Half of the Heart belongs to Sahla

Marisa 8's

"I just want to tell you who Bima really is."

"Who are you ? Is there a relationship are you the same Bima ?" Sahla asked in wonder, which she initially looked friendly, but now turned a little tart.

"We're old friends. And I know Bima's not the right person for you."

Sahla was astonished. "You mean ?"

"Didn't you leave the house after seeing the video ?"

Sahla wondered in her heart. "Videos ? Why does he know ?"

"Don't get confused like that. Of course I know, 'cause I sent that video."

Sahla is flabbergasted, between believing and not. 

"Why ? You don't believe it ?"

Sahla is still silent. Nor does he know what to respond to it.

"Do I have to tell you first the content of the video, so you can believe it ?"

Sahla quickly shook her head. He didn't want his mother to hear the real story, because it was a disgrace.

"How do you have that video ?" Ask Sahla wonder.

"Last night, we met at Marisa's house." 

"Marisa ? Who is she ?"

"The woman was named Marisa, she was our friend at school. Ye know? Marisa is the prima donna of the school, and many adore her. Including Bima."

"Just get to the point." Sahla said a little.

"Hm. So when I visited Marisa's house, Bima came. I don't know what he has a problem with. His face looks tense. And the atmosphere at home was suddenly not good. So I decided to just go home. But in the middle of the road, there was my stuff left at Marisa's house, I turned towards her house. And you can definitely guess what I saw at Marisa's house. Yep! They're doing it." Her papar.

Sahla closed her eyes hearing the story of the man. His mind did not fully accept the story he had just heard, but his heart ached as his memories recollected the video.

"Why didn't you stop them ?" 

"I don't want to get a raw bogem from Bima." 

"Then, what are you recording and sending it to me for ? We don't know each other."

The man was silent, he looked confused to answer. "We don't know each other, but I care about you."

"Why?" 

"wait around. I think you remember this guy." Suddenly, Miss Marni whispered to Sahla, but she silently watched her closely.

"Mom knows her ?" Sahla asked in a whisper as well.

"No, I remember she came here to ask you." Whisper again.

Sahla surprised. "really?" Miss Marni nodded for sure.

"Why whispers ?" Ask the guy.

"There's nothing. So why do you care about me ?" Ask Sahla back.

"It would be a pity if a woman like you gets a bad man like Bima."

"What do you mean call Bima a bad man ?" Suddenly, the voice of Mrs Ratih was heard from the front door. Then he rushed inside.

"Maybe you can ask Sahla directly or your own child. What he has done to make Sahla leave the house and cry continuously." The man got up from his seat.

"I'm just another person who cares about Sahla. Then I say goodbye. Assalamualaikum." Then the man came out of the house, leaving a big question mark for the three women, especially for Mrs Ratih.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Answer the three of them slowly.

After making sure the man had actually left, Madam Ratih approached Sahla.

"Neng, please tell Mom, what did you do ?" Mrs Ratih really hoped Sahla would talk. 

Sahla. It is in a state of concern, between being frank or covering it up tightly.

"Miss. It's about Mom's son. If he's wrong, I won't stay silent. Don't you be a snitch yourself." Once again Madam Ratih pleaded with Sahla.

"Yes Neng, you better talk to us. We'll find a solution together." Said Miss Marni, supporting the wishes of Mrs Ratih. Because he also wondered what was going on.

Sahla. He doesn't really know what to do either. His mind was still overwhelmed with anger and disappointment, so he could not think clearly.

"Well, I won't force you to tell a story. It may take you longer to be ready to tell a story." Said Mrs Ratih.

Sahla looked at Mrs Ratih, then clasped her hand. "Mom, this is my husband's disgrace." Sahla.

"Your husband is my son. My mother, my disgrace too." Before anyone else blasphemes him, I will blaspheme him first."

Sahla. He didn't expect Madam Ratih to talk like that. Now, he was more sure to tell me what happened.

"alright. Let's talk in the room, ma'am. It's not good to hear others." Sahla. Then they got up and went into Sahla's room. Don't forget Miss Marni closed the front door first.

Sahla clasped Ratih's hands as they sat on Sahla's bedside. While Ms. Marni sat on the bench of the dressing table facing towards Sahla and Ms. Ratih.

Sahla sighed, preparing to start telling stories. "Mom, last night, Brother Bima came out to the woman's house. To ask the truth. But it turns out he didn't come home. And, at midnight, someone sent me a video, which was in it.." Sahla fell silent. It is not strong not to cry. 

"What video, Neng ?" Ask Ms. Marni curiously.

Sahla brings her face to the ear of Mrs Ratih. "Brother is in contact b**** with the woman." Sahla Briefs. Madam Ratih did not budge at all so surprised. He hoped his ears would hear wrong.

Miss Marni, who did not hear Sahla's whisper, approached immediately. Sahla whispered it again to her mother. No different from Ms. Ratih, Ms. Marni was very surprised. Now they are silent to each other with their thoughts. 

Without realizing it, tears just fell on the cheeks of Mrs Ratih. Suddenly, Mrs Ratih lowered her head on Sahla's lap while holding both of her hands.

"Neng, I'm sorry. I failed to educate Bima." Say it while crying.

Sahla was shocked by what Mrs Ratih was doing. Same with Miss Marni.

"Ratih, already. It's not your fault that Bima did it that way." Miss Marni tried to calm her best friend.

"Who's wrong, Mar ?"

Miss marni is silent.

"If I knew Bima was that bad. I won't introduce you, Neng." Madam Ratih is crying harder.

"Mom, already. No one blamed my mother. Maybe Bima's sister is just being khilaf." This time it was Sahla who began to calm her mother-in-law, even though she herself still felt pain.

Madam Ratih shook her head. "No, Neng. It's Mom's fault." Said Mrs Ratih.

"No, Ma. It's my destiny to have to undergo such a test."

"Mommy feels guilty for you, Neng. Because of Mom, you have to experience something this heavy. Help u! Forgive your mother for not educating your husband."