Safaries

The safarah 10

" You deserve to be happy, Safarah. Continue your life. Soon I'll take care of our divorce papers. Find someone who truly loves and loves you. Look for a man who is not afraid to oppose his mother. Forget about a guy like me who can't make you happy."

I could only cry and cry lamenting my love story.

" Mad, get out of here.your wife's waiting at home." My ink is weak. Although my heart and mind are not in line, but our relationship has run aground since ijab qabul mas Virhan and Fatimah.

Virhan rubbed my head and then turned away from me, leaving me in a weakness that had no edges.

***

After two days of hospitalization, I was finally able to go home. Nadia put on her body again. " Nad, I promise I'll always remember your services until I die." I said in my heart.

The taxi was waiting, and Nadia led me into the taxi.

Throughout the journey I could only be silent. So many lessons I learned from every ordeal that hit my life.

The taxi stopped in front of the cafe. We down. After paying for a taxi, we rushed in.

" Want to rest?" Ask Nadia to me.

I just nodded with a smile.

" Remember mbak! Don't mind much. If mbak has healed, we manage this cafe together. We look for a useful activity and can bring muan. Later if the taste is already a lot, we buy a house according to our dreams, spirit!! " Said Nadia.

I smiled leaving Nadia.

" sir .. If the wound has healed...Ma'am will prove to the world that she is a strong and strong woman." My inner roar is piteous.

I chose to lie in bed. My body is still weak. My phone has been on the table for a few days.

Appearance is completely ambiguous. Even the clothes I was wearing were like the clothes of the person I borrowed for profanity.

" God..How long will it take for me to heal?" I also shed my tears.

***

I looked in the living room. I'm looking at the album on my phone. The album contains a photo of Safarah and myself.

Safarah with all her patience. Safarah with all its goodness and obedience.

Only here can I calmly look at his face. Only on this phone still keeps everything about Safarah.

As per my promise to Safarah, I have already filed a divorce lawsuit with the court. In this way, Safarah can determine his life plan. My task is done accompanying Safarah, although in every prostration I always ask to be reunited with Safarah someday. It's impossible, but I believe in the power of prayer.

That afternoon, when I had just taken the virginity of Fatimah, just that afternoon we felt the heaven of the world as a couple. A call came in, and it turned out to be from Nadia. Nadia reports that Safarah has fainted, and she panics who to ask for help.

Without further ado I left Fatimah who was still in bed. I didn't even ask Fatimah for permission. I left him with the questions that came to his mind.

Rushing I put on my clothes and immediately drove my car towards the Safarah cafe. Sure enough, my Safarah passed out.

His face paled, his lips dry, even his hair was disheveled,.

I carried my Safarah, but her body no longer held any weight.

I'm taking Safarah to the clinic. Safarah I was dehydrated, since coming home from my mother's house, watching us get married, Safarah did not eat and drink.

Nadia said, Safarah chose to lock herself in the room.

" I'm sorry I'm Safarah..."

I light a cigarette, I suck and I exhale deeply.

Should I defy mom to bring back Safarah's smile?

I don't know....

Fatimah greeted me with a sour face when I just came home from the clinic. He didn't even ask at all.

" Fatimah's... If you're hard, maybe I can be harder. Safarah is not like that in facing me. Safarah will be water if I become fire."

" Dad..."

Fatimah's call surprised me. I quickly closed my phone.

" What's up?" My question's short.

" Can I talk?"

" Can. Sit down."

" Where are you from?"

" I was silent, confused to be honest or even lie. If I'm honest, Fatimah will be hurt. If I lie, there will be many more lies that I will often do.

" Is there a problem with Safarah?" Guess Fatimah.

" Mad Safarah is sick?"

" Yes."

" What pain?"

" It's healing now."

" Can I go see him?"

I shook my head, "no need for Fatimah. What Safarah needs right now is to heal his wounds. She doesn't need us, doesn't need me or you anything else, mama." I clearly.

Fatimah fell silent. There may be a little bit of his heart that is clouded by my words. But it's better if it's just a little. And Safarah? Not just his heart, his whole life was hurting because of my mom.

From this moment on I promise to stay away from Safarah's life. It's hard at the beginning, but I believe it would be easy if it was intended.

Staying away from Safarah does not mean forgetting to pray. The name Safarah did not escape the prayer I mentioned. I could not take care of him, so through the path of the heavens I asked that Allah himself take care of him, I also prayed for Safarah to always be cheap, long life, healthy always, and always, and I asked for a second chance so that someday we would be reunited, even though our hair was both white, or our bodies were beginning to wrinkle. But I hope my prayers are answered by God. I want to change my eight-year wound with me to eight happy years for the rest of my life.

***

Not felt, the age of my marriage with Fatimah has run six months.

Our home life is normal. Mama and Fatimah have never been involved in a dispute. They get along like glue and stamps. My personal needs were met well by Fatimah. There was nothing bad in my eyes, Fatimah was almost perfect, slowly I began to open my heart to her. Not a hundred percent yet but it's much better than nothing.

The position of Safarah is still enthroned in its place.

***

Hoover.huek...

It sounded like people were vomiting from the bathroom.

Tok.dok...

" Fatimah..." Call me.

But there is no word from the owner of the name.

I waited for the master to come out, standing agitatedly. Fatimah is a hardy woman, never sick. The fastest is just the common cold.

The bathroom door opened. Fatimah walked while holding her stomach,

" what are you?"

He just shook his head weakly, "no."

His voice was weak, his face was also a little pale, "we go to the Doctor?"

" No need, ma'am."

He chose to sit on the side of the bed while covering his face.

Confused, I finally asked my mother for help.

Mama is still busy watering her plants in the back garden. Ever since I married Fatimah, my mom has a new hobby, which is farming. It seemed like her beloved daughter-in-law, had the same hobby as her.

" Ma." I patted mom's shoulder.

Mama's a little surprised, "hasn't left for work?"

" Not yet."

" Well, what do you want? Ask for pocket money?"

" No, ma. Fatimah is sick."

" What pain? Where now?" Mama directly put the kingpin (alay like a large kettle that fi use to water the plant).

" In the room."

Mana went straight into room u, found Fatimah who lowered her head while poking her forehead.

" What are you doing, nduk?"

" Dizziness, nausea ma." Reply Fatimah.

Mama's eyes twinkled, even now mama smiled happily. Anek! His daughter-in-law is very happy.

" Nduk.. lest-don't..kamu ..."

Hayo...who knows?