Hafizh.

Without lingering, Mas Hafizh immediately sipped the Tea I made. While the children, busy unpacking suitcases that turned out to contain a lot of toys.

"Wow, there's a toy banaaak kaali," said Shamil with a happy facial expression.

"Yes, inaan nyaaak ali, ye ye ye ye." Syafiq said as he skipped.

"Thank you, thank you, Hafizh" Fatih said, as she sprang into the arms of Hafizh.

I saw Fatih was a little moved by the treatment of Mas Hafizh. I know how she feels. The longing for his Abinya he can't cover from me. In the past Galih always treated Fatih like this, pampering him with toys that mas Galih brought home from work.

Human love has no guarantee. Stay in one place or move to another. All is the secret of the power, we humans can what. Resisting its provisions is the best way. Indeed, God's plan always ends happily, even though it must feel the bitterness of the journey first.

"Oh well, Rianti, I would like to offer you a job at the dispensary in my clinic."

"Love, my employee two days ago asked Resain to come with her husband to Bandung, so I hope you will!" Mas Hafizh.

"But mas, what about Zeezee and Syaqilla, they still need me to.... You know, right?" My answer.

"That's easy Ri, you can take them to my house next to the clinic, if it's time to breastfeed, you can be allowed to go home to breastfeed them" replied Mas Hafizh.

"Okay, I accept!" I answered with a slightly cheerful look, because soon I can earn by myself.

All this time, mbak Ani, still paid by Mbak Brenda. Lent promised mas Galih in front of the court judge, sent does not match the nominal agreed. So it's not enough to pay for the twins' nanny. I'd rather not question it anymore, because I know it's going to stay the same.

After being satisfied to play with the children, Mas Hafizh said goodbye to go home.

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The black skirt, the knee-length white blouse, and the quadrilateral scarf cover perfectly on my body. Today, my first day working at the Hafizh mas clinic. This was my first working experience, because after marrying Galih I never worked, I focused on being a wife and a mother for children.

I had a college bench taste. Before marriage, I asked to be lectured by my father, the request was immediately approved. After marriage, I went to the same university as Mas Galih. But different majors, mas Galih Faculty of Engineering and I Faculty of Public Health.

Two months into marriage, I finally got pregnant. Thankfully, my pregnancy did not interfere with my studies. All as usual.

One year of college, I finally decided to quit. Not without reason, because of my brother to my husband so I decided to stop and follow Galih continued his master's studies to Surabaya. With Fatih, me and Galih went to Surabaya.

It's hard to be happy we went through together. Living in a rented that is not big enough, with the salary of Galih mas mediocre as an employee at the Private University in Jakarta.

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I started, struggling with some kind of medicine. Someone helped me recognize the names of the drugs. Someone briefed me on what I should do. Everything feels easy to me. I take the morning shift to look after the pharmacy, so that the night can spend time with the children.

Seriate....