I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

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Today I have planned to make a pilgrimage to the mother's tomb in Karet Bivak Tengsin, Tanah Abang. I want to tell my mother that my relationship with my father has improved. We can talk, joke like we used to. I know, even though she's not with us in this world, she's always in our hearts. So did my mother, who could still see us in her barzakh. Wallahu a'lam bisshowaf!

I am so happy with all that God has given me in my life. I am happy to be born as Dika Dewantara. I am so thankful, God! Although sometimes trials come to hit me almost destroyed, scattered into pieces. But slowly the splinters come back together and connect even though they are not perfect.

After from my mother's grave, I directly train station Tanah Abang to Bojong Gede. Mr. Ranti, my in-laws are buried there. Not far from Ranti's house. I can all look at the orange. Almost 6 months did not meet. Surely my little girl is getting older and certainly getting smarter.

I grumbled father first. Reading the prayer of the grave pilgrimage and the letter of Al-Fatihah. I can only do that. We are no longer in the same world. Only the prayers of the sholeh child can make him calm in the barzakh realm. Aamiin yes robbal'alamiin!

It was late in the afternoon when I set foot towards Ranti's house. Somehow how he is and how he is now. Whether she is married to Sofyan Ali, or is busy preparing for him. For sure I will pray for his happiness sincerely now. I am ready to step out of his life. And I'll only see my son once in a while. That's my promise in my heart. Because I don't want any more misunderstandings with her and her husband.

The atmosphere of his house looks lonely. The window was neatly covered with curtains so I couldn't even peek at it.

I said my greetings several times, but there was no answer. Has Ranti moved out of here? But it doesn't seem to be. Because the terrace of the house is neat as usual. Also the location of the ornamental plants, look beautiful and beautiful because Ranti always arranged them painstakingly and lovingly.

Kukukuk again the door of his house is a bit loud so that it sounds if Ranti is inside. Hhh... There's no answer. I stayed almost half an hour in front of Ranti's door. Maybe I won't budge if I don't hear a noise from the house next door.

I turned my head, walking a little closer to the house that was right next to Ranti's house.

"Mother Hafsah?" ask me to a mother who is in a storm disagreeing with two men of stout stature. The man snapped loudly to send Ms. Hafsah out of her house. Spontaneous I walked quickly trying to dispel. A 50-year-old mother is cursed with harsh words by two men aged 35-40 years is not polite.

"Sorry, what's going on?" tanyaku immediately mediate and try to protect the mother Hafsah neighbor Ranti.

"Sorry, man! My business is with this mother, not with you! Mom, we give you one week to clear up all your problems with our boss. Remember yes, if in one week the mother's business has not been resolved, don't blame us for being rude."

The two men left us. I just silently stared at the words of those who were really disrespectful.

"Mother Hafsah is having trouble with them?" I asked Hafsah to flinch and look at me.

"Is his father orange?" I nodded with a smile. We had a good conversation when Ranti passed away. She was the one who often helped Ranti take care of snacks and snacks for guests who followed the tahlilan at that time.

"I'm here to see Orange, ma'am! Ranti's house is empty. Looks like it's gone, huh?!" I said to explain the meaning of my arrival to Ms. Hafsah.

"Oh yes, last afternoon Ranti Sama Jingga went to Depok. Her son Gina's birthday. If it's not wrong, they stay there and just come home tomorrow." Story of Hafsah.

"O that way, mom! Thank you so much mom, so tell me! Then I say goodbye! Assalamualaikum!"

"Glambeach!"

My eyes glanced at the large writing in front of the walls of the house of Hafsah "THIS HOUSE IS FOR SALE, HUB. NO.******"

I stopped looking back at Ms. Hafsah who was still standing at the door of her house.

"House of Hafsah's to be sold?" I go back to Hafsah.

"Yes, mom! We're moving to Subang."

"How much do you want to get out?" ask again. It seems like he just realized that my question was serious. He took me to sit on the porch of his house. I followed and opened my sneakers and sat on the bamboo chair on the porch of his house.

"Actually the mother's child is having financial problems, mas! This is why I want to sell this house to cover my debts. Rather than having to be forcibly taken by that loan shark. The initiative mother sold it first so as not to lose too much."

"If the house is for sale, where will you live?"

"Mom has a parent's inheritance in Subang. We have plans to move there."

"How much did mom get out of this house?"

"It's 150, mas! But if it's not okay.120. It sold out fast, man! This is the house of the late mother's husband. Lots of sweet memories here. Although the house is old and simple, but this house is our precious asset."

"The letters are complete?"

"Yes, mas. It's a certificate."

"Why don't you make a loan guarantee to a government bank? Safer koq than loan shark." I said.

"That's, mom! Mistakes of mother's child. It was thought that if you take care of a loan to an old bank liquid. So he chose a fast way to quickly receive money. Hhh... Rice is already porridge, mas!"

I was silent thinking about Ms. Hafsah's problem. I had the idea of buying this house, but my money was all in the assets of the company Rosa now manages. But I'm also afraid that if I buy this house it will affect my relationship with Ranti. It's likely getting worse. Ranti will hate me even more.

But I don't think it's wrong to buy a house. I don't have it yet. Rather than Rosa's advice to buy a vehicle, it's better the house I live in. There's no way I'm going to keep contracting with Jabrik, either. Over time Jabrik will have a life of his own. I need to be ready to live independently.

"Awhile, ma'am! Who knows, my friend is interested in this house. I'm asking for mom's number, okay? I call tomorrow when there is news from my friend." I said make the eyes of Ms. Hafsah sparkle.

"For the mas, the papa is Orange, the mother is 120. Thank you so much earlier!" he said while shaking my hand warmly.

"May there be a soul mate, ma'am! Excuse me first. I'll call my friend first!"

I'm saying goodbye once again. Leaving behind Ms. Hafsah who seemed happy with my words.

I have to see Anang and Rosa. Asking for his opinion and input about the house of Ms. Hafsah. I'd love to buy it. I want to be close to my son. I want Orange to know me better as his father. By Allah, it is not the intention of bothering Ranti anymore! I will not ruin his life again. Even though Ranti is married, I will not break my blood relationship with Jingga. I also do not want to ruin the relationship between Ranti and her husband later if Ranti is married. I've already let it go. I buried deeply in my desire to refer to him. Let Ranti choose her own happiness. I will be happy to see his happiness which is certainly also for the happiness of my son.

I called Rosa. Asking if I would interrupt her night break with Mas Anang if I go to her house. The 120 million money problem is not a trivial chat that can be delivered via e-mail. I must have adab. Moreover, her husband Anang Rosa was so kind and understanding to me, even though I disturbed them more often. Ask her and Rosa for help. If I chat directly with them it feels more afdol.

Rosa told me to go to her residence in Petojo Utara Gambir area of Central Jakarta.

I then rushed back to the bojong gede train station to get off at Gambir station. The Maghrib had come when I set foot down from the train at Gambir station. I stopped by Istiqlal to perform maghrib prayers before taking an online ojek to Rosa's house. Begging God that Rosa could fulfill her request to borrow 120 million to buy Hafsah's house. Aami....

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