Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Husband Candidate

The night came to say hello. Anindi arrived home right along with the voice of the azan. The woman was immediately warmly welcomed by the Mother who still questioned the existence of Rendra, even though she did not know his name.

Anindi answered as much as she could, explaining that the man she thought her husband was out of town. He may have committed his sins, but he had to.

The sweet lady rushed to the room. Bathing, wudu and salat. Spread the prayer rug to meet the Khalik. Pouring out all the contents of the heart that has been his unprivileged all this time.

Mukena plain white that he bought from the sale became a witness when the line of eyes of the woman was not able to hold back. His love for Anindi was too heavy, but he had to keep pushing to get through this.

Anindi raised both hands, then said, "Oh Allah, I did not mean to lie to Mother, but at this time Mother's circumstances could not be forced to remember everything." The woman breathed a rough sigh. Occasionally close your eyes, feeling a surge of feelings that are difficult to interpret. "Therefore, make it easy for me to end this situation so as not to be too protracted. I don't want you to be so disappointed knowing that things aren't right."

Anindi closed her eyes with both hands, then kowtowed again. This time her tears broke. Some problems have passed well, but this time he had to deal with the most loved ones. It is hard to find a way out.

After being satisfied to do a story on the Almighty, Anindi immediately went out of the room. Cooking dinner. The menu this time is enough meatball soup with omelet only. Simple, but delicious.

It only took half an hour, Anindi's cooking was finished. He called the Mother, eating together deviously without conversation. Very calm. 

In the midst of silence, his mother suddenly asked again. Anindi replied patiently and calmly.

"Son, don't you want to follow your husband out of town? Husband The wife should be together" asked Ms. Lia. The food on his plate was just a few more mouthfuls.

Learning from some events, Anindi tried to calm down. "This time I can't come, Mom."

Ms. Lia fell silent, frowned and said, "Why?" Curious about the child's answer. Bu Lia watched Anindi's face fixedly. "Son, you and your husband aren't fighting, are you?" 

Anindi jerks. Didn't expect it to be long like this. His left hand under the table was clenched, a little confused as well. Maybe true said Rendra, if he had to learn a lot about acting in order to be calmer when in difficult situations. "No, Ma. We're fine." Anindi hid a worried face in the arch of a sweet smile. Rotating the brain to end the conversation on this topic. "Mother, you better eat first. It's not good later." I hope the mother understands.

"Ah, yes, son." Lia ma'am is back to eating. 

Anindi. As soon as possible spend the meal, then wash the dishes and sleep. Perhaps by resting, he can give a little pause for the mind.

Being in a room that is not too large. However, it is quite neat and soothing. There is a small window that always opens at night to see the night sky. This place is in fact the most comfortable place, here Anindi can enjoy every piece of memories of the beautiful past when the Father was still there.

Not according to the original plan, Anindi actually still woke up while standing at the window. The moon tonight was much brighter than before, and thousands of stars were present. So sweet. "Dad, I miss." As a single daughter, there was a piece of Anindi's heart that yearned for her father. The figure of the man who had left first about the past three years. "First, Dad always said that I would be happy when I was an adult. But, in fact, I became a woman who suffered a lot of injuries. Not from Dad, but someone."

Anindi's mind flew into space, looking for things that didn't know where it was. Delivering Anindi to a momentum never before imagined. "Dad, you know not." Anindi was silent for a moment, pausing her words first. "She's coming again at will now, and I'm desperately treating the scar. But, more importantly now it's about Mom's memory."

From childhood, Anindi was close to her father. In fact, the woman was closer than the mother. "I was confused because of Mother's assumption about the husband. I actually want to be honest, but that's not possible for now."

***

Two days after that, Ms. Lia had to check up again. Before going to the hospital whose schedule is two o'clock at noon, Anindi chose to open the store first. There are four flower orders and they should definitely be completed before eleven p.m. Maybe there are also customers who come to buy flowers there, hopefully there is sustenance.

Anindi opened the store as usual, the owner of the pharmacy store reprimanded her not forgetting to ask about Rendra's confession a few days ago in front of the store.

Anindi gulped, I don't know what to explain. Not yet had time to explain, the owner of the doll shop on the right side of the store also approached and asked the same thing.

Anindi's position was sweeping the store, the thing was still in hand. Standing in front of two middle-aged mothers who already knew him well.

"Don't be ashamed, son, if that's your future husband. A sweet girl like you does like a lot" Ms Ratna said.

Bu Kila–shop owner doll–nod his head twice. "That's it, son. You are also fit to get married. The first marriage was thrilling." The woman smiled sweetly.

Anindi. It turns out that besides at home, here too he had to face many questions. It is also natural because Rendra is so outspoken to say that Anindi is a future wife. Ah, that's so annoying of that guy. The troublemaker who complicates Anindi's life. "Look at the Mothers." Anindi wanted to explain. Do not let these mothers also misunderstand the words of Rendra. "Sebe–"

"Assalamualaik." Anindi's sentence was cut off when the voice of the Mother was heard along with the voice of Ms Mila. Suddenly Anindi was shocked, Bu Ratna and Bu Kila were the same. 

"Wa'alaikum salam. Oh my God, is Lia healthy?" Ms. Ratna approached immediately. Shake hands and kiss the right and left cheeks. Same with Miss Kila. 

Ms. Lia accompanied by Ms. Mila wanted to come see her son's shop because she felt bored at home. "Alhamdulillah, fine, ma'am."

Ms. Ratna said thank you several times, Miss Kila was the same.

"What's up, yeah, in front of my son's shop Mom-Mom?" Bu Lia astonished. I'm afraid something's happened.

"Ah, that, yeah." Ms. Ratna immediately replied. "We are reading about the man who had a fight yesterday in front of the store, confessed to her future husband Anindi, Mom."

Bu Lia's forehead shriveled tightly. "Prospective husband?" Staring fixedly Anindi.

While Anindi was silent, while Madam Mila just threw a glance at Anindi. Get confused too.

Bu Lia's mind was straightened on Rendra's name. "Not the future husband may be Mothers, but it is her husband Anindi." Miss Lia explained.

Anindi's mouth was gaping, she was finished. The problem is getting more complicated. Now it is not only the mother who knows it, but it could be a series of shop owners here.