Meet Up the Match

Part 1# The End is the Beginning

In a small town lived a simple family. The family consists of three members only. A couple who have a single daughter. The girl with a beautiful face, quiet personality, friendly named Aira. The life is simple, making the girl very supervised by her parents.

People who know the family always want to see the smile of the girl who is now growing up. Aira is commonly called Rara. She is just a girl with Junior High education. Actually Rara is a smart child at school. However, due to the cost. After receiving her junior high school diploma, the girl decided to no longer continue her education

Shortly after graduating Junior High, for the sake of helping his parents he worked as a servant in the house of the rich, even though his job was only a servant. Still Rara was excited and never ashamed of it. The habit of the girl becomes a strength for the mother. A life preoccupied with work shapes its attitude into adulthood too quickly.

However, all of that becomes personal cold and friendly. With family and friends he will be very free as without burden. On the other hand, not infrequently people who do not know her will see Aira as a quiet and haughty girl.

So many trials that Aira went through, and he survived every storm to give happiness to the mother. Aira is not a girl who can get love from her real father. However, she is grateful that her mother married her current father. A father who accepts himself as a real daughter.

The world is not as cruel as spicy speech from the mouths of people. That is what everyone's mind must understand.

Now Aira grows into a girl who thinks mature and shuts herself down. Every problem of his life will only be borne alone by the company of a Diary that keeps so many secrets of his life.

His life began when he was born into this world and became the struggle for a mother and father continued for only a moment. Where her long-term father only married Siri to her mother, not the long-term father who is currently Aira's official father.

Magelang, Year one thousand nine hundred ninety-six.

In a small village. There lived a small family consisting of a husband and wife and a little boy. The young lady with a simple appearance was named Sonia. Her husband was named Randy and the boy was named Bayu.

Bayu is the son of Sonia's mother's husband.

A woman is currently pregnant and almost entering the day of birth. But because a problem makes a husband and wife talk so quickly to the problem that is being questioned by the wife.

"Mas, who's that woman? Don't you want to be honest with me? Everyone says you're with another woman, but I can't believe it. Until I followed you and saw firsthand how you started playing with other women, "Sonia just looked at her husband without tears and the questions she asked only gained a silent silence.

"...,"

Randi's attitude is completely unjustified, "Alright I don't need your answer, Mas. Enough to get here for our wedding. Even though you're my serial husband, I still carry out every responsibility I have. Thank you for being my partner for a few months."

Sonia's statement made Randi shed tears. He realized his mistake was fatal because of his two-bodied wife. "Me, I'm sorry. I am so very happy with what I did. You have been a mother to my son well, even taking care of him selflessly. Forgive me for hurting you for what I did."

The man tried to win the wife by holding her hand. But it felt like the hand was so cold that even anyep was like there was no sign of life. The usual warm feeling, now gone somewhere?

"Sorry, Mas. I can't be with a man who can't keep his house and his eyes, "Sonia takes off Randi's hand, and then takes all the clothes out of the closet.

Randi was silent and fixated on everything Sonia said. A mistake so fatal that it cannot be forgiven. Will his world return by itself? Without a wife and Bayu must grow up without a mother.

Sonia cleaned up the clothes by enduring the pain in her heart. Even though the husband has apologized, he still does not want to be cheated. Suddenly her stomach began to contract and it felt like she wanted to give birth. Randi who saw it immediately asked Sonia to lie down on the bed, and she rushed to meet the child shaman.

The journey takes ten minutes. Fortunately the baby shaman's house is still one rt. So it does not have to linger looking for help to help deliver his wife.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Assalamu'alaikum, excuse me, mbok." Randi called the master of the house impatiently.

The sound of greetings from outside, making the mbok walk quickly open the wooden door of his house, then he observed who came to meet this late, "Wa'alaikumsalam, enten nopo sir?"

(Wa'alaikumsalam, what's up, sir?)

"My wife wants to give birth please help with labor, mbok," replied Randi while cupping his hands.

I heard there was a woman who needed her help. The mangosteen-mangut understood, then he took the key from the front of the window, "Come, sir!"

The journey from Si mbok house to his home a little long because of the slow steps of the elderly child shaman. Randi patiently helped guide the two to arrive at their destination safely.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Come, Mbok. Please come in" said Randi, opening the door and bringing the man to his room, where the wife was still enduring the pain.

Sonia's condition looks pale with both soil grasping bed linen to channel her pain. Seeing that the child shaman rushed to check on the situation of the baby. Indeed it is time, even the amniotic fluid has broken.

"Let's not help him, ma'am," the child shaman began giving directions, "Sir, prepare warm water and jarit!"

"Good, Mbok. It's a draw for labor, and the water wait a minute."

Oek!

Oek!

Oek!

The child shaman cleaned the baby and gave it to Mr. Randi who was standing in front of the door, "Congratulations on the birth of his daughter, sir. I'd better be Adzani first, let's be a daughter who is sholeh."

After giving a small baby wrapped in a thin sheet of cloth to the father of the baby. The child shaman helped Sonia clean up the remaining blood that scattered, then did not forget to teach the young woman how to use the array and also the clangs that are very necessary after the birth process.

Randi meng Adzani is a tiny baby who is still red in her skin while continuing to look at the sweet face of the princess. After that he gave it to Sonia to be given breast milk for the first time, "The sweet-eyed daughter."

"My sweet daughter" said Sonia, kissing her daughter's cheek in a fit of anxiety.

Rona is happy Sonia, making Randi think everything has improved. He did not hesitate to rub the head of the wife, "Rest first you must be tired."

Whatever Randi did changed nothing. It was just that right now, he did not have the energy to argue. The man who walked out of the room was still the reason to leave the house which is now the history of the birth of his daughter.

A few days later. Sonia is preparing to go home to her parents.

Randi who saw the wife carrying a bag of clothes began to feel anxious, "Where are you going? Please stay with us."

Sonia let go of Randi's hand without returning the husband's condescending gaze, "I'm sorry, I've decided this, and my decision remains the same. Our marriage cannot continue. Thank you for everything you've done so far."

Sonia held her daughter and stepped out of the house. Today it's all over for him. Marriage is a sacred relationship and not a relationship. Whatever the reason, marriage is not a game.

Randi stared at the wife's departure with a blank look. He was silent and just stood looking at the door that was starting to close. On the other hand, Bayu tried to refrain from adding to the problem. He just cried seeing his reconnecting mother go carry his little sister who the last few days gave a lot of color in life.

But because the mother had given advice before leaving. When the father was working, Sonia suddenly called him to come to the room.

"Wood, come here, son. I want to talk," Sonia waved her hand for Bayu to come closer while keeping the princess sleeping on her lap. The tiny one who looked so calm was enjoying a beautiful dream.

Bayu went into the mother's room, then stood beside the bed with a smile looking at his little sister who slept so soundly and smiled sweetly. As an older brother, he really felt he had a new spirit because of the birth of the little one.

"Sit here, son. Your mother and father can't be together anymore. In a few days, I'll be going with your sister to the house. I hope, you must be a diligent and strong child. Always smile and don't be naughty. Bayu, nurut the father," said Sonia stroking her son's head.

Everything her mother explained she was digesting well. There are no words coming out of the lips, other than a nod of the head and tears held in the eye. The heat that began to spread was still trying to be kept alone.

Sonia grabbed Bayu's body, "Always be patient, son."

"Yes, Mom. Bayu listen to all mother's advice." Bayu replied ending the conversation at that time.

The memories gave Bayu a life lesson so as not to imitate his father's actions. Especially because of one person's mistake. Now you have to lose two people at once.

On that day, Sonia finally returned with her little daughter to the home of her parents who were in another city. His hometown will now be the place of growth and development of the princess. Sometimes people plan what? but fate brings another reality without being tolerated.

The atmosphere of the settlement with a row of very familiar huts greeted him like greeting introduction again. Breezy wind that blows try to realize the reality with a new status as a single parent.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir. Sonia came home," Sonia's trembling voice rang out from the front of the house, making a grown man come out with a curious face.

Mr. Sonia came out, and saw the princess who now came with a small baby. "Wa'alaikumsalam, how are you, Ndu?"

Sonia kissed her father's hand, then smiled. "Thank God be good, sir. How are you and your mom?"

Sonia went inside the house, so welcome to enter. Then he let go of the sling so that his daughter could be more comfortable. The tiny body that had always been soundly asleep was laid onto a bamboo wooden chair.

"What's up, Ndu? This is my grandson, right? MasyaAllah, very sweet," said the father while stroking the cheek of the little one.

Sonia nodded with a non-fading smile from her lips, "Express, sir. This is my daughter, my granddaughter."

The good news of the birth of his grandson brought happiness to the heart of a grandfather. It's just that happiness turns incomplete. All because Sonia told him everything she had experienced. How a short household should end because Randi has been double.

"Ndu, domestic life is like ocean water. As a married couple, must be ready to enjoy a salty taste that is sometimes too high. You can only always pray for your happiness, the decision will remain in your hands."

Parents' advice is always a whip of new spirit in a child's life. And so is Sonia. Where he feels grateful to have a father who wants to understand the imperfect life with his status as a widow, again.