Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

End Introduction

Grandma continued to beristighfar until repeatedly, because she heard the words from me.

No more comments from my grandmother. He was silent and daydreaming, with a blank look straight ahead. Shortly after, Grandma moved out of her seat.

"Where are you going, grandma?" ask me.

"You go to the kitchen, grandma wants to make some warm sweet tea for you, Ndah."

Without waiting for my answer, grandma immediately rushed towards the kitchen. Not long after, he came back.

Grandma sat next to me, carrying a glass of warm sweet tea in her hand.

"In the drink, Ndah!" grandma says.

Grandma gave me that warm sweet tea. I also received tea from my dear grandmother.

"Yes thank you, grandma." Give me back.

I began to sip the warm tea twice, and put it back on the plastic table in front of me.

"Your father knows this matter yet, Ndah?" ask grandma.

"No, grandma. I don't know about this at all. Because, I never said anything to you." I replied.

I sipped the warm tea again for half a glass.

"Oh, yeah that's it. Meet your father now!" grandma suggestion.

"Well be frank with your father about this matter of yours, Ndah. Let your father do the next thing." Grandma added.

"Yes, grandma. Later in the afternoon we go to Dad's house, Grandma. Grandma accompany me there, yeah!" pinta.

I asked my grandmother to accompany me to my father's house, with a face of bleakness.

"Yes, we'll both be there." Grandma replied.

Hearing Grandma's reply, it really made my heart relieved. Honestly, I'm so scared when I'm dealing with dad.

Father did not say much.But if once angry, ordinary seven days and seven nights I cry for him.

Hahahaha, it's too big. But yes, that is the reality.

"Yes, now rest in the room, Ndah! Grandma wants to get ready to change clothes first, want to go wiridan (yasinan)." said grandma.

Grandma began to be busy picking out the clothes in her wood closet.

"Yes, grandma. I'm gonna take a nap, yeah!" answer me.

I lay down on his soft bed. After she finished changing clothes, Grandma immediately went to the exit.

After Grandma left, I got back up from the bed to lock the door from the inside.

After that, I went back to my room and closed my eyes. It didn't take long, I finally fell asleep and drifted into dreamland.

Time goes by so fast, without feeling the day has started late afternoon. I looked at the wall clock on my left.

"Huh, it's five o'clock! Very fast time. A new feeling just lying for a while, where do not pray ashar anymore, hoam." murmured me.

I yawned and squirmed on the bed to stretch my stiff muscles.

After a few minutes of wriggling and rolling on the bed, I immediately got up and walked towards the bathroom.

I grabbed the towel hanging behind the door. After bathing and berhudu, I immediately performed the Ashar prayer.

"Alhamdulillah, still given age and health to fulfill the obligation." murmured me.

My thanks go to the Creator. After I finished praying, I folded my face and prayer. Then hang it next to Grandma's closet.

A few minutes later, the voice of Grandma said her greeting while knocking on the door from outside.

Tok tok...

"Assalamualaikum." hail grandma.

Grandma knocked on the door repeatedly, while continuing to say hello. I hurried to open the door and returned his greetings.

"Wa'laikum salam," I said.

After the door opened, Grandma immediately entered and removed her slippers. He put his sandals in the kitchen.

I've no wonder every time I see grandma carrying her sandals. If not in the kitchen, go to the room. I once asked my grandmother why her sandals were taken to the room or to the kitchen.

Why not just put it outside her slippers. He replied, afraid of missing his words. Hahahaha, there's-there's a granny mah.

"Eh, is there a package?" muttered.

I saw a black plastic bag on the table.

"This must be a bontot grandma from wiridan, I open ah!" my inner.

Without a second thought, I immediately opened the package that Grandma had brought. And it turns out, the contents are my favorite vegetable lontong.

Shortly after, Grandma came out of the room and changed her clothes. He wears a home negligee, and does not forget also with a squat over his head.

Grandma was sitting next to me, she was looking at me who had been smiling indistinctly at her.

"Sir, this is for me, huh?"

I asked expectantly while putting on the face as blank as possible.

"Don't put on that cute pretentious face, grandma so amused look at it!" reply grandma chuckles.

"Yes it's for you, Ndah!" reply grandma.

"Grandmother purposely wrapped it for you. Your habits have never changed. If grandma comes home wiridan, must be waiting for her bontot, right?" added grandma.

Grandma's words were right, I was always waiting for her to come home from the wire and to bring a bontot for me. Filing grandma is very precise.

"Hehehe, grandma knows it." I heard wrong behavior.

"Yes, hurry up and eat the lontong! Let's go quickly to your father's house. It must be at this hour she's at her house." said grandma.

"Okay, Grandma" I replied.

I salute him, deserving of his respect to the red and white flag.

Layers...

"Basic, the boy's bloated!" granny sulk.

One story even landed beautifully on my forehead.

"Adooh! sick, grandma." whine me.

I stroked the reddened eel from the death of the grandmother.

"Quickly at the end of it is the bulging! From earlier joking continue his work." continued grandma.

"Yes, grandma. Relax, it will be out when this moves here." answered me.

I pointed at the bellows and pointed again towards my stomach. Which means, it will indeed enter my stomach it was hollow.

After finishing the meal, I rushed to the room to change clothes, and also dressed up thin natural. If you dress up menor, then guess the mask nyet anyway.

"Are you ready, Ndah?" granny shouted from the living room.

"Udah, grandma." I replied.

I ran a little closer to Grandma who was still sitting in a henchman, on her plastic chair.

"Yes, let's go! Later fear his maghrib on the road pulak." reply grandma.

Grandma wears her favorite sandals, which are always neatly stored on a shelf located in the room. Maybe he was afraid, if his slippers in tuyul gondol.

After closing and locking the door, my grandmother and I walked towards the base of the motorcycle rickshaw. Not far from my grandmother's house.

We also passed a bridge that has been renovated by the government. The bridge is good now.

When I was a kid, don't ask me anymore. The condition of the bridge was badly damaged. Many of his holes and his bridge boards were many that had been removed.

But no matter how damaged the bridge, it is still passed through the surrounding residents.

Because that is the only access road to get to the highway, so yes forced. Want to not, you have to want to.

Arriving at the rickshaw base, I immediately asked the rickshawman who happened to be my father's professional friend.

And also my neighbor near my house. Erroneous, errata. He means a neighbor near my grandmother's house.

"Wak Iwan, my father has gone home or not? Or maybe, my dad's taking passengers?" ask me.

"Home home, Ndah. Just now he balek to his house." replied Wak Iwan.

"Yes no papa, we ask to deliver with each other, Iwan!" replied the grandmother.

Without any more ba-bi-bu, the grandmother immediately gawked into the rickshaw and already sat the henchman inside her.

"Lololoh, how's grandma been playing sitting down anyway, Grandma? We'll ask Wak Iwan, how much does it cost to dad's house?" my protest.

I babbled to grandma while scyting, folding both hands over the belly.

"You don't want to go up here!" take grandma

Grandma patted the left side of her empty seat.

"Wan, please take us to his father's house Beautiful, yes! Let him pay the price later." ask grandma.

"OK ready, aunt." replied Wak Iwan.

I muttered softly, but it was still heard by grandma, and Wak Iwan.

"Malang nian your fate, oh my father. Have a mother like my grandmother." I said her decent like a person who was reading poetry.

Hearing my words, Grandma turned to me.

"Hussh, noisy!" said grandma nudging while my arm.

"Ups," I instantly reflexively closed my mouth with both of my hands.

"Come on, we're leaving now!" pinta.

I said to Wak Iwan, the rickshaw driver we were riding.

"Okay, Ndah." replied Wak Iwan.

Wak Iwan turns on his rickshaw motor, and starts running his three-wheeled vehicle towards his father's home address.

About ten minutes, we arrived in front of my father's house in the complex.

I saw my rickshaw parked neatly, next to the wall to the left of the house.

My grandmother and I immediately descended from Wak Iwan's rickshaw in turn. After that, grandma directly walked towards the door and knocked her several times.

Tok tok...

"Assalamualaik."

Grandma said her greetings, while continuing to knock on the door of the father's house.

I who was still standing next to the rickshaw Wak Iwan could only stay still on the spot, while paying attention to the behavior of the grandmother.

"So, wait for my dad to back up, yeah!" pinta.

"It's not papa, Ndah. Just relax!" wak Iwan Reply.

Wak Iwan replied, smiling at me. I returned her smile, and again noticed that my grandmother was still at my doorstep.

"Wa'laikum salam" replied the father.

Dad opened the door and saw Grandma standing in front of him.

Dad immediately greeted Grandma, kissing the back of his hand with reverence.

"Abdul, pay our fare! Si Iwan who sent it earlier." said grandma.

After hearing Grandma's words, dad immediately turned to the direction where I was standing right beside Wak Iwan's rickshaw.

"Well, there's a beautiful one too, mama?" ask dad.

Dad asked grandma while looking at me. I immediately walked over to my father and kissed the back of his hand. Just like you did with Grandma.

"Well, go inside, Mom, Ndah! I want to pay the fee first." said father.

Dad immediately walked over to Wak Iwan who was still sitting on his rickshaw.

"Thank you, Wan. It was beautiful and my mother came here." said dad.

Father thanked his friend, while giving ten thousand denominations of money as much as two sheets.

"Yes, Dul's the same. Okay then, I say yes, Dul. Wanna go back to base again!" wak Iwan Reply.

Wak Iwan started his rickshaw engine, and drove his vehicle to the highway.

"Okay watch out, Wan!" reply dad.

After Wak Iwan's departure, the father walked into the house. Dad sat down and joined the three of us, (my grandmother and stepmother) who had been a henchman sitting in the living room, while waiting for the arrival of father.

"Where's your husband, Ndah?" ask dad.

Dad asked me while sitting himself next to his wife. My grandmother and I looked at each other, hearing the questions my father asked me.

I'm confused as to what to say. My guts immediately shrieked, when faced with my father. The atmosphere instantly turned into horror for me at this moment.

Grandma who had understood with the intention of the gaze of my eyes, immediately opened her voice.

"They're both separated, Dul." explained grandma.

Finally, my grandmother answered my question. As for me, I just keep quiet while bowing to hold back tears, which have been welling up in my eyes.

Dad's forehead immediately shriveled confused, then dad's dad on me.

"You have a fight, Ndah? What's the problem?" ask dad again.

Dad kept staring at me who still remained silent. I was so scared of being angry with my dad.

"From the wrong talk, just silence." My mind.

"You can't just run away from your husband's house, Ndah!" said father.

"His name is also household. There must be a bickering, there must be a fight, not smooth-smooth like that." added father.

Dad gave me a woo.

I looked up, and looked at my father who was sitting in front of me. There was only a wooden table as a barrier between us.

"Mas Edi mukulin me, well." I replied softly.

Finally, I ventured to tell my father. I said so with tears, which I had been holding as hard as I could to keep from falling.

But at the end of the day, the tears fell down my cheeks as well.

His father and wife were immediately stunned for a moment, hearing the words that came out of my lips. They both fell silent without answering my words just now.

I fell back down and cried. I could no longer afford to pretend to be strong, in front of all of them.

I was sick, I was hurt, I was fragile and helpless. Grandma also shed her tears beside me.

And all of a sudden, grandma was embracing my thin body from the side, still in her sitting position. She also cried until I had a hiccup on my shoulder.

The atmosphere became silent for a moment, my stepmother immediately moved from her seat and excused her to the back. He made tea and snacks for us all.

I'm a father, still with his silent mode with a blank look staring at the door of his house.

After a few minutes, my stepmother came back and sat in her place. He brought a few glasses of warm sweet tea, and fried bananas as his snack.

"In his tea mak, Ndah, sir!" my stepmother said as she placed the tea glasses in front of us.

"Yes, thank you, buk." I replied.

"So what do you want now, Ndah?" ask dad.

Dad came back to his voice after the atmosphere returned to normal.

"I want a divorce, Dad!" answer me.

"Do you think it's a good decision? Don't be a regret in the back of the day." continued Dad.

"Udah, yeah. My decision is complete!" answer me firmly.

"OK lah if that, if indeed your decision is already unanimous, let father take care of your divorce."

Father said, while taking a glass containing warm sweet tea and sipping it several times.

"Alhamdulillah thank you, well." I reply.

I thanked my father while saying thank you, because my father wanted to help me to take care of my divorce with Edi.

Long story short, I finally now officially have a new status, namely miss generals.

Now, I'm officially a flower widow. Why do you say widow flowers? Because I am a childless widow.

Yes, I have not been entrusted by the almighty to have offspring. But yeah it's okay, maybe not enough sustenance I thought.

During my miss generals, I stayed with my grandmother again. As before, when not married to Edi. Time is still virgin tingting of course her.

After two months of being a widow, I finally decided to go to Batam city. I want to change my destiny and seek a new life experience in a city of people.

And for sure, want to find as much money as possible for savings in my old days later.

Since there was no money for the cost to go wandering, I had to be desperate to borrow hot money (cooperative), to one of the loan sharks around the grandmother's house.

Yes, even though the money must flowered beautifully, like the one in Medan city park. With a forced and heavy heart, I still have to borrow it.

Because that is the only way, to be able to get money quickly. So that I can fly to the city of Batam.

With a determination that has been unanimous, I say goodbye to his father and wife. And also their two children are my sisters, different mothers but one father.

And the most important thing is to say goodbye to grandma, the person who has been taking care of me. He is the only person who has been so good in my life.

Grandma gave me a long, wide assortment of times high and many more terms.

"Healthy yeah, grandma. I will definitely be back." I said.

I kissed her two cheeks and hugged her old body tightly. After finishing saying goodbye to grandma, I finally left for Kualanamu Airport Medan.

I set off by plane, with a cousin who also aims to Batam city.

And finally, here I am now. In the city of Batam which is famous for its tourism city, and famous for its sparkling world.

"Alhamdulillah, congratulations to the destination" I said.

I give thanks in my heart, after stepping foot in this Batam city. For having arrived at my destination city, safely and without any shortcomings.

* Welcome to Batam. Tea city screwdriver*