My soul mate, my Papa Assistant

A step further the end of suffering

At night, at the residence of Ibn and Fitri.

The hour hand showed at eight o'clock last night. Adhan Isya had been around almost an hour ago, but Sari still did not pick up the baby she had left to Fitri.

Fitri covers the tiny body of the baby girl, Meisya has fallen asleep as well as Raihan. After being bathed, then in the lead for a while by being fed formula milk through a bottle of pacifier, Meisya finally fell asleep. Anak Sari is not too fussy, it is easy for Fitri to take care of her. Raihan also felt so happy with the presence of baby Meisya, all day only baby Meisya became the center of attention.

After enveloping the two toddlers, Fitri passed her feet towards the two-door wardrobe, all her clothes were not how much she had moved into the closet in Raihan's room. He opened one door and took the medium-sized bag at the bottom once, after which Fitri put one by one his clothes that could be counted with his fingers into the bag, and continued again with the clothes belonging to the son who was the same as his own.

Last afternoon the mother called him again, urging Fitri to come home soon.

''honey, mama misses. Mama wants to see you and your granddaughter! Mama made a vidio call through WA, yeah! You activate the data on your phone, baby!'' said his mother this afternoon, in a hoarse voice. Mama Fitri is very easy to cry if you have spoken to the child just like that.

''don't ma ...!'' fitri replies, he does not want the mama to know that the actual phone he has does not have any application. Yes, Fitri still uses a regular nokia hp, because his android phone used to have been broken to hit the floor, fell on the slam by Ibnu.

''don't you? Why mayang, don't you miss mommy equally papa?'' hanum asked across there sounding astonished.

''not so ma, but ... Hp Mayang no WA application, ma! Fitri said hesitantly, forced him to tell the truth, because otherwise the mama would be kekeh asking continues.

''What is mayang? you don't believe your words, baby! Your husband is working in the company, cook he can not just buy a mobile mama's child.where is your husband? Call him, Mama will talk!''

''the truth ma, that's the reality! mayang also miss mom and dad very much. But, later mayang will tell you everything, ma!'' fitri said as he pleased, he could not help his sadness.

''why are you crying, baby? what has happened to my mother's son during these 5 years?''

''no ma, no why. Later, just later! Later that night around ten o'clock in the evening mama told the driver to pick up mayang ya, ma. Mayang will send his address via message''

''okay, baby, mama wait''

Such was the obrolah Fitri and his mama earlier this afternoon, which required Fitri to be sure of his decision, Fitri also did not have the heart to hear the voice of the mama who was like a feeling of longing and deep anxiety towards him.

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Ibn had also come home from the time of the magrib, he was in the room. The three of them had dinner together, Fitri cooked the husband's favorite menu, there is chicken soy sauce, grilled fish and vegetable stir-fry kale that is so liked by Ibnu. Fitri buys all the ingredients of the menu that is not cheap using his savings, so that the savings are not left out in the slightest.

''let's just say it's the last dinner. I'll make a little memorable for Ibnu's mas, before me and my son go'' Fitri thought.

Ibnu was surprised to see Fitri's attitude, Fitri served him as usual, put rice and water for him, and Fitri also did not want to talk as usual he would talk when Ibnu asked him to speak. Until Ibn considered Fitri so easy to conquer.

''he said you don't have any more money, then where do you get the money to buy these groceries, Fit?'' Ibnu asked before he ate the food on his plate.

''just eat, mas. All this I bought using my capital money to sell cakes''

''how else are you going to sell tomorrow morning? my salary will be out in 2 days!''

''tomorrow morning I won't sell, mas"

''why?''

''no Why''

That was the brief chat between Fitri and Ibnu at the dinner table earlier. While Raihan is just silent, the child will not talk much when adjacent to his papa.

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Ibnu walked back and forth in the room. She was agitated, and Anggia urged her to divorce Fitri tonight. Ibn doubted, for some reason he felt not ready to release Fitri.

Ibn's cell phone rang, indicating a message had come in. Ibnu opened the green application.

''no, it will be done soon!''

''okay, but you wait. Me, Mama Sari will go to your house, mas. Sari will pick up baby Meisya and we will also see you looking at Fitri directly''

''okay, hurry. It looks like it's going to rain again tonight''

''Iya mas, wait a moment, this we will be leaving soon. I'll see you mas''

''yes"

After he finished replying with his lover, Ibn put his phone back in his pants pocket, then put his feet, he was about to meet Fitri, he opened the room door. Coinciding with that, Fitri also opened the room door from the outside. Until Ibnu slightly strayed because of the encouragement of Fitri who managed to make him shocked. Fitri will also speak, he will clarify his relationship with Ibn and ask Ibnu to divorce him tonight as well. Their purpose is the same.

''Fitri! You ..'' said Ibnu a little loudly.

''I'm sorry, I didn't intentionally''

''yes, it's okay''

''what do you want, Tumben? Have you missed me?'' ibn cynic said.

Fitri did not immediately reply, he walked past Ibn. Then stand in front of the window, after which he slightly bent his body.Night is getting late, but the window still you lock. The night wind is not good for your health, said Fitri while closing the door.

Ibnu just kept silent, he observed Fitri from behind. Tonight the appearance of Fitri is a little different, Fitri no longer wears a worn negligee with a patch everywhere. But, Fitri wears a pink dress under the knees that looks beautiful. Fitri's body also looks more press than usual. When Ibnu was focused on paying attention to Fitri, suddenly Fitri issued a voice with a position still facing out, sweeping the scenery outside, the wind was blowing hard, it seemed like soon the rain would soon follow.

''gold, how? I'm tired of mas. Five years, five years we have built a household but our small family life can be said to be very much different from most families. One year of our marriage, you're still being very kind and caring towards me. But, after the birth of our son Raihan, you changed. It's like I don't recognize you''

''what are you talking about, Fitri?'' cut Ibn.

''I was willing to leave my family, to leave a life of luxury, and I was willing to refute the words of my parents, just because I wanted to be with you. I think we're going to age together, spend time raising our children with love and happiness. But, I was wrong. Dreams that had been terbesit in my mind were wrong, mas.

So look at me, let's end it all now, mom! You're happy with that woman, and I'll go''

''Going away? Where are you going, Fitri? Your parents no longer consider you!'' sahut Ibnu, he was astonished to hear the words of Fitri. Then a second later he smiled cynically, he felt Fitri would not be able to live without him.

''you are right, sir. My parents don't think of me anymore. I don't know, I'm going anywhere to take my step.''

''you sure? What about Raihan"

''I am so sure. Raihan will come with me wherever I go''

''you won't be able to give a decent living to Raihan, let Raihan stay with me''

Fitri was silent, he turned to face Ibn. He stared at Ibnu's black bead inside. While Ibnu felt a little groggy got a sharp gaze from the wife.

''he's my son, I'll do anything for his happiness. Not like you, where? All this time you never pay attention to her growth and development, you never buy a toy that she likes and, ah ... Much more. You should say your talaq now also mas, '' said Fitri with emphasis.

''perhaps it is time'' Ibnu's mind. Coinciding with that the sound of the door on knock from the outside was heard.

The focus of Fitri and Ibnu was diverted.

''yes, maybe it was Sari. I'll open the door first'' said Fitri then passed.

Ibn walked behind, following the steps of the woman who was still his wife. He knew that it was Anggia, his mother and his sister Sari.

For some reason Ibnu's heart was beating faster, his hands were squeezing each other, his fingertips were cold.