I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

MY TOGETHERNESS AND ORANGE

Orange for almost the whole day with me. Hhh.... I was overwhelmed to also take care of and take care of the Orange. The orange ran here and there. Joking with his joy. I can imagine how tired Ranti has been in taking care of Orange alone. Only now I know more and more, the meaning of a mother in the life of a child even from the womb to adulthood and even married sometimes still troublesome mother.

I was kind of calm to be able to come to rest when Jingga fell asleep after a day of playing and joking with me, Mul, Jabrik, Hana and Lina. I smiled at my little daughter.

I know Ranti seems to be a bit excited about the orange from this afternoon until this afternoon. I went out and stood on the floor looking at the door of Ranti's house, hoping that Ranti was being patrolled as well so that I could tell her that Jingga was sleeping. So he doesn't have to worry about the orange not taking a nap.

We are wrong at the moment. But I know, we're a little jockeying for orange's attention. I also do not want to provoke the jealousy of Ranti because currently Orange is enjoying her togetherness with me. I only have time on holidays. Because it is certain that my work day will be full until night because the distance is quite far from my work place to my residence.

Jingga woke up from her sleep at 5 pm. I persuaded him to go home because I wanted to break his fast in the mosque. Besides being more solemn', it is also better because there are some residents who are also open with me.

Alhamdulillah Orange according. I immediately locked the door and headed out to the mosque. If not fast-moving, worried that my little daughter came back to see me made her mama become senewen.

Maghrib is about a quarter of an hour away. I sat waiting while listening to the boys praying at the mosque. I remember the atmosphere in the village of Cilempung with Mbah Kardi and mbok Sartijah. The atmosphere is simple but always full of people praying there.

I bought 20 rice boxes at the nearest Padang stall to share the iftar menu. There were about 4 adult men my age as well as 5 parents and 3 responsible boys who were open with me. Makes the atmosphere warm.

Thank God the time for breaking the fast has come. Today is my best day because I can finish my satisfaction up to magrib and also play half daily with my son. Alhamdulillah!

I didn't go home soon. I was still in the mosque until Isya and taraweh prayers. Because I think the mosque is the best place for me. I can focus on worship and also not make Orange so go back and forth just to play with me. I should also be able to work with Ranti to educate and discipline Orange.

At nine I just got home. It turned out to be true, Orange was crying in Ranti's arms. He wants to sleep in my house tonight, she said. Ranti could do nothing but obey the will of Orange. I was wrong with this situation too.

Tonight Jingga actually stayed at my place. He was so happy. Asking me to read a storybook before going to bed is like his habit with Ranti. After almost half an hour of storytelling, Jingga finally fell asleep as well. Alhamdulillah!

There was a sound of my door being knocked. I was surprised to find Ranti standing at my door. Ranti held the plastic bushel and gave it to me.

"To sahur later, mas!" he said slowly but clearly. I'm kind of clumsy to accept the challenge.

"thank you. But don't bother, Ranti! I bought a side dish in the field. Just get heated! Oh yeah, orange just went to sleep. I'm sorry, because I'm an orange so kind of against you. I'll try to make a deal later with Orange. He's only allowed to stay overnight because he's off school tomorrow." I said trying to explain.

"Ga what mas! I understand, Jingga is very happy to be close to her papa!" Randy understood the situation. But I feel bad.

"If Sofyan Ali doesn't like this situation, please give him some sense, will you? By God I don't want any misunderstanding between us.""

Ranti just smiled and went home. It's not good to see people passing by. The fear became gossip because it was past 9 p.m.

I miss Ranti's cooking. How many years have I not eaten his food. Makes me tempted to open the plastic bushel immediately. Soto chicken and tempe bacem. I immediately took out a plate and scooped the rice from my mini magiccom. I immediately ate with gourmand. Like a dream it feels today because eating soto and tempe bacem made by my ex-wife. I ate with a lot of memories in my memory.

My sahur day is alone. Warm up the fried chicken I bought at the Padang restaurant. And a pack of instant terasi sambal. A sense of desolation came back. Yesterday I was still with Jabrik Mul. Now it's alone.

I saw an orange that was still asleep. I was home this morning. Dare not leave the orange to pray bersama'ah in the mosque. Worrying that he woke up and was crying hysterically because there was no one beside him.

I'm used to not sleeping after dawn. Clean and clean has become my routine now. Sweep, then mop the floor, wash the dishes. After that, wash your clothes. I do everything myself. Except for washing clothes, while still in Mount Sahari I often helped Hana because it was not enough time. Because I had to trade the splints on the Red Bridge back then.

"Papaaa.. koq ga bangunin Jingga sahur?" the orange protest surprised me and smiled widely. Orange is awake from sleep.

"Sorry, baby! Papa is deliberately not waking up Orange!"

"Tuning khan fast too!" my son is angry at the funny thing.

"Sorry papa?"

"Father of sin be with God! Orang to fast but ga builtin sahur!"

"I'm sorry, Father Orange, O God! Sorry, sorry God!"

"May you eat??"

"Until you want fried noodles, pah!"

"Okay, papa makein special for Orange!"

I boil the water immediately. I did deliberately set a lot of ready-to-eat foods including instant noodles either boiled or fried. Just for supplies when hungry attacked me in the middle of the night.

Orange ate my homemade noodles voraciously.

"Orang! Let's make a deal. Okay?"

"covenant? What pah?"

"Until you can only stay with papa on Sunday nights only. Okay well? Full Sunday for Orange. We play as much as possible up to Orange. But if it's a normal day, orange should be at my mom's."

"Khan papa's house is here!?"

"Yes. But papa's ordinary day at work. Orang-ga is also khan school?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Orango darling! Papa's most cute and most beautiful child! Oranges should be shaken, said mama. Don't cry if you want something that event Orange wants to see papa. Okay well? Orange dear papa ga? Dear mom too?"

"Groo dear mama, dear papa too!"

"Smart kid! Don't make your mom sad, honey?"

"Yes pah. Orange never saw mama cry when Jingga cry because papa went away at that time!" my son's story with innocence.

I thought about the word orange. This is the price we pay for divorce. Hhh... The price is very expensive even though it tastes bitter heartache. The most victimized is a child who is still innocent, holy yet sinful. But having to bear all the burden of our selfishness, the parents who prefer the path of divorce. Hhhh.... I took a deep breath.

Oranges shower themselves after breakfast. My son is also moving. All the toiletries he's got in big plastic. Also some clothes stels. I remember Ranti who gave it to me last night when Jingga cried waiting for me to come home tarawehan. Hehe...

I took Jingga around the housing complex around the station. We also stopped by the spilled market there. Orange was eager to buy fish when we passed by an ornamental fish shop. I bought some fish and an aquarium. Just wanted to please my son. That was my intention.

We went home before ten in the morning.

I gasped to see Sofyan Ali sitting in Ranti's house. I was nervous but trying to control myself.

"Abi....!!!" as usual Orange is so sweet his attitude to Sofyan. He ran towards the man. I am grateful, my son also got sincere affection from that person.

I approached him. Raised hands to shake him.

"Mas Dika?"

"Sorry, mom! Now I live here. But only a year! By Allah, I do not want to disturb your relationship. Especially ruining your household! I just want to have a little time for Orange. Forgive my bad behavior the other day, Sofyan?.. Excuse me first!"

I entered my house by tapping into the aquarium with an awkward feeling. I just swallowed my mouth, breathing a sigh of relief. I hope Sofyan Ali doesn't think about me being his neighbor. Hhh...

Oh God! Really, this feeling is not bad. Hhh... I don't want to make Ranti sad anymore. Especially crying because of my bad behavior!

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