Rainbow At The End of Longing

4. Mothers Talk

"Which mom, Pa?" ask me to Papa Surya who was sitting relaxing on the porch of the house, accompanying Keinan to play.

"To the greengrocer in the front alley. Why the hell, Shof?" papa Surya replied and asked me again.

"Well, I'm leaving, yeah. Want to nitip sweet corn. I want to make cornbread," I replied a little irritatingly.

"Yes, follow it there. Mama's mum is still there, too" said Papa Surya.

"Yes. I sucked Mama first huh, Pa. Titip Keinan for a moment," I said later.

"OKAY. Take it easy, Kei let Papa take care," replied Papa Surya.

"Yes, Pa. Thanks though. Brother, brother same Opa first, yes. Mommy wants to nyusulin Oma to the vegetable for a while," my message to Keinan.

"Yes, Bun. Careful, yes," Keinan replied.

"Ready, sister. Assalamu'alaikum," I said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Papa Surya and Keinan answered simultaneously.

I then rushed to immediately catch up with Mama Wulan who was shopping at the vegetable maker who used to hang out in the alley in front of our housing complex.

Not long after that I was almost at the place where the vegetable maker used to go. From a distance I could see the vegetable cart that was surrounded by several mothers who wanted to shop for vegetables, including Mama Wulan as well.

But suddenly my steps stopped not far from the crowd of mothers on the vegetable cart as soon as I heard the words of one of the mothers.

"Bu Wulan, until now his son still hasn't met either huh, Mom?" ask a blue-hooded mother.

"Unfortunately not, Mom," replied Mama Wulan.

I stopped my steps and deliberately stood beside the electric pole, slightly hiding my body from the crowd of mothers who were turning their backs on me.

"Duh, who is patient, Miss Wulan," the rich blue-hooded mothers were concerned.

"Yes, Mom. Thanks," Mama Wulan replied.

"But Miss Wulan, sorry-sorry before. If it's not wrong, Miss Wulan was once the widow of one child, right?" ask the mothers who wear batik negligee.

Deg.

I was a little jolted at the question of mothers who wear the batik negligee. I can also see Mama Wulan was also surprised for a moment, although quickly Mama can regain control of herself.

"Yes, Mom. But why a widow? What matters is his attitude and personality. Besides, if you can choose, who would want to be a widow? No one wants to, right, Mom?" mama Wulan answered and asked the opinions of the mothers.

"Yes too, Miss Wulan. But it is usually someone who has become a widow that often brings bad luck loh Bu to the people around him," said mothers berkaster flowers.

"Well yes, I mean it was like that too, Miss Wulan. Let alone the accident that befell the Clouds because of the bad luck and misfortune brought by the ex-Mum Wulan who is a widow again, Mom?" added the mothers berdaster batik earlier.

I closed my mouth in surprise to hear the words of the two mothers of the pastor.

'O Allah, astaghfirullah hal adzim, ' I said in my heart.

"Mom, in this world there is no such thing as bad luck and bad luck because of someone. Everything that happens to us has been outlined by Allah Subhanahu wata'ala from the beginning. Even since we were in the womb. Do mothers not believe in God's destiny? All our ways are written in the book of Lauhul Mahfudz, Ma'am. So there is no such thing as bad luck and bad luck because of someone. What happened, what we experienced, it was all a fate line from Allah Subhanahu wata'ala for us," Mama Wulan refused in a firm tone.

"But, ma'am, there really is such a thing, ma'am. There is also a lot of evidence," said the mothers berkaster flowers are still a little ngeyel.

"Yes, Mom. Thats enough. I know best what my daughter-in-law is. And the problem of the accident incident experienced by the Cloud, it is all the destiny of Allah Subhanahu wata'ala. Not because of the bad luck and misfortune brought by my daughter-in-law," said Mama Wulan again.

I wiped away the tears that had already flowed down both of my cheeks. I then turned my body and walked away from the electric pole where I was standing just now to return home.

I paused my intention to catch up with Mama Wulan. I don't think I'll be able to hear more of the talk of mothers who seem to corner me. Although Mama Wulan firmly defended me, but I did not want to be the mind that would eventually affect the condition of this fetus that I was carrying. That's why I chose to go back home

🍁🍁🍁

"Assalamu'alaikum," I greet as soon as I enter the courtyard of the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Papa Surya and Keinan who were still on the porch of the house.

"Well, Shofi? How come back? Doesn't it suck your mom to the greengrocer in front?" ask Papa Surya wonder.

"Come on, Pa. But suddenly I don't want any more corn. So yes," I replied.

"I went inside first yeah, Pa. Thirsty, want to drink first," I said then to Papa Surya.

"Oh, no pa-pa. You go in first," replied Papa Surya.

"Sister, Mother goes inside first, yes," I said to Keinan as well.

"Okay, Mother," replied Keinan.

I then stepped inside the house.

🍁🍁🍁

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Mama Wulan as soon as she got home.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Papa Surya and Keinan together.

"Why again? Coming home from shopping at the greengrocer's face so wry?" asked Papa Surya when he saw Mama Wulan's face that looked upset.

"Fuck you, Pa. Cook the mothers at the greengrocer on a no-holds-barred talk," replied Mama Wulan, annoyed.

"What the hell is that talking about?" ask Papa Surya curiously.

Mama Wulan seemed to pursed her lips while sniffing towards Keinan who was engrossed in playing on the floor. Papa Surya understood the meaning of his wife. He couldn't tell because Keinan was there.

"Oh. Yes, it will be, if so," said Papa Surya.

"This is what makes Mama do not like shopping at the vegetable maker. The mothers who shop at the vegetable maker like to ghibah and talk about people who do not," complained Mama Wulan while sitting herself in the chair next to Papa Surya.

"Yes, tomorrow you don't have to shop at the greengrocer anymore. Let Papa or Bik Sani just go directly to the market," said Papa Surya provide a solution.

Mama Wulan nodded her head in response. An annoyed look was still visible on Mama Wulan's face at this moment.