Lord, Accept My Repentance

Divorce

*Allah SWT also said, “Hi Prophet, if you divorce your wives then you should divorce them when they get (face) his iddah (which is natural),” (QS. Wh-Thalaq: 1*).

The hammer's knock had rung and the judge left the room after his affairs were done, the two people sitting in front were smiling happily.

I stood with Bang Gilang who was also beside me, throughout the court we did not say hello despite sitting next to each other.

"Remember, you have to make a living they're not your cheap lady!" press Mom to look at Dad's face.

"Ck! You don't have to worry about that, you take it easy. I'm not a bego man who wants to support strangers and let my children," he said, staring at the face of a woman who was legitimate not his wife and mahram anymore.

"After this? Where will we invite? Dad, or Mom?" asked Bang Gilang who opened his voice after I never heard his voice again for years.

He pushed the chair hard and passed out of the room with only a few people left.

"Excuse me!" it was as if I had just been alone with a stranger. I walked out of that room.

To my knowledge, this building is not far from a park. I immediately walked with a little run towards the park.

Sitting by raising my legs, hugging my knees and burrowing my face. I kept the stuff as much as possible even though the park is not too crowded people.

Maybe, because it's still daytime so there aren't too many people here. I think there's a body sitting next to me.

I wiped the tears immediately and peeked at who was beside me right now, tissue she thrust towards me.

"Remove it, I will not see your tears" he said, closing his eyes.

"I don't need it! Go!" drive me away with rough tears with my hands. He re-opened his eyes and placed the tissue in our midst.

A heavy sigh rang out from her lips, she looked straight ahead, "Have your parents just finished their divorce?"

"So, you're out in there!" ketusku answered origin. Little rascals I heard from her lips for the first time.

I got up, intending to leave. I really don't like it when someone else intervenes or asks me.

Walking out of nowhere, I didn't mind the man following me or even looking at me. I want to be alone this time.

Ting ...!

The sound of the message notification entered into my cellphone which was in the pocket of my pants.

[Going!] tell me who can't figure out where my number is.

"Curtain! What right did he have to tell me? Is it because he's brother so he has the right to set me up?" I muttered with a grimace.

But I don't know where else this afternoon. The clock showed at 3 o'clock, it was almost afternoon and my stomach was hungry again.

Inevitably, I decided to go home. There's only one car, which means Mom and Dad don't come home.

"Sit here first!" bang Gilang ordered as I was about to go up to the room.

"What's wrong?" I asked with his back that I looked at.

"Sit down!" he repeated his word and I lazily walked towards him. Sitting on an existing single sofa.

"I heard you passed out last night" he said, opening a conversation.

"Isn't that the usual thing I do?" ask me to raise an eyebrow, "you taught it!" I've seen Brother drunk when I wanted to take him home and help him break up a fight between Dad and Mom.

But, I was instead slapped and pushed by him. At that time I was helped by a boyfriend, either rent or whatever.

However, I pushed aside because I was uncomfortable with the woman's clothes. In fact, now I also wear such clothes although more often times tomboy clothes.

"What do you care about me for? Am I not your sister? And if they kill me even, that's good. Nobody wants me to live and be a part of this family, right?" it was my debate that felt he shouldn't interfere in my life.

"You're so stubborn! I warn you once again, don't be friends let alone close to those bastards!" the pressure pointed towards me with a hardened jaw.

"Hahaha, the bastards are cursing at each other like," I said with a ruckus and got up from the sofa.

His face was shocked by my words just now, his hands dropped and clenched perfectly making the veins in his hands visible.

I threw the backpack after locking the room, went inside the bathroom turned on the shower.

Sitting on the bathroom floor under the water, I hugged my knees and cried.

"Why God? Why don't I just die? Why don't you call me as soon as you can, I'm tired of God getting tired! What kind of life is this? What should I be grateful for and enjoy with such an obscure life?" ask me to scream.

After being poured with water for quite a long time, until my hands wrinkled and paled. My teeth held the cold.

Out in my pajamas and straight into the blanket, I threw down my body with the stomach that had asked for its right.

I thought I could close my eyes first so the cold could go away. In fact, absolutely cannot.

Come down with my arms around my body and walk towards the table, "Yes, Allah is Non. Non why?" ask Bibik who has worked here for a long time.

"Son't Papa Bik."

"Auntie makes the tea warm, yes," he said and slightly ran towards the kitchen. I opened the plate and took the rice and the side dishes on the table.

Before long, Brother's voice with someone was heard from the family/guest room. I don't know what they're talking about, I don't understand either.

But just as I was down. There was no one, meaning that the guest had just come to this house.

"You why? Where's aunt?" ask Bang Gilang who went to the kitchen.

"At the back," I said, putting rice in my hands.

"Ahead, there's Dad and Mom's lawyer. After eating you in the future, they will discuss about the treasure that will be shared with us and about this house as well" explained Bang Gilang who made me look at him because of his last words.

'Why? What's with this house? Will this house be replaced?' my mind finally turned its gaze to the rice.

Bang Gilang looking for Bibik to get the woman who was dusk to make tea, I brought the tea that still there sisahnya forward with a body that has warmed up enough.

Mother's lawyer first opened her voice, Mother explained that she would visit us every month.

We would stay at her house once a week for a month, no one would protest with the contents of Mom.

Now, it's Dad's lawyer's turn. At the beginning of Father's decree, Bang Gilang already did not accept. He was angry with the lawyer.

"And as for Nazwa, from tomorrow there will be a son from my father who will come to the new house to teach you. You'll be home-schooled and assisted with the son of a friend of Dad's, he'll even stay in the new house because given that your brother is rarely home," the lawyer said read out the contents of the order from Dad.

"Who wants home schooling? I don't want that!" my indignation that does not accept the decision of Father as he pleases.

The two lawyers did not care at all, they came out of the house before long came the car to take us.

It is true that Brother said, that this house will move residents. I'll stay here with the new lady.

This house is in her name and there is no mother's name at all, but Mother said that this house was purchased also from the results of sweat and savings Mother.

But, Mom doesn't care anymore. Apart from the father was more important according to him, until now I have not heard from Mother the clarity of what the reason they divorced actually.