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Chapter 4 Grief at Night Takbir
The thing that made me sick from this separation was not because I lost her, but because I accidentally hurt them most dear to me.
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Allahuahbar...
Allahuahbar...
Allahuahbar...
Laa illa haillahuallahuakbar
Allahuakbar Wa lillailham
The echo of takbir's voice resounded with joy in the silence of the night. The night now feels cold, but it is not a barrier for some people to gather to enjoy the atmosphere of the night takbir welcoming the Eid al-Fitr holiday.
On this night, Hana and Haikal are joined by friends their age. They seemed to be engrossed in fireworks and occasionally watched the lively explosions from the sound of firecrackers thrown into the sky.
Duars!
Duars!
Duars!
Duars!
That thunderous sound appeared along with the colorful light that was poking out above the sky. Adding to the beauty of a dark and lonely night because there are not thousands of stars that decorate the sky.
"Sister, Ikal if I see firecrackers kayak gini so remember our time in Kampung Melati, when we were still together with Dad," said Haikal sad.
"Sister is also Dek," said Hana.
Their conversation could still be heard by Rena, although the voice had to race with the sound of firecrackers, blow bedug, and I saw the sound of takbir from the TOA mosque.
It really makes Rena sad. He also remembered that every night their father often bought fireworks and firecrackers for them. Then, climb up to the attic of their house and invite them to play fireworks together.
Perhaps this is why God hates divorce so much, even though God allows it. This is also the reason why she was able to survive under the unfaithful, arbitrary, and authoritarian spirit of her husband at that time. All that none other than Rena do, for the sake of both of her children.
Oh, really considering it all makes Rena even more angry and disappointed in her ex-husband who has no heart. His heart was closed, his logic was deadlocked by the temptation of a woman thirsting for affection, caresses, and the attention of a man. The greedy soul had also undermined the sense of humanity that Rayhan should have.
"Well, Ikal want bobo," said Haikal who immediately broke Rena's daydream.
"Eh, are you done playing the fireworks?" ask Rena to her youngest son.
"Already, Mah" said Haikal
"If brother?" ask Rena to Hana
"I have, too, Ma" replied Hana.
"Then let's go to sleep" asked Rena to her two children.
After saying that Rena, went inside the simple house. Which is now a protective place for them from the scorching rays of the sun and the cold night air. The house of his late grandmother's house that Rena bought at a cheap price.
Shortly after her two children fell asleep, Rena opened her wardrobe. He wants to prepare in advance the clothes that his children will wear tomorrow when welcoming the Muslim holiday, the Eid al-Fitr day.
While tidying up the clothes, a map fell from the pile of clothes. Rena opened the map, then read it. He let out a long sigh, reading the sheet of paper in the map. The first sheet reads "Akte Cerai". His heart ached when he read the book. He did not expect that the Eid al-Fitr day that they would celebrate tomorrow would be the first feast for them to celebrate, without the presence of a father.
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