I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

I didn't go home to Dad. But take Vika to the front of the highway.

"Go home! We have no relationship anymore. I don't want any more business with you!" said flat.

"Mas! Do you have to behave like this? Can't we just talk more calmly first? I'm here, mom! Near you!"

Hhh.... I took a deep breath. My headache lingers talking to you, Vika!

"You and I are different. I don't have anything left and nobody else, Vika! I have no home, no job, no money! I'm just a street-side chicken-stamp trader. And you, look at yourself. Look at your high heel! Your bags, your clothes, the accessories you wear, all in total over 10 million! Do you want to live with this poor man? Do you want to take chicken crab every day with me? You want?" I try to break it.

Vika silently looked down. Sometimes his eyes look at me.

"You don't work in the Graha building anymore, do you?"

"You khan know, I was dishonorably fired for behaving to smear the good name of the company. I'm like this now! It's a slobbery! You want to guarantee my life, Vika? Let's continue if you want!" I said a little bit to bully him. At least now I know his true nature. I saw the mask behind her beautiful face.

Vika was pensive with a downcast face.

Suddenly I was surprised to see Ranti who entered the alley and now stand in front of me and Vika.

Why do I have to stay between you and her, Ranti? Why are the three of us like meeting God in His ways that I cannot think of with ordinary reason? Again, I'm between you and him, Ranti!

Highlight Ranti's sharp eyes hit the heart. Makes my chest throb. He walked away after a second of realizing our position. Hhh....

"You and Ranti are divorced, are you?" ask Vika after Ranti passed.

"Ranti is married again. He is happy now! Don't you nuisance and destroy again! I'm warning you, Vika!"

I just stepped in to leave Vika in front of the road. But again Vika pulled my sleeve made me look back at her in annoyance.

"I'm actually married again, too!" the story makes me cheer. Finally, the woman removed her mask. Haha!

"Alhamdulillaah! May Allah forgive you and give you peace in your new home." I saved him with prayer.

"But I still miss you a lot, mom!"

I laugh. I can laugh in my heart too. By Allah! This woman! Is this the beautiful woman who once made me fall apart? Even to this day my life is still a mess.

You dog, you Dika! You'd rather eat your own shit than the healthy food your employer gave you. Hhh...!! I can only curse myself.

"This is my card, my mom! Call me if you've fought more and want to be with me!" he said with no idea of his shame.

Abaghfirullahal... Oh God! Forgive all my sins, O Allah! I have no right to judge him. Especially insulting and insulting him. I'm more or less as bad as him. Just because I'm trying to get closer to God. Only He has the right to judge and punish. He is Allah Who Gives Punishment and Hiday to whomever He Wants. I am arrogant when I currently scold him even if in obscenities because of his nature and disposition.

Oh God! I just took a deep breath. Trying to pray to You that your guidance be lowered on him, on Vika.

I left without caring about Vika anymore. Our path is different. Even though we branded people equally trash. But I want to get away from his dirty dump. Garbage can be recycled, right? With the washing several times, can I be more useful even for myself? Hhh.. Let God rule my life!

I entered the house of my father, which was a lot of guests who came to visit. I saw Ranti and Hera who were crying hugging. Again my tears fell remembering my father. Hhh....

I just sat in the corner half curled up on my favorite chair. Let Wawan handle all business. I have no energy to do anything.

I don't care about anyone else. I don't care about myself either. But I care about dad! Astarghfirullaah....! I got up from my seat. Sipping my tears. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Then I went ablution. I forgot, only the prayers of the righteous son could ease the sins of my parents. I went to Dad's room. Take the holy book of the Qur'an and open the letter of Yaasin.

Bismilla.. Father, mother. It is you who have made me human on this earth. Only you can draw me back to the straight path because you are now closer to the Kholiq, of course more able to take His heart to give me a good life. Aami...

I came out of my father's room after Ashar's Adhan. The atmosphere of the house already looks calmer because it is not as crowded this morning until noon. Guests are starting to say goodbye. And I think Ranti's back at her house. I have enough respect for him when this morning he just held his kabul ijab. But he came to pay his last respects to father. Thank you, Ranti! I can only say it in my heart even when the person is gone.

I went to the mosque. Melt with residents who also perform Ashar prayers there.

It's a Saturday. So I still have time to comfort myself to heal my heart wounds by taking care of Intan's 8-month-old son. I remember the Orange. My son was so sweet when he was as big as Bilqis. I've been treated a little with Bilqis' cuteness.

Bilqis is Intan's youngest child. Intan joins her Japanese husband Kiyoshi working in the waters off the Tohoku region near the Japanese island of Honshu. They settled there after having one child and now their children are 3 people.

Diana is my sister. We were only a year and a half away. Since childhood Diana was often sickly until her body was smaller than me and almost everyone thought I was her brother. And because I was the only son in my family, it made my father and mother focus on me being more responsible in front of my brothers and sisters. Diana also joined her husband to migrate to Papua. They have 4 children now. Intan and Diana were very rarely with us.

Father's little concerned son might be me and Hera. We are widowed and widowed brothers. Hera had not had a child to make her husband want to marry again. That's why they divorced. Hhh... I am so sorry to have my sister Hera dragged directly to accept karma because of my actions. If I could choose, I would be the one God has condemned and tortured for all my sins and wrongs. It's enough of me, God!

No one wants a divorce when they are married. But no one knows what a rock as big as what is blocking the middle of the road that becomes a stumbling block. Everyone wants to be happy until the end, right? No one wants to suffer for the rest of their life, their entire life. Even a sinner like me.

I let out a breath. My chest ached as I drew air in through my breathing and ended up in my lungs. Hhh... Maybe a cold. I don't worry too much about it considering I'm no longer young. Naturally, all diseases attack because the body's endurance is no longer the same as when young.

Our father was discharged for only seven days. Remembering his children who must return to live their respective life routines. We agreed to make it in the mosque every Friday night for the next 40 days. We entrusted him completely to Hera.

Diana and Intan with their families return to their respective places. Only prayer strengthens us, brothers. Even though we were far apart, our hearts remained close because we were one father and one mother. Even Intan teases me to join him moving to Japan, who knows my soul mate is now in Japan he said. Diana also did not lose promoting her area. Although remote but Papua has charm and amazing girls. Hehehe.. I just laughed a little at the behavior of those who seemed to pity looking at his old mas but still languish this.

Alhamdulillah! I am grateful to have brothers who love me. Hera pretended to sulk because no one cared about finding a mate for her. Haha... Hera, Hera! Though secretly I know you are now close to a widower who died his wife. Hhhh... I'm glad you're happy. I can only pray for my brothers and sisters a long and great happiness. Also always get blessing from Allah SWT. Aamiin, God!

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