Muhasabah Love

Accident tragedy

“Za, do you know the same two women your mother-in-law?”

Faiza looked out. “That's my sister-in-law, My. Mas Ramdan's brother. One is married, the youngest is college semester seven.”

Myria opened the door. He looked back with careful eyes. “You don't pa-pa there them?”

Faiza's response was much different from Myria's. The young mother was still able to act calm. “No pa-pa. Maybe they are waiting for their nephew to come home because yesterday can not be visited too, right, in NICU?”

It was a positive thought Faiza. In fact, Myria was worried that the tragedy in the hospital a week ago had happened again. Who is not afraid if a weak body can attack from a healthier person without being able to defend themselves.

After Faiza's reassurance, Myria agreed to go down. His mouth continued to miserably ask for the protection of the Divine to avoid danger.

Aided by Lady Nasita and Myria down, Faiza came to three people on the porch of the house.  He approached, while Myria was behind a distance of one meter. “Ma, assalamualaikum.”

My mother-in-law answered for a long time. The black veiled woman with her eyes was still staring intently. His lips kept twitching wanting to curse at Faiza.

As his son-in-law was about to kiss the hand, Ramdan's mother brushed aside rudely and pushed. “How dare you go home? I'm not willing to accept a pesky carrier like you. Seeing you I'm sick of it. I hate it now! Get the fuck out of here! You cannot stay at Ramdan's house!”

Like being struck by lightning in a rainstorm, the words of her mother-in-law made Faiza lose her life. He was glued for a few seconds on the spot, before tears finally burst.

“Ma .. I'm sorry, Ma.” Faiza kekeh came forward and tried to touch the mother-in-law. However, that attitude seems to carry even greater danger.  Again he was pushed back a few steps.

“Go! You are no longer a daughter-in-law in this family!”

“Baby is the same. Because you crave weird midnight by reason of the will of the child, Ramdan so go forever. Because of that, I lost my son. Can you be sorry you brought Ramdan back? What can?”

Blasphemy from the mother-in-law continued to bombard so as not to give the opportunity to defend themselves. Faiza stuttered, her throat suffocated and it was hard to answer. All the words of the mother-in-law really made her inner wounds worse.

But Faiza did not respond, her mother-in-law immediately entered the house while pulling her two daughters. The door slammed hard to the surprise of the baby. Faiza walked quickly over while enduring the intense pain in the abdomen, she knocked on the door and asked for mercy.

“Ma, this is Mama's grandson. This is Mas Ramdan's son, Ma. Mama open, Ma.” Gedoran demi gedoran. Even though the hand started to hurt, Faiza did not care about that.

Seeing that Faiza's condition was out of control plus the cry of an innocent baby, Myria's heart grieved. He came forward and hugged Faiza.

“Za, enough. Your son is afraid,” Myria said with a trembling voice holding back tears.

“My, my son is also a member of this family. He's entitled to know the family of Mas Ramdan.”

Faiza's roar completely tore apart Myria's inner being. The brown veiled woman embraced Faiza tightly while giving her support.

“Za, your husband just left a week ago. Your mother-in-law has not been able to fully accept this disaster. Come on, come with me first. Keep a temporary distance with the mother-in-law, later if all is calm, you can come again. The air outside is getting hotter, Za. Your son pity.”

Faiza speechless. He looked down and saw his son who kept crying, the more pain he felt. He turned his head back to Myria, then moved on to Lady Nasita. Seeing the sincerity of the two women of different ages, Faiza complied and left.

Mas Ramdan, it hurts, Mas. Why did you leave me? I don't have anyone anymore. Papa, Mama, you, all go and leave me alone. Am I strong?