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1. POV Nirmala Sari's

*I can be anything according to circumstances. I can be ukhty and I can be like Kunti.

More often become Kunti, it seems*.

Condolences continued to be received from mourners for me and my mother-in-law. A blue tent was installed in my in-laws' house as a sign that one of the Muslims had died. A yellow flag was also involved in front of our house.

I turned to the right side where my mother-in-law was still crying over the loss of her beloved son who was none other than my husband. While me? I no longer cry because my heart is broken.

I don't know if I should be sad or happy about my husband's death from a work accident yesterday afternoon. Arman, that's my late husband's name. Not the usual work accident my husband had.

My husband died after being struck by lightning during work hours.

My name is Nirmala Sari. I'm called Lala, I'm 25. I've been married for 5 years, I haven't had a child. But, I was pregnant and miscarried because I was too tired to do housewife activities.

When I married my late husband, my father was dead and my mother followed two years ago.

"Thank you, Mom. Sorry for all the mistakes Arman, yes." That's the sentence I said to the residents and friends of my late husband who came to serve also buried my husband's body.

The neighbors were forgiving. Every neighbor said a word of condolence, and they stroked my arm to make me strong and steadfast.

My own husband is two brothers and he's the firstborn.

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The mourners began to travel, there were some neighbors who were still in my in-laws' house because they were cooking for takziahs later that night.

"Mom. I'm going to go to my room" I said to the mother-in-law, who still seemed helpless at the loss of my husband.

I admit, my husband is the pride of the family. He was always in the majesties because of his all-round expertise. Friendly to anyone to make a lot of people known.

Evidently the mourners who attended were not only relatives and neighbors. The regent and adjutants, Camat, and the village head were also present with condolences. They even gave me an envelope that I believe was money.

I peeked out of the window and I scooped up a little horden to see who helped cook for the priests tonight. A long sigh accompanied after hearing their chatter.

"*TZ. But it must be for two that he is the same in-law. Kan Lala has no children," said the other neighbor*.

It's true, In the Company my husband works has life insurance for the workers. Like my husband, dying during working hours will be compensated for death.

All I've ever heard, if I die during working hours, I will be compensated for Rp 100,000,000.

I could only take a deep breath in the room. I no longer cry, I admit the sadness in my heart is there.

I didn't expect God to grant my grievances all this time. How not?

My husband has always been in the company of his family.

What my husband gave me made many of my neighbor's wives feel jealous and envious of me.

Yes, my husband always complements my needs and my husband works not only in the Company. As villagers, having more than one job is considered sufficient for our lives.

It does.

I who have no income and my needs are met, of course, many are envious. Moreover, we do not have a baby.

But there is something that no one else knows. Something that can make me always complain and feel like separating from my husband.

We have different characters. We have different habits. We have unequal preferences. But only we know that, the neighbors can't possibly know.

So often spoken in the heart want to separate. We had a big fight to separate divorce. However, I who have no one, I who have no income make it difficult to take care of the letters needed to divorce because the money given by my husband was taken back, The ATM I held in my husband's house. That's why I'm suing for divorce.

But behold, God did separate us in a different world. Never thought of me before.

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