My son My spirit

Ikhlas Undergo

Tap the hammer was already sounded, a sign of the determination of the divorce decision has been agreed. Niqy felt relieved apart from Jon's grip which always made his inner birth squirm in pain.

Although with the status of single parents is a new chapter in life that must be done, playing as a single parent for Nandi's only child, who is, Niqy accepted all the decisions sincerely because to be a single parent is not a sin.

Niqy just needs to prepare by working hard to live the next life.

Lebaran First year without a father figure.

"Mama....Papa's day why can't it come?", asked Nandi

"Papa more work in the village, already Naldi did not have to think Papa again, later if Papa calls mama tell him Nandi yaa..",

Niqy said to calm Nandi who did not understand the meaning of divorce.

On Lebaran day there was suddenly a package coming from the city of M, for Nandi. For my beloved ponakan from Auntie Indah. It was written on top of the package, which turned out to contain new clothes from his brother Jon, to give to Nandi.

Hmm..tumben sent clothes to Nandi, yesterday when we were both about 11 years never got a package Lebaran. Later after parting, Nandi gets a package containing this shirt.

What do they mean?

Niqy was still thinking about their gift. Because during the separation Niqy never establish communication again with her ex-husband's extended family.

Consider it a gift, Niqy thinks positively of the gift.

Moments later Niqy's phone rang,....

"Assalamualaikum Niqy..how are you?", ask the voice from behind the phone

"This is Mama Niqy, Mama kangen Niqy with Dandi, Mama dear Niqy, forgive Jon who has done wrong" said a voice from across the street who turned out to be her former father-in-law Niqy.

"Ooh yes Ma, Sorry born inner Niqy and the family here, Dandi Ma school can not go anywhere, have to study extra for the preparation of the graduation exam grade 6 Elementary School, and, regarding Jon Niqy has explained everything that has happened Ma, sorry for everything, hopefully Mama and her family there in good health wal Afiat, already yes wassalamu'alaikum" Niqy said ending the conversation on the phone.

I'm sorry for my stupidity Ma, because I think this is the best way for me to do, muttered Niqy who did not want to serve the conversation from the Jon family too long.

A few months have passed since the breakup, Jon and his family still continue to persuade Niqy and give more attention, but Niqy still hold on to his stance.

There must have been an intent of the apology, given the various SMS messages Jon had sent to Niqy in recent months.

Well, I don't want to think too much about it all, I have to focus on my son's future. The fallen spit will never lick again.

Slowly Niqy stepped into her private room, picked up a black agenda book that became the outpouring of her heart and began to spill what she felt at that moment.

Sometimes there is a cry that is bearable, when the loud cry wants to be voiced but must be muted. There is sadness that must be quenched when the pain wants to be healed, because not all wounds must be expressed. But with a joke sometimes can close the grief, because to be happy must be with that much fighting, even though it must pass through tortuous obstacles.

The world is a temporary stopover, which will test our faith with all its contents. Being worthy of every phase of life is a choice, when we really want to be a better person. The spirit and effort must always be there to set the heart in a definite step, ignoring the pain that slowly begins to erode with time.

You Can If You Think You Can

by : Niqy Heart Scratches.

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