I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

MY PATH OF CHOICE

I have determined the path. With a gameless step, just lean on the goodness of God. I started to step. I left Ranti and Jingga after the birthday party was over.

I had a discussion with Ranti for a while. Gave him half our deposit when we were together. Asking Ranti to take care of my pride bike first. I once again apologized to him before saying goodbye.

I promise to come again with our divorce papers. I can only pray happiness for Ranti. The matter of my responsibility to Orange, I promised to work on it every month to meet him and give him the dependents even though I did not dare to promise his nominal.

Ranti just looked at me with a short smile. He accepted all my words and did not dispute them.

All of our family just looked at my departure with a look of disappointment. I-i understand. I-i understand. But this is my path. My choice of path.

I returned to Jabrik's contrast.

After a few days I got a bigger rented house. I deliberately invited Jabrik to stay with me so that I could feel the presence of a friend.

One bedroom, living room and kitchen and bathroom. Well worth it to be able to occupy. Sometimes Mul also stay overnight contracted me when there is a dispute with his grandmother. I can only give him advice and advice as a much older person that parents, however, we should respect. Because they are angry there must be a reason for the disaster. Although sometimes anger is difficult for us to accept, but parents are more aware of all the salt acids of life.

I managed to seduce boss Akung to give me a little place in front of his printing shop to open a chicken and ice thaican business. It's a kunego with him when at any time the boss is busy, I help him without pay in return. We both benefit from something.

From that moment on, I opened a business selling my own homemade chicken stamps in front of the printing press on the Red Bridge.

I worked with Mul's sister, Hanah, who was in charge of shopping for all the splinter materials and in the afternoon I donated it and put it on sale the next day in front of the printing press.

The name starts a business, not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. I had to put in extra work, promote and sell my handmade stye to a lot of people.

Thank God, with determination and hard work I want to rise and advance, slowly my efforts bear sweet fruit. My trading continues and continues to increase. Even now in my rented house, Hana also opened a business as a chicken sempole branch of my products.

A month later, our divorce papers came out. I sent a message to Ranti that I would visit her.

I degdegan saw Ranti who was so sweet with her floral makeup and scarf veil standing waiting for me in her house that afternoon.

He let me in after being satisfied talking and joking with Orange who was playing doll in the house.

"Replace! This is our divorce papers. You just sign it. Sorry if I let you down. Both then and now, I failed to be a good husband. I'm sorry, Ranti!"

Ranti took the document with a sad face. Her lips revealed a smile of sadness. I know it's hard for him. Me either. Together with him for almost 7 years with the household who previously tied the rope of love 2 years. It is not a moment to forget all our sweet memories. Nor was it a little time, to treat each of our wounds.

"I'm pinning an orange on you. I believe you can take care of her and take care of her without having to order because you are the perfect mother and wife. I am a handicapped husband. You deserve a better partner than me. I'm sorry, Ranti!"

"Mas don't say that. I'm not that perfect either. I am grateful that you are the one who shaped my personality all along. I can be a strong woman because of you!"

"Well, because I'm a strict and cruel husband. Which always educates you authoritarian in every way. Hehehe...!"

"What's your next plan?"

"I? Yeah, like now, Ranti. Mature man with unclear job and gloomy future. I just want to know how God is. How's yours?"

"I'm still an online boutique venture for the cost of my next life. Enough for us to eat everyday."

"Oiya... It's 5 million in my charge on the orange. God willing I will give every month. But do not dare to promise, the nominal can be smaller or larger. I'm sorry if I'm not a responsible father!"

"Thank you for thinking of Orange! This is more than enough for now. The new orange will cost TK school next year, mas!"

"Yes. Motorcycle would sell too. I changed a small motorbike and the rest can make additional capital. Please pray, Ranti! Hopefully in the future my efforts are better and can be greater to provide life allowance Orange later."

"I don't know about Vika right now. Last time he met me in my breath and asked for a 2-year contract work permit in Singapore. I lost contact with him to this day."

"Some time ago my account asked for a friendship. And it turned out to be Vika. Sorry I didn't confirm it. Her account name is Cantika Aurelia. Maybe I could start another lost relationship." I swallowed spit. Smiling bitterly at Ranti's freshness.

"Thank you Ranti! It's late, I say yes? Thanks for all. God willing next month I will come again. My Harley bike I brought you?"

"Yes, mom! Careful huh? Don't speed, stay up. Bismillah God launched an effort, mas!"

"Aamijin! Allah must also facilitate the business of your online boutique Ranti. Aamiin, God! Can I hug you one last time, Ranti?"

"Sorry, I refused! We are no longer husband and wife. It's not his faith to do that. Sorry!"

I am proud of Ranti. My ex-wife. How strong is his faith. How strong his heart is. Resolutely rejecting my unusual request.

My tears ran all the way home. Now officially my status as a lonely widower. Where should I look for genuine and holy affection. There's nowhere for me to lean and moan. No more voices and angry women trying to attract my attention.

At the age of my 42nd year of death. Where some of my friends are happy with their partners and their children. I am just a sad and lonely man.

It will be until when my life is swayed like this in gripping chastity. Only God knows the answer. And I return all my sorrow to every prostration day and night. I could only cry for His forgiveness.

Amidst the sadness that goes on me, I am grateful that there are still good people around me.

Japri, Mul and also his family alternately accompany the days of struggling together to build a chicken cemeteries and also thaican tea.

Thank God I also tried to sell well and smoothly jaya blessings help them all. In fact, I also expanded my business by accepting raw splinter orders for those who want to start a business selling even though they do not have capital. I'm willing to give them a trade at first and then pay later.

Although sometimes there are obstacles because not everyone is honest and sincere effort on me. Sometimes I have to accept losses. But that's the risk of trading. I accepted it with sincerity. Allah is All-Good by launching my efforts on the other side.

I then remembered Ranti's words about Vika's new account. With a new name. Cantika Aurelia's.

With the bismillah spoken so that I could open a conversation with Vika again, I started looking for the account.

It's not easy because many names like that. What a pretty name. Cantika Aurelia's.

I was gobsmacked at one account that I couldn't blink looking at. An account with a profile of a beautiful face that is no stranger to me. The face of Vika Amelia.

I open it and look at the sign. The photos of the post look so elegant and luxurious. Also dress and dress. It doesn't seem cheap. Although there are no pictures or special words. But I can judge that his life is more than good. Vika also looks happy because almost her photos always show her bright smile. I am so grateful to God for giving her such a good life.

I made friends with him. Hopefully he will respond to me immediately and we can again start communication as before.

A day, two days. I remember Ranti also accepted my friendship after 5 days passed. I think it must be because of the busyness of Vika, it will open access for a long time. It's okay, I'll be patient waiting.

I'm back to my busyness. Making chicken sempol batter that is increasingly in demand in the market. Alhamdullah.... My efforts yielded results. It turns out that it is not in vain with sweat droplets and tears. With all his strength and with the breath of prayers. Everything finally went as I expected.

I am also grateful to be able to slowly lift up the lives of the good people around me. I can open up a few jobs for those in need. I am principled, helping others sincerely without selflessness, there will certainly be a reply even as small as zarrah. At least I have inner calm. I'm getting older and accepting the trials of life. No longer rash and easily complacent. Stay on His path and try better without blaming others let alone judging.

I believe that everyone has been given their own path and destiny. It is not to be confused because Allah is the Truth.

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