My son My spirit

Bleeding Again

The fog of grief was still thick covering Niqy and Jon's domestic life. The determination and patience of a Niqy cannot be contained anymore. Finally Niqy was devastated, resigned to the pain that was very long faced.

Letting go is the best way because being happy has been far from Niqy's life. How not, the more Niqy hid his problems from the family, closing neatly every way he felt, just from the other side revealed also the actions of Jon who can not be tolerant Niqy anymore.

That afternoon when Niqy returned home after work, the atmosphere of the house seemed deserted but slowly Niqy entered and greeted the people inside the house.

"Assalamualaikum Maa",.salam Niqy when he found his mother who was sitting pensively in the soft sofa chair with Agung and Apris his brother Niqy.

"Wa Alaikum salam", replied his mother Niqy with a forced smile that could not be covered by her mother because of the sadness that appeared on her wrinkled face.

"Maa..what's up"..asked Niqy again in a slow voice,

No answer was obtained Niqy, but only tears continued to flow in those wrinkled old eyes.

"What exactly is Sis?", Niqy threw the question to her sisters with her heartbreak and continued to wonder, what is it exactly.

"Actually, we don't want to interfere with the Deck, because it's a matter of your household" said Apris who is Niqy's second brother.

"What exactly is it, Sister?", asked Niqy.

"So in front of the house Jon was beaten by someone who said he was the husband of a woman named Yem", explained Apris

"Haaach?!...Mr Anwar means?", asked Niqy again in shock because he could not hide his curiosity.

"Do you know that man?", asked Apris

"Why did you Kak?, what happened, asked Niqy again with a feeling that was already irregular, considering all the actions of Jon who had heartily done this were all very outrageous.

"It would be clear you immediately asked Jon, just fitting the incident I was in front of the house, seeing with my own eyes Jon was hit by the Father was accompanied by a woman who was in the car, he said, and spoke to Jon in profanity, often taking his wife away".

After hearing that all Niqy just bowed, his body drooped limp but in front of his mother and siblings, Niqy still tried hard. Niqy also said goodbye to Mom and her brother to go to the room.

While sitting on the edge of the bed in the room, Niqy just continued to beristighfar, trying to restore his strength by always saying the phrase Allah was repeated. Because to change clothes alone, Niqy was no longer able to, Niqy's strength seemed to be drained when he heard it all.

And a few minutes later...

Crek,

"Niq I'm sorry, I want to explain something" Jon said.

"What more Jon do you want to explain", hoarse Niqy voice sounded.

"I'm sorry Niq.This time I'm really sorry" Jon said with a hearty tone.

"I've always told you repeatedly Jon, it's enough of me that you hurt not the people closest to me. For when all your deeds are known to them, there is no more place for you in my heart. They treat you very well but the truth is you never appreciate them. In front of their eyes you were judged for your own actions, beaten, but you always and always thought I could accept again and again your apology, haach.?!", explained Niqy with great anger

"I'm tired of Jon, I want a divorce. I can't forgive you anymore. I'll go to the Religious Court office soon".

And then Niqy left Jon who was still with all his guilt. Regret is no use because as bad as storing bad odor will definitely smell too.