Prayer of the Worthwhile. Taligama Lotus

Part 3

"Ma-mas...?" , vibrating Marwah's voice as she greeted the caller across the other end of the phone.

"Alhamdulillah, do you remember my voice, how are you? oh...yeah, I've scheduled treatment and therapy for your feet, how? can you? , and let the driver pick up."

"Mas, sorry is not necessary, I can treat myself, again sorry, I do not want to add to the problem with my husband, I beg you to understand, mas," sounded nervous and trembling Marwah's voice, he said, it is undeniable that there are still shivers in his heart even though he only heard the voice of the man who had been present in his life, but he is aware and knows enough himself, that now things have changed.

"It's up to you then, but I'm doing this solely for the sake of humanity," once again the voice of the man gave Marwah a choice.

"Mas, I'm sorry the phone wants to be used online by the kids, I hung up."

"Okay, tomorrow I'm sending a cell phone to the kids, so there's no reason to talk to you, I don't like to hear a lot of excuses, assalamualaikum," there was an annoyed tone from the voice of the caller across.

"Alaikumsalam," said Marwah to return the greeting, which he knew for sure if his voice had not been heard by the caller.

After returning the phone to Fahmi, Marwah stepped into the room, his mind was filled only with the face of the man who had just called him, the shadows of the past, as if haunting again, suddenly dizzy felt attacking his head, right now all he needed was to sleep, for a moment forget the fatigue in his mind.

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"Say who gave the kids cell phones?" ,bump Sudrajad who filled their little rented house.

"ANSWER, CHEAP WOMAN!"

Plak...plak... heard twice slaps landed on the face of the tapered Marwah, Sudrajad floundered when he found out their children got a cell phone, each one, with a pretty fantastic price per cell phone.

He knew that it was a man who had a relationship with his wife, but he did not have enough evidence, even when he wanted to catch the Marwah affair wet, never got results, he said, because his wife never met any man.

"BASTARD ALL, ASSHOLE.!" , the angry Sudrajad screams filled the farmhouse, even heard out of the house.

Marwah can only resign to the circumstances, explaining anything when her husband is in this emotional state, just in vain, thank God when there is a commotion their children are at the house of Ms. RT, nebeng wifi for online school.

"Once again I see there's new stuff from that guy, I make sure your life won't calm down, OKAY?"

Marwah can only nod, with tears, his body feels frozen, the trauma of hearing screams, snapping, maki scolding, making him feel helpless, only sobs that are still able to make him aware of reality.

Satisfied with having vented anger at his wife, Sudrajad soon departed from their tenement, Marwah was still restless and troubled by tightly hugging the legs of the table, the only one in the narrow room.

"Gusty of Allah, forgive this sinful servant," was very sad, weeping from the lips of Marwah whose corner was still bleeding, as a result of Sudrajad's slap.

Only able to stand continuously, unable to withstand the sadness and fear due to the whack of trauma, the thin body that eroded the problems of life was finally uprooted, unconscious for a long time in a stand-alone position at home, making Marwah re-awakened without anyone helping her.

Pening still ruled his head, his body felt crumpled, his cheeks were still hot, when he saw the image of himself in the window of furniture, chaotic, chaotic, that was all that came to his mind as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Blood dried at the corners of her lips, the scars of her husband's palms are still clearly drawn on both cheeks, a swollen face that was flooded with tears, it is sad to see how she is today.

Only to the Khaliq, Marwah dared to complain about all the feelings that squeezed in the chest, the tears that were hard to hold, back to sip, the clear circle could not be held back, and again broke on the prayer mat, place prostrated.

The day changed, it had been almost a week since the quarrel that morning, Sudrajad did not return home, either sleeping where, practically no income from her husband, relying only on her own income.

This afternoon after his return Marwah ironed in a neighboring house, in front of his house parked the latest motorcycle output, and heard the sound of laughter of a woman.

"Assalamualaikum," said Marwah when entering his house, and seen Sudrajad was with a woman, sitting next to the body gesture indicating that they have a relationship.

"Just come home, what kind of wife, husband came home just glared, take a drink, sweet iced tea, two."

Without giving an answer, Marwah went inside, making drinks for her husband and guests.

"Astagfirulloh, Sir! what did father do? if you want to play girls please, but do not mess this house with your behavior, sir!"

Marwah was so shocked to see her husband doing something indecent, with his girlfriend, as he delivered drinks for them.

"Surely, I will leave here, I am also fed up with a poor life, I just want to take my clothes home," Sudrajad stepped into the room to pack his things.

"If you want to remarry, please divorce me first," trembling Marwah demanded a clear status from her husband.

"Okay, from today, you are Nusaibah Marwah bint Subroto Atmojo, I'm three talak, we are no longer husband and wife."

"God, why do you have the same heart as your wife, Sudrajad?" , yelled RT from the door.

"You are indeed a jerk, irresponsible man, stop you from this village," shouted RT, while pushing Sudrajad to fall.

"Mom, you don't have to interfere in my family's affairs, take care of the family by yourself," Sudrajad's shout was no less loud than with Ms. RT.

"I need to interfere, because my citizen Marwah, you during marriage with Marwah always live as you own, irresponsible men like you, better immediately leave from here, before I call the citizens and the linmas, to ngusir you," at length Bu RT poked Sudrajad with enough words to make his blood boil.

"Okay, okay, I'm gonna get out of here, and I'm never gonna set foot in this slum again" as soon as I say that, Sudrajat left his 15-year-old home with Marwah and her children.

After the death of Sudrajad and his girlfriend, Ms. RT just realized, if Marwah had been lying unconscious, with blood flowing from her temple, maybe hit when the woman who was struggling fell.

"Astagfirullohalazim, Marwah...."

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How the story of Marwah next, wait for the next episode.