Noctah Black Marriage
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The Good End
Irsyad's business is finally over. He picked us up right away from his grandmother Qia's house. Given that my mom is not fit at home, so we decided to go straight back to Bandung.
But before returning home, we first bought souvenirs typical of Sukabumi. The choice fell to Mochi. A cake made of glutinous rice, soft and sticky textured. Aspire sweet taste with a variety of content variants.
After buying souvenirs until the trunk of the car is full, we continue the journey home.
“Dad, please stop!” yelled Qia suddenly.
“What's up, Honey?” Irsyad.
“Stop it first, Dad!” doors again.
Irsyad pulled the car over.
“What's up, Son?” my many.
“Mom, that's the kid that was!” point it to the figure of the child walking on the sidewalk.
“Oh, yes.”
“What was that kid, anyway?”
I also told him about it in the mosque.
“Poor, Well,” says Qia.
“Hei, Deck! Here a minute!” Irsyad waved to the boy.
The boy looked confused. “I?” He pointed at himself.
“Iya.”
“What's up, Sir?” tanyanya after approaching. “Eh, if not wrong ... the mother who was in the mosque, yes?”
“Iya right.”
“Dek, what are you selling?”
“It's kanebo sales. That was the afternoon of selling tissueu.”
“Atek school ?”
He's down. There was a look of sadness.
“Dek, can you buy the canoebo?” ask me to get rid of her sadness.
“Boleh-can, Bu.” He immediately smiled back.
“How much is everything?”
“Wah, I want to buy again?”
“Iya.”
“Everything is ten. So a hundred thousand rupiah.”
I paid him straight away.
“Dek, sorry we didn't mean anything. Only salute and pride to Adek. You can make money at this age. But, children should be this age when learning and playing. Not making a living,” said Irsyad.
“Yam au how else, sir? My dad doesn't exist. While my mother is sick. So I have to make money to eat.”
Finally he told me in a doldrums.
“What is Mama Adek sick about?”
“Doctor's word, cancer.”
“What? Cancer?” I was surprised.
We can't imagine a child his age having to make money because his mother had cancer. He admitted his papa did not exist. So curious, want to know more.
We asked again. He explained that yesterday his mother likes to seek treatment. Thanks to the help of the government and the people. But now it is no longer. Her mother decided to stop treatment, because she felt she had spent a lot of money, but did not heal.
“Dek, can we see his mother?”
He looked long and thought.
“Can not, Dek?” my ul.
“Bby. But I don't want to get in the car.”
“Lho, why?” ask husband.
“Fear of being kidnapped,” the answer is plain.
I feel like laughing. Very amusing. He is still a kid, however.
“Terus, we have to how to make Adek believe that we are not kidnap?”
“You get off and walk only. Follow me. My house is not far from here, kok.”
We also follow the conditions. Before following the child, we first parked the car in a nearby mini market. Of course leave and pay to the parking lot.
After fifteen minutes of walking, we still had not reached the child's house.
“Dek, still far?”| my question because the breath began to roam. Understand the effects of rarely exercising, rarely walking as well.
“Before a while, kok,” he said always like that every time asked.
“Mom, cape,” complained Qia.
“Here Daddy is carrying,” haggard Irsyad.
It was with pleasure that Qia jumped on his father's back until he almost fell down. I just shook my head to look at her behavior after reprimanding.
Ten menita then the child we followed stopped at a bar at the end of the alley. So we walked for 25 minutes. It burns fat.
The little hut in front of us almost collapsed. The ceramics are on the sides and dirty unkempt. The wall paint peels off and the broken window glass is simply patched by cardboard.
I breathe heavily.
“Bu, Sir, please come in,” take him.
We went straight in and sat on the mat that had been tethered. I stared at the ceiling of the house that had fallen. There was a loud noise from that direction. Looks like the rats are playing a chase.
“Mom, what is it?” qia asked in shock as she raised her head.
“Maybe a mouse.”
Hearing my answer, his shoulders shuddered.
The owner's son came from behind. In his hand was a tray on which three glasses of drinking water were filled.
“Not bother, Dek.”
“No hassle, Mom. Just plain water,” he said. “ Mah, this is no guest!” she called her mother while entering a room.
The boy spoke inside there in the frail voice of his mother.
Not long before they both poked out from behind the door of the room. Her mother walked on the boat until she sat opposite us.
The thin body remained bone, the pale face of an undead, wearing a mustache negligee with a knit snail covering his head. Both of her eyeballs that I have are staring at me. Then he bought it.
“Mbak Salma!” yells.
“You know me?”
“Mbak, thank God that Mbak looks healthy and happy,” he said.
“What are you .. Meti?” my forehead frowned.
He just nodded in response. God, I don't believe what I see right now. I never really thought. That means the boy ….
“Mother knows my mother?” ask the boy.
“You, Daffa ‘kan?”
“Iya, Mum.”
Suddenly there was pity and tears fell without excuse. The skinny, jet-black boy. Put him in the arms. After all, he's Hans' flesh blood, biologically his older brother Qia.
His two eyes that were always radiating hope were now looking up at my face. He was confused by what I was doing. But I didn't refuse at all when I got it. It was like enjoying the hang of a mother's embrace.
“Mom?” Qia looked confused.
“Eh, sorry. Mother is too carried away by feelings,” I said while breaking a hug.
Irsyad rubbed my back, trying to calm down. Because right now my feelings are very mixed. Shocked, haru, pity, the pain that once returned blinded, all became one.
“Mbak, I was a shameless woman from a long time ago. Even now, it is still the same.”
“You're sick, Met?”
He's nodding. “Every night I pray for a miracle to be extended for Daffa. But, it seems that now I can leave quietly. Want to Ma'am, care for and raise Daffa?”
“You mean?”
“I was shameless, wasn't I? After what I did, I asked you to take care of your husband's cheating son first.” Her crying just broke out. “But, even though I am a wicked mother, know that Daffa - my son has not inherited my attitude nor his father's attitude. Thank God, he has grown into a good boy. Believe!” continue Meti while grabbing my hand.
“Met, if you are sick, why not go back to your village or to your Uwa at Ratu Port?”
“Where might I go home after disappointing a lot to the parents? Where could I have brought the child they called ‘haram’ because it was born without a father. While Uwa, who always accepts me as I am, has long since died,” he said.
Even Hans' mother as a grandmother, I sure wouldn't want to take care of her. What else is the state of my former in-laws now looks difficult.
Hygiene ….
We were immersed in each other's thoughts. All this time I almost forgot about those wounds. Irsyad has managed to wash and bandage until it does not look like a trace. I live the days well and gratefully.
“We certainly wouldn't mind taking care of Daffa.” My husband opened his voice. “But, is Daffa willing to stay with us?”
“Until any time, I want to stay with mom. Meksi has to live like this, I'm happy. I can work, can make money, can take care of mama too,”.
“Nak, mama time stay a little. After you leave, who will you live with? Come with them. Believe that! They are good people.”
“I don't believe they're good people. But, I just want to continue with mama,” he said while sobbing.
“Met, what are you sick with?”
“Cervical cancer end stage.”
“Ya Allah ...”
“Doctor predicts my age will not be long.”
“Life only God knows, Met.”
“Don't try to give me hope! I'm really tired.”
“What do you do treatment?”
“Now it is no longer.
“Lho, why? You don't give up, for Daffa.”
“I told you not to give me hope!” his tone was full of emphasis. “Everything will be in vain. Look at this!” connect Meti while opening the snail.
I was flabbergasted when I saw his head without a hair. Looks like Meti has completely broken up Asa.
The day is getting late afternoon. Magrib is coming soon. After a long chat, Daffa stayed with his mother. Before I got home, I left my contact number. So if there's anything, they just need to call.
But when I gave him some money, both the child and the mother both refused. But, I kept forcing until they finally only received a few sheets. We also decided to go home.
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Three months later.
“Hallo, Ma .. Ma-ma, mama su-dah was picked up by Allah,” he said sounded hoarse on the phone.
“Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun.”
Me, Irsyad and Qia went straight to Sukabumi. We take care of all the needs that are in the funeral home.
After that according to my promise to Meti, I will take care and raise Daffa. Irshad agrees with this. We will regard Daffa as our own child. It seems like I'm going to have a hard time getting pregnant again.
I am not barren, Irsyad. When we checked with a specialist, it turned out that my husband had a problem. Most likely due to an accident that caused him to fall into a coma. Serious trauma to important organs affects the reproductive system.
Before we took Daffa to Bandung, I visited Hans alone in prison. I'll tell you what happened.
“Are you sure you will raise Daffa?” hans asked doubtfully.
“God willing, I'll think of him as a child myself. You take it easy, I won't be like your mother to Dea.”
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My life and Irsyad are now feeling more and more perfect. Have one daughter and one son. Both are growing and developing well. Awakened health and abundance of treasure. Which favor of your Lord do you deny?
Do not stop wishing on Allah, for Allah knows best to grant His servant's request. Not fast or slow.
Learn from what you experience, and you will be stronger. Betrayed by someone does not mean there will be no heart to replace.
The best revenge is to make yourself better. (Ali Bin Abi Talib)
If you have pain in your heart, then what is the difference between you and him. Lkhlaskanlah! Let God take care of it, for He is the best of the enforcers of justice.(Othman)
T.A.M.A.T
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