Noctah Black Marriage

Noisier

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The presence of the child in our midst made the anger subside. But Hans' kindness in helping me deliveries didn't change the decision in the least. I think it's only natural that he would help me. The one I was born with was his son too.

My baby is four months old now. New developments can be turned over. I'll name him, Syauqia. As the name implies, she is a missed baby. After I miscarried twice.

I still live in my house. Every now and then Hans came to see our son and gave a living. Every time he visited, we just chatted on the terrace. I never let him in the house. I want to preserve the honor of being a widow by not including men who are not mahrom. Sometimes I also ask the neighbors to accompany me when he comes.

“Assalamualaikum,” greeting his papa Syauqia heard.

I held up Syauqia and went to the terrace. “Waalaikum greetings.”

“Hallo Qia Papa's most beautiful son,” greet Hans and instantly take over Syauqia from the sling.

“That's what Hans?” point me at a bag he just brought.

“Oh, it's fruit and vegetable. You have to eat a lot of green vegetables ‘kan so that the MILK is abundant.”

“Oh. Yeah, I'll take Qia, then. You know I haven't cooked.”

“Siap. Qia and Papa! The moment wants to cook first,” Hans said while kissing our son.

That's how when Hans went home, I was busy inside. Understand single mom, so do it all yourself. There is a child who is nervous, yes I have done homework.

But fifteen minutes later there was a noise coming from the direction of the core. I'll fry the fish, forced to turn off the stove first. I'm approaching the gasps. Turns out there's Meti's been checking cokes with Hans.

“Come, Bang, you go home now!” her word.

“After Met. Momi Qia's cooking first. Poor no one babysits it.”

“Bodo. It is good that you have the son of Salma. What is your son Qia doang?”

“Our child ‘there is a baby sitter. I don't come here every day.”

“You should just give him monthly money, do not need to be visited all. You are divorced. Don't look for reasons to meet up and keep dong,” cerocos Meti exploding.

“Sini Qia equals Momi,” I took over Qia from Hans sling.

“Nih him, shameless woman. Basic widow gatel!”

I would love to reply to his words. But serving it is in vain. He's going to be more and more into the fray like last month. Neighbors came to my house.

“There Hans! Take your wife away!” tehku pissed.

Hans immediately took Meti home, but apparently he was not satisfied to take out all the meaning.

“But Bang!” Meti brushed Hans' hand off his shoulder.

“Eh Salma, don't you make children as an excuse to keep pushing Hans. Hans was my husband, Daffa's father. Don't try to take it. Otherwise I'll lay off the monthly rations for your son. Understand!” Her ears were pointed at my face.

“Meti, you don't cross the line!” snapped Hans.

“Bang, are you yelling at me? You snapped just to defend your ex-wife?” Meti does not accept.

“It's not so, Met. I just want you to keep your word.”

“Salma, what are you my husband? Until he keeps defending you. You must have teased him ‘kan? Ngaku ayok!” be barnaceous.

My blood boiled to a sweet potato. Qia who was in the sling started crying. Immediately I brought in so that my baby would not listen to any more harsh words from Meti's mouth.

But the woman who was not sane did not understand and stopped, she instead followed me inside. 

I placed immediately the crying Qia in the room. I took the milk bottle containing the ASI that had been prepared before Hans came. Thank goodness Qia wanted to suckle even through the pacifier. I stuck a bottle of milk with a small roll to survive in her tiny mouth.

 Then I went out of the room to meet the woman whose mouth was still gatel. 

“Meti, do not get used to fuss in front of children. That's not good. Like you who do not have children,” scold me.

“Alah, baby knows what. Our business is not done yet, yes!”

“What's the matter again, anyway?”

“Listen yes, Bang, Salma, from now on I forbid you to meet Qia.”

“Abang can meet Qia. But ... once a month. It should also be with me.”

“You should not give rules, Meti.” Hans doesn't like it.

“Just if until you get caught meeting the Qia without permission and without me, the monthly money for him I STOP.”

“Eh Meti, however Resto it was I who bought it. Aren't you ashamed of this?” 

“Hahaha .. Salma, Salma. Bodo highly!”

“Hans, take your wife away!”

“Come, Met. Let's just go home. Daffa will cry if left for a long time.”

Hearing that Daffa was afraid to cry because he was left for a long time, Meti softened and obeyed.

“Alright, come on! Remember Salma do not mess around, later your monthly money I STOP,” threatened before leaving the house.

Grumpy feel. I let him go, it doesn't mean I'm afraid or feeling like I'm going to lose. But I just don't want to be barbaric. After having Qia, I did indeed turn into a more patient person.

Oe ... heard Qia's voice crying. Maybe the milk's out. I immediately approached her to the room.

***  

Tring ... one message came to my phone.

[Sal, it seems like for a while I can't see Qia just yet.] Send a message from Hans.

[Lho, why Hans?] my reply.

[I don't want to until Meti stops giving monthly rations to Qia]

[And you, Hans, hold the finances. Yes, your pinetr-pinter is in the set up. You are the head of the family. We are not stealing, we are only taking away the rights of the child.]

[But the problem now that holding and managing finances is Meti.]

[What? How, can Hans?]

[He just took over. Even all my cards he's holding. I'm just given gas and cocoa money]

Without retaliating again, I could only rub my chest. This guy still hasn't changed, still lost to Meti. 

“He is stupid!” detangku annoyed.

The date on which Hans used to transfer arrived. I've written down the monthly expense details as frugally as possible. This month I should be able to set aside some of the money to save. But how surprised you when he found the money he sent was only one million rupiah. Usually two million or more. I'll call the sender immediately.

“Hallo Hans, how come the transfer is only one million?” ask me after the phone is connected.

“Eh, widow gatel! It is fortunate that it is still given rations as well. You should be grateful with berleha-leha, but every month can transferan,” spray Meti.

“Why is your Hans phone holding, Meti?”

“Start now mobile Hans I sita.”

“What the fuck is this?”

 “Why do you mind? Because I can't flirt anymore my husband is?” he said he sounded cynical.

Tut ... just call her. His mouth is full. He always freaked Hans back out on me. Even though there is no intention to return after suing for divorce with difficulty. He himself knew the process. But there are still no thoughts about us. That's how if you have a husband, his life is never once calm. 

With a million dollars I have to think hard, how to be enough for one month. If you sell or work outside, it is impossible. Because Qia is still too small. 

“Yes Allah, give me the way.”

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this novel is in the process of being published.

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