Divorce Me!

CHAPTER 2. Suffering Sukma.

With a face of surprise and anger that erupted, the woman who struggled to meet my needs and Mas Ali.

"Witnesses? Witness that you divorced my daughter? How you Ali! What was Sukma's fault, so you divorced him? Especially when your baby was just born?" ask the mother in a loud and loud voice.

Degh!

I was a little surprised to hear the loud voice of my mother. During her time as her son, only this time did I hear mother speaking in such a high tone.

"The mother's daughter is not a wife! She couldn't give me a son and now she can't conceive anymore, so what's wrong if I decide to remarry?" sahut Mas Ali my husband.

Hearing Mas Ali say the word casually, made my mother's eyes widen. Enough to make me worry about my mother's health who has a history of high blood pressure.

"But, he has already given you a princess, isn't that enough?! Men and women are the same, Ali! It makes no difference!" reply mother. His chest rose and fell as if he was holding back the rumbling emotions of the old and wrinkled eyes were glazed over.

"Of course it's different, Mom! Which mother knows, because the mother's children are all women! Look at me, in the old days life is still difficult. Very different from Mama, because the mother's child is relied upon as the successor of the family," Mas Ali murmured. He succeeded in provoking the emotions of the old woman who still looks beautiful and physically fit despite her age.

My mother has two daughters, my sister Tania. Tania lives out of town, with her husband who works at a coal company. Their lives are very well established, every month Tania always sends pocket money to mother. Although my mother always refused, but my brother still kekeuh send it every month. Makes me both envious and ashamed of him. While I am the youngest child, it actually troubles the mother by hitching a ride in this house.

"You are wrong, even though my children are girls, but they can always be relied upon. After all, I'm not the kind of parent who undermines a child and is cruel to a daughter-in-law!" reply mom growled.

"Alright, Mom! I don't want to argue at length with my mom. Because free! Sukma is a mother's daughter, surely mother will defend her more than this mother's daughter-in-law. Stupe...Sukma also asked for my talak, so he and I are not husband and wife anymore. For a living problem! I won't give my money to that useless girl!" said Mas Ali who sounded so cruel in the ears. The man pulled the arm of his future wife, staring at us cynically as he passed away.

"One day you'll regret it, Ali! Don't ever injure your feet in my house again!" hardik mom, he looks stroking his chest.

I cried bitterly lamenting this fate, Mother walking towards me. Sitting beside me while rubbing this head gently.

"Sorry, Mom! I'm sorry if I didn't listen to what Mom said, first? Mas Ali was not the right man for a companion to live with," my tears broke out before him.

All the efforts and treatment my mother has done for my recovery and the safety of the baby in my womb. Mas Ali was busy taking care of his family. Don't ask, visiting me at the hospital just doesn't.

A week I was in the hospital in a critical condition, until the doctor decided to speed up the birth of my son. Performing surgery so that the baby I was carrying survived, and cutting off one of the fallopian tubes, so that the tumor did not propagate and damage the other tissue.

As a result of the operation, I lost the ability to have children again. How can an infertile woman get pregnant again easily with only one ovary left.

However, thank God my son was born safe and healthy, even though my baby had to be in an incubator for two weeks. With that old body, mom walked over here to take care of me and my baby. Mas Ali, where are you going? His number is also difficult to contact.

As for her family, hearing I gave birth to a baby girl. There was not the slightest response, my mother-in-law only came for a while to visit, it was not separated from the word of her scathing insinuation that said I was a failed daughter-in-law.

O Allah, Robby, strengthen this heart to undergo all these trials, O God!

"Already, Son! No need to cry anymore, it's not your fault. It's your husband who doesn't know gratitude!" comfort my mother, she took over my daughter into her cradle.

"But, Ma...how will the fate of Sukma and Sukma's children be in the future? Shy Sukma always imposes the mother's old days with all the problems of Sukma, ma'am." My tears are back on my cheeks. That gentle hand caressed this face affectionately.

"There is still a mother, Sukma. Don't worry, God willing, there's a way out, son. Stay upbeat for your little daughter." said mom.

The advice felt like cold water soaked this heart. I am so grateful to have a lamp of heart like you, mother, if there is no you, no matter what the fate of my life is.

"So I bought your favorite vegetable mateng, son. Let's eat, you need to eat healthy to keep your breasts smooth and your child healthy, come on!" take the mother while putting Fitri, my daughter who has started to fall asleep in bed. Mom stood up and walked out of the room.

"Yes, ma'am" I answered briefly.

I still want to sit in this room staring at my sleeping little princess, this hand rubbing the little head gently. Surely when you grow up, you will find a man who loves you so much and accepts your shortcomings with a pure heart and may your life always be happy, son.