Reunion After

Reason

Pov: Widya's

I bow my head very low. Longer than usual. Ask Allah that later when I am called in the state of husnul khotimah, repent, and remain in Islam. Yeah, I'm doing lail prayers.

Crying in one third of the night and asking the Creator that I be strengthened in living my household destiny. You guys want to know what's going on?

My name is Widyasari, I'm 40 years old, a woman who can be said to still stink with widow status. My husband is not a role model man I can make a priest in my household boat. If the problem used to be that I was negligent of responsibility, then the reason I split up three years ago is because he could already be willing to love her.

People say, women who separate from their men will be very depressed to change their circumstances. The mentality of those women would become extremely shattered when it was lost. Did ya?

Me, I don't feel that way. Instead, my heart feels relieved. The heavy and full burden that was once urgent has now fallen. It is not easy to live a life with a man who is negligent of responsibility.

I, alone, slam bones enough for all the needs of my family and my own child. My husband, who had become unemployed, was overwhelmed with his condition. Is idle and enjoys his free time.

What if my man doesn't have money? Request me. Why is it difficult if you still have a wife who is an active worker?

The reason to stay is to think of my son. I hope there will be a guidance from God that comes to me. Unfortunately, my husband is getting crazy.

We split the island because my parents told him to ask his brother for a job. Why not ask a close brother for help?

Already, that's what we've done. It's just that my husband always complained that his job was a little difficult. Finally my parents who had lost their patience told him to return to the origin.

Again I hope that he will change and take responsibility for our little family. This thought is wrong! Not a guide who approached him, but vice versa. A disaster came to hit our ship.

He was having an affair with a woman. That's when I realized, that all this time who tried to keep our anchor tied when the waves get bigger, was only one party. To make the anchor rope break and hurt each other.

I don't blame anyone here. The only thing that got me down was my son's anger. I don't know what's on his mind, anyway our farewell is purely my fault. That's thinking.

"Mama doesn't love you, Father. Always demanding that you have a lot of money! That's why my father left because he couldn't stand Mamah!" Such was the reaction of Gandi, my sixteen year old son.

Every speech Gandi always remembered when lonely approached. I say do'a so that he is always given health, happiness, luck, longevity, and other good things. Such is a mother, still praying even though her heart was wounded.

*

"Assalamu'alaikum," a person sighed in front of my house.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." I went to the door and saw who was coming.

"Shophi? Oh my God, how are you?" I hugged my best friend. We started with SD. Long time no see makes me miss things about him.

"Thank God, Good Wid. You alone?" askinya.

I let him into the house. Ask Shofi to sit down. Banun knocks on the door connected to my clinic to ask what do you want to make drinking?

"Please buy me some iced tea with the kebabs, Nun. My best friend loved that food. Buy it for Gandi and the employees." I gave money to Banun.

I remember very well my best friend's favorite one. We share stories about life. He was sad to hear my home story.

"I almost forgot." Shofi took out an invitation from inside his bag. Then hand it to me.

I read the invitation slowly. It was an invitation to an Junior High reunion. This is only the first time a reunion has been held after graduation decades ago.

"Throw a lot" he said, chuckling.

"I come when you attend, too," replied the woman who still looked young.

I thought for a second. Reunion, meeting with old friends we rarely meet. Want to hear from them. But there are also worries.

Many made the reunion a meeting to boast of what they now have. I'm the laziest when dealing with a model like this. The problem is, my Junior High School was my favorite Junior High School. So, know for yourself what it will be like?

Showing off wealth and power will happen there. But, I also want to hear from the others? Should I come?

"Woi ..., even daydreaming!" Shofi broke my daydream.

"Let me tell you, huh!"

"Come in, Wid. There is a mas that you know ..," he persuaded.

I scrunched my forehead while holding a smile, mas it? Wh who? Thought. Turns out Gandi noticed my movements. His face was instantly sour as he greeted Shofi.

"It's Gandi? God, Nang. That's pretty handsome, anyway." Shofi is fascinated by my son's charm.

I admit, Gandi's good looks came down from his father. "This is Gandhi, remember Nang? This is Aunt Shofi. Mama Dirga."

Gandhi only showed a flat and unfriendly expression on his face. He just left. Shofi was surprised to see him, yes, because he knew how Gandi.

Banun delivered us food. Shofi who really likes the two foods immediately ate it.

"You're my best sabahat, Wid."

I just laughed a little. Banun said that there are three pregnant patients and I should check immediately. Shofi told me to hurry to serve my patients.

"This is where the fetus is still breech huh, Miss Nina? I refer ya? Mother's gestational age has been seven months more," I told the first patient.

"If handled by Ms Widya herself can not, Mom? I'm parno if I have to go to the hospital" replied Ms. Nina.

I shook my head. There are many risks when a breech delivery occurs. Especially at the stake of life. My answer remains the same even though the patient whines. It's for their own good.

"Not to be afraid, Mom. My doctor is my friend. The problem, besides the position of the breech mother's fetus, it turns out that lately the mother's tension is high."

I read carefully the status of my patients. After the patient finally agreed, I continued the examination of other patients.

While I was serving my patients, it turned out that Gandi was abducting something to Shofi. This I know when my best friend told me about Gandi.

"Kok I feel, Gandi is like blaming you for your separation?" ask Shofi.

I'm nodding. "She doesn't know why I asked her to leave her father."

Shofi hugged me, "Why not be honest?"

I shook my head. "He's been hurt a lot. I can't possibly reveal it now."

"What are you hiding from me?"

Gandi appeared from behind me making us jump in shock.