My Husband's Secret

144. New ART 2

"Eira, Dio, don't get out of school first, yeah! Before Mama picked me up. Today I want to go to the boutique for a while, after that to the house of Oma Rafiqah to see the situation there. Oma must have needed help to clean up the rest of yesterday's activities. You guys wait in the school later, okay?" maysa said as she drove her children. He was only worried if something happened to them.

"Yes, Ma" answered the two, who then said goodbye to Maysa and immediately ran into the school.

The woman wanted to make sure her children had actually entered. After that, he left the school environment. Maysa wants to see the state of the boutique for a moment. Although the clerk today is still on holiday, but there are some things that the woman wants to make sure.

Maysa wants to check some work as well as orders. He deliberately comforted his employees. Tomorrow is just starting to work, but not with Riri. His sister took a week off.

Maysa went to the boutique after that, only to go to Mama Rafiqah's house. He wanted to see the state of the middle-aged woman. When he arrived at his family home, the house looked quiet. The door of the house is also open. Maysa just walked in.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam" said Mama Rafiqah who was in the kitchen. Maysa is looking for her mother's whereabouts. The house was so quiet there was no sign of anyone else.

"Where are everyone going, Ma? How quiet?" maysa asked as soon as she reached the kitchen.

"Home home, the show's done from yesterday."

"Didn't Mama tell you yesterday that aunty would stay here for a week?"

"Yes, but suddenly his son went home so, aunt was forced to go home."

"When did everyone come home? don't tell me they came home from last night?" maysa asked, looking at her mother, hoping she would be honest.

"Just now, they came home late last night. Mama might just come home."

"Then Mama comes with me and I won't be calm if Mama here alone."

"Mama don't pa-pa, you don't worry too much. The people around us are good as well."

"Ma, still I'd be worried. If Mama were here alone, surely I would be there too would not calm down. Riri was like that too so, Mama came with me, yeah! Mama promised to come with me."

Maysa tried to persuade her mother. He knew something like this would happen. That's why he came here today. The woman wanted to make sure for herself that her mother was in good shape with the other siblings. Now the feared thing is happening.

Mama Rafiqah seemed to think. He looked around the house. The woman felt very heavy to leave her residence. Which has always been his place of complaint.

Mama Rafiqah remembered the memories, when building this house together with her husband. From which is just a hut with a bamboo wall. Now it is solid with bricks. Although not as big as his daughter-in-law's house, but this house is very comfortable for him. He wouldn't find a place this comfortable anywhere else.

"May, not that Mama wants to refuse your wishes, but this house means a lot to Mama. There is no way Mama left this house, a house full of memories of the togetherness of Mama and Papa. Also during your and Riri's presence. Everything is clearly recorded in this house. Mama did not want to leave him," said Mama Rafiqah with tears dripping.

At first the woman was sincere and agreed what her son wanted. But now when the day comes. He is not ready and will never be ready. Too many memories that Mama Rafiqah carved in this house. It was too hard to leave him.

"If Mama really wants to be like that, fine, but for a few days, please stay with me. Later after I get a person who can accompany Mama in this house, then Mama can stay here," said Maysa made Mama Rafiqah frown.

"The one who accompanied, Mama? You mean who?"

"Later I'll find a housekeeper for mama. He's gonna do all this homework, whatever it is. Mama can only rest, can not do heavy work. If Mama refuses the person's whereabouts, then I will never allow Mama to remain in this house. Whatever Mama wants to say, it's been my last decision. It's just my mom who makes the decision."

Mama Rafiqah looked at Maysa. Honestly she was happy with her daughter's decision to allow herself to remain in this house. However, the existence of another person whom the woman was completely unfamiliar with, would definitely feel strange to her. However, Mama Rafiqah had no choice but to agree.

This is the best option for him. He also feels sad if one house with its iron. Even though Mama Mirna did not mind, still the woman was embarrassed.

"Well, it's better for Mama."

"Then now Mama's done some clothes. Later after I get a trustworthy person, then Mama can come back here again."

Mama Rafiqah nodded unwillingly, but how else. It was the best thing for him and his two children.

The middle-aged woman went to her room. She will only bring a few clothes, while Maysa chooses to make tea, while waiting for her son's school-going hours.

Not Mama Rafiqah. Maysa still misses this house a lot. The house, which had been a residence since childhood, for the first time also gained affection, which the woman now applies to her children.

"Mama just bring this shirt, yeah, May. It doesn't take much" said Mama Rafiqah as she showed her daughter the bag in hand.

Maysa just nodded and asked her mother to sit with her. He handed the middle-aged woman a glass of tea. Usually Mama Rafiqah who always make tea when they were together. Now it's his turn to do it.

"What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me? Why did you suddenly take your mom out for tea? It's not usually like this."

"There's nothing, Ma. It would be wrong to take my mom to tea together. We are also waiting for the kids to go home from school. It's still an hour away so, there's still time to chat for a while.

"Mama thought you were in a hurry, so Mama brought the original clothes. Why didn't you say that from earlier?"

Maysa did not respond at all to the grunts of her mother. Mama Rafiqah also enjoyed her daughter's tea. If only here was Riri, surely the three of them could talk while joking together. Not that when they were alone with Maysa, they couldn't joke. It's just that it's more exciting if three.

"If there is a Riri, it must be more exciting, yes, ma," said Maysa who was embraced by his mother.

It turned out that Maysa also felt what the middle-aged woman was feeling. He thought only he felt that way. Perhaps because of the togetherness of those who missed him.

"Mama, remember the past. You two were always fighting. Even for small things will definitely fight, but when one of you is not there must be looking for each other. Mama is equally papa to be confused to face the two of you, but that's exactly what Mama missed. Right now Mama misses you guys fighting and mocking each other."

Maysa laughed at her mother's story. "I still remember it, too, Ma. I also remember when Riri pushed me down, until my forehead bled, but instead she was crying. I'm the only one who bleeds, doesn't cry."

Both are laughing. How can such memories be lost, everything will be recorded in memory. They also talk about the past. There is a longing that infiltrates the heart, when telling stories about the past.

Everything can only be remembered in memory. Now he and his brother have their own lives. Hopefully one day they will have a chance to create new memories.

Though from the first he was very curious because both Dio and Eira always told him about his school, while Mama Rafiqah did not know anything about the school.

Maysa's car stops in front of Eira and Dio's school. Some of the guardians were also waiting for their children to come out. Judging from what was worn, it seemed like the old disciples here were all wealthy people.

"The kids that go to school here, are all rich, huh, May?" mama Rafiqah asked in a whisper while looking left and right. He also saw a line of luxury cars.

"No idea, Ma. I don't really know the students here. There are only a few, there are also those from middle families."

Mama Rafiqah nodded. Maybe what can be schooled here is people from the upper middle class. Downwards certainly can not afford, pay for school building money as good as this. Eira and Dio are very enthusiastic when telling about their school. It turns out to be this good. He could not imagine what was there.

"Mom, Mom!" The cry of two children paid for the reverie of Mama Rafiqah. He welcomed his two grandchildren with a big smile.

“Oma, come pick us up?” eira asked with her crisp voice.

“coincidentally for a few days Oma will stay at your house. Can, right?”

"Isn't Oma going to sleep in our house for the next time? Why say a few days?" sidelines Dio.

"No, just a few days. Later Oma back home Oma.”

"Here we go, we better go home. Time to talk here? Just talk in the car, come on!"

Maysa invites her mother and children to go from there. They got into the car and left school. Along the way back home, Eira Dan Dio had a lot of questions. Maysa just listened. Sometimes she answers if her children ask.

"Eira, yesterday Mama got a message from Oma Ishana. He invited us to his forty-day sister's event. Eira's coming, right?" asked Maysa who suddenly remembered the invitation of the former in-law. Although he did not want to come, but the message still had to be conveyed by the woman.

The little girl seemed silent. She is confused as to how, on the other hand Eira pityes her sister, but remembers how the last incident at her oma's house. He hesitated to come. Maysa and Mama Rafiqah can see the doubt on the little girl's face, but Eira tries to cover up. Either because she didn't want her mom to worry or because there was something to hide.

"I can't come, can I, Ma?" ask Eira back.

"All decisions are up to you. Mama also won't force you, if you don't want to come. Oma must also understand your situation."

Eira decided not to come. He did not want to make trouble in the forty days his sister died. The little girl did not want the prayer, causing trouble for her. Especially to make him and his mother hurt. Eira also takes pity on her mother, who has to accept scorn from those who don't like her.

"Yes, Ma. Just say the same oma if we have other activities."

Maysa nodded, she understood what her real daughter felt, not wanting to hurt her oma because the little girl did not come. How else, every time you come there will definitely cause new problems and new pain. Rafka also could not defend her daughter at all.

"What is Rafka's son really sick, May? Could have died. Riri said her son was sick, but Riri did not know what pain," asked Mama Rafiqah.

"Heart failure, Ma. Yesterday also had time to come home, when his son was still in the hospital. He told me and Mas Tama about the state of his son, that's when we found out. All I know is the plan is for the boy to be operated on. Whether it was or not, I never asked them either. It's none of my business either, the important thing is that I've come to the end. As for what happened to their lives, it's none of my business."

Mama Rafiqah nodded, it is true what Maysa said. Rafka's life and that of her family is no longer a matter for Putrinha. Let them finish it themselves. He can only wish the best for every step of Rafka's family life.

Their car finally arrived at the yard. Everyone got out of the car and entered the house. Mama Mirna sat on the porch alone. He smiled at the arrival of his family, especially the arrival of Mama Rafiqah. From yesterday the woman was waiting for her besi.

"Finally you're here too, from yesterday I'm waiting. Maysa said it was still one week away," said Mama Mirna as she shook her iron.

"Yes, Mom. I came here also at Maysa's request, but I couldn't stay long. I've decided to stay in my house."

Mama Mirna was surprised, but she appreciated Mama Rafiqah's decision. The woman does not want to ask too many questions, let it be the business of besan and his daughter-in-law. Mama Mirna was sure it was the best for everyone. He also could not force others to follow his wishes.

"It's up to Ms. Rafika. I can't force either. Now we'd better all go in, let's have a room for Ms. Rafiqah to let Ningrum clean up."

Mama Mirna invites her iron to sit in the living room, talking together. The children went to the room to clean themselves, while Maysa went to the kitchen, to ask Ningrum to make a drink. It just so happened that her housekeeper was also preparing lunch.

"Mbak Ningrum, please make a drink. In front was my mother, and Mama Mirna. Don't be so sweet."

“Iya, Ma'am," said Ningrum by lowering his head.

"Sir Ningrum, about your sister how? Does he want to work here? You asked her, right?" maysa asked her assistant.

"Already, Mom. He said he wanted to. Maybe tomorrow he'll come."

"Good then, but I can't hire him here. I'll do it at my mom's house. Don't worry about salary. I'll keep paying your sister the same as you pay here."

"My brother definitely doesn't mind working anywhere, either, Mom. She can work to support her children. She knows she's a widow, and her kids are still in school."

"Will her children live with your mother, if she works here?" ask Maysa. He felt sad when he heard that there were parents who became his son's servants. However, the woman knew if they did that too because of the forced circumstances.

"No, Ma. It just so happens that my sister's son is an adult. She's been in college so, she's always been looking after her sisters."

"A boy or a girl?"

"Male, Mom."

"Thank God that men. I'm just worried that women, now there's a lot of crime. I'm horrified that there's such news."

"No, Ma. My sister's three kids, all boys."

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