Kara's Woman

Lebaran in grief

Lebaran in less than a week, staring at the contents in my old wallet felt so painful.

Twenty-five thousand, five pieces of five-thousand notes that filled the black wallet I bought four years ago.

Shanum is my only daughter's name, she's a smart kid and never a bother. Shanum is quite a quiet child and prefers to spend time at home.

I'm very lucky to have a child as good as Shanum in my poor condition.

Last night, my son asked me about a new shirt.

Instantly my chest suddenly tight, do not get new clothes, make pay the installment arisan I still do not have.

Lebaran this time, it's an amazing test that I have to undergo.

"Yes, kid!

Pray for me, tomorrow I will get Arisan. Let's buy some new clothes for Shanum, Aamiin!" I answered while continuing to be privileged so that this tightness is reduced.

"Aamiin, I pray that my mother will get a roundup.

Shanum wants to buy a black dress. And the cake that has the cheese is loh, buk!

Which my mother Kako bought. Very nice cake, Shanum want to eat kayak cake that." said my son at length, while imagining the cake is a cake nastar that was his favorite cake since long ago.

"Yes, kid. Dear bismillah, may there be a windfall." I said weakly while holding back these tears did not fall.

I have been crying for almost a week because I was afraid, anxious and confused about the debt that had accumulated, and before the Eid had to be repaid. Yes Alloh!

I looked back at that little money with a sore heart. Hope there is a miracle of unexpected windfall.

When this thought floated and felt the head almost want to break.

My phone reads, there's an incoming message in my green app.

"Sir, tomorrow is the last day of repayment yes, because the money must be distributed the day after tomorrow. I wait, until tomorrow afternoon, it should be fine!" the contents of the message sent by Ms. Desi, who served as treasurer in the PKK arrays of the mother complex where I live.

"God, mbak!

I'll get you the money tomorrow!" reply brief. Somehow I can reply like that, while I have absolutely no idea where I got two million dollars from overnight. "Astagfirullah, why does my life have to be this difficult?" my mind screamed.

Suddenly the shadow of Mas Danang was present in my mind.

The heat spread all over the body, anger overflowing when remembering the name of the man.

The man who is still valid as my husband, never cared at all about the fate of his wife and child again.

He has remarried to a woman overseas where he works.

A widow who had one child, and now has another child with my husband.

"May karma be real, and you people who have wronged me and also my son will get a much more painful reply than we have experienced." I prayed in between a loud sobbing.

Dead-end thoughts, throbbing head pain, dizziness whack so great.

Lips incessantly continue to be privileged, praying anything to expect help from HIM.

Do not feel these eyes are closed, maybe because of tired crying.

"Open, awake!

It's five o'clock, I don't pray?" my body was shaken slowly by my daughter. It seems to be dawn. "Yes, how is this." My mind again anxious, even this body trembled because it remembered the debt that must be paid off today, while in the wallet only twenty-five thousand.

"Oh, why?

Mom's sick?" back my son's voice awakened from this daydream.

"Hummer no papa, nduk!

Just kayaking still sleepy.

Yasudah I want to shower and wudhu first.

"Shanum had prayed from earlier, Shanum had also been nyapu and washing dishes, mother seems tired again, Shanum did not dare to wake up ibuk. I can sleep well again, I'm tired." replied my beautiful girl who can act mature at thirteen years old.

"Yes, I'm sorry, mommy?

I forgot I wasn't ready to eat sahur for you. What was Shanum sahur?" ask me with regret and guilt for being negligent on my daughter.

"No, papa, buk!

Shanum made fried noodles with warm tea earlier.

Mothers should also rest. Shanum's grown up, God willing, can do it yourself." said my daughter proudly.

I am so grateful to have a child like Shanum, besides being beautiful, she is also very mature and diligent.

"I'm sorry, son!

You shouldn't have sahur with instant noodles, mom is negligent. Sorry!" lirihku who was slashed to hear the words of my beloved daughter.

"This bus is like anything, insyaallah Shanum is not papa, and also Shanum insyaallah is strong fast.

I want to bathe, hunt during the day, later the dawn runs out." replied my daughter who once again reminded me to immediately carry out the obligations of two rakaat.

"Yes, astagfirullah.

I want to take a shower first!" I hurriedly went into the bathroom and immediately cleaned myself, took the water and performed the morning prayers, continued with long dhikr and put all the burdens that were squeezing the soul and mind.

Fusing in silence together a prayer of hope continued to be offered, hoping to find a way to the problems I was facing.

Almost an hour I spent on the prayer mat, there was a little sense of calm even though this thought continued to wander thinking about the debt that must be repaid immediately.

Accidentally, these eyes highlight my old laptop while still working, still good because it is rarely used.

"Do I have to sell it?"

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Sweet hug from far away, may we always be given health and blessing in every step we take.

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