Sebatang Kara's...

Returning...

He is the man I have longed for, my husband. I thought he would be defeated by his own ego. I thought he'd never come see us here. If he gets here tomorrow, I'll go back to my village, the village of Landia.

I carried my daughter Syakira to the living room to meet my husband who was sitting chatting with the Raka bang.

" When comes the bang?", asked me while regretting it.

" Just the deck" he said, smiling at me.

" Your phone can't be called, I'm afraid you're okay, so I'll come here to see you" he explained.

I thought he came because he missed us, apparently not, but nothing, the important thing is that he still remembers us, I said in my heart.

I gave my daughter Syakira to my husband's lap.

" The old cradle bang, let me make a drink and a snack" I said as I passed away to the kitchen.

" What is the situation of Khadijah's brother?", Izal asked Raka.

" Thank God be well, I happened to be helping him take care of our baby earlier, when you came, soon Khadijah will be here" answered Raka.

" Have you been on the deck for a long time?", asked Khadijah to Izal.

" Just brother, how are you?", asked Izal.

" Alhamdulillah healthy deck, this is all thanks to the help of the deck Ani, he helped me care for me while in the hospital, while bang Raka works in the office ", said Khadijah.

" Thank God you're okay" Izal said.

"Please drink the tea and eat the snacks" I said with a smile and sat next to my husband.

" Thank you deck, help brother" said brother Khadijah while smiling at me.

" Don't thank me brother, we are family, we should have helped each other and loved each other" I said with a smile on my face.

We talked until Maghrib arrived. After adzan magrib. I rushed to our bedroom to pick up ablution and Maghrib prayers in the room.

Khadijah and her husband Raka rushed to their bedroom. While my husband, was sitting relaxed in the tv room while playing his phone.

" Aren't you praying?", I asked.

" Ntar again, again nanggung nih SMS an sama temen work", he answered while busy playing his phone.

I just kept quiet to see his behavior. I think he has turned into a better person and is getting deeper into the science of Islam, it turns out the same.

In the past, when my father-in-law had just died, he turned completely into a devout Muslim who worshiped and feared Allah SWT, but it was only temporary. Now his behavior is getting worse.

Only then did I realize that he was of such nature, very selfish, and always looking for perfection, when nothing is perfect in this world, only Allah is Most Perfect.

I tried many times to remind her, but it didn't work until now. Finally, I let it go, maybe that's what makes him happy.

Sometimes what we see from the outside is good, not necessarily good in it. May Allah SWT move your heart to be a devout Muslim to Allah and his Messenger, and love me for who I am, before this love is lost swallowed up by the pain you give me, I said in my heart as I passed leaving her to our bedroom.

I played with my daughter, at the age of nine months, my daughter was able to stand up and walk slowly with my help. To be honest, I'm still afraid my daughter will fall if I let her walk on her own.

After playing for a while, I carried my daughter towards the kitchen to pick up some food for us to eat tonight.

I feed my daughter first, after my daughter is full, then I have dinner. After eating, I rushed to the living room to meet my husband.

" So you want to have dinner now?", I asked after sitting in the chair next to his left.

" Ntar again yes, brother is not hungry, you just rest first, I will take it myself", he said without seeing me one bit, he only paid attention to his phone.

What he did with that phone. If I could throw away that phone, I would feel happy and happy, so that she could look at me again like before, if we were inside, she wouldn't mind her phone, but now, just look at me, look at me, he doesn't want to.

I got up from my seat and walked towards Khadijah's room.

" Wa alaikum greetings deck, go inside" said Khadijah after opening the door to his room.

" I think, brother is asleep, ooh yes, bang Raka who's sister's baby name?", I asked.

" Bang Raka gave Rizvan Aditya the name of the deck, good not according to Adek?", he asked me.

" If the name that his own father loves, well good donk brother" I said with a smile on him.

" Have your husband eaten dinner?", he asked.

" Not brother, he said not hungry, later he took it himself ", I said briefly.

" You who are patient on the deck, may your husband get guidance from Allah SWT" said brother Khadijah while holding my hand.

" I'm just afraid brother, if he changes when I'm already giving up and tired, if it's like that, I won't hesitate to leave him and go far away, and I will take care of my daughter alone, God willing, I will strive to be strong and strong in the face of this test of life", I said, holding back my tears from coming out, because I didn't want to, my daughter saw me crying.

" Never give up the deck, rest assured of the power of God, keep praying that your husband will change as well as he did before, and you will be happy to be happy, if you are happy too ", he said while hugging me tightly.

" I've come to my senses, if all the good he's done to me is a mask to cover up his ugliness, and I've come to realize that he never loved me. Ooh yes sis, I should go to my room first yes sis to rest and put Syakira to sleep", I said with a smile on her.

" Okay my dear, stay upbeat and optimistic, brother will always support you" said Khadijah while smiling at me.

I rushed to our bedroom holding my daughter Syakira.

Once inside the room, I put my daughter Syakira who was already sleepy from earlier. Not long after, when my daughter was asleep, my husband went into the room.

I was silent and did not care about his presence. I hurried to pull my blanket to sleep with my daughter.

I knew he wanted to talk to me, but I pretended I didn't know and I didn't want to talk to him.

That's a bad trait I have, stubborn. If I'm tired, I won't care about anyone else, other than my beloved daughter, Syakira.

As I began to fall asleep, I felt my husband's hands hugging my body from behind. I let it go, because I'm so sleepy.

Without further ado, she stretched out my body, and began to kiss me and fondle me. I didn't return her kisses and fondling, but I let her do anything to me, because she's still my husband, and I'm obliged to serve her, without any taste.

After she channeled her passion to me, I opened my eyes and rushed towards the bathroom that was in this room to clean my body.

After coming out of the bathroom, I put my clothes back on and slept next to my daughter and I slept behind her.

The night passed, and the morning came. As usual, I did my usual activities. After mandatory bathing, I carry out my duties as a Muslim who obeys Allah SWT. After that, I rushed to the kitchen to cook food for us to eat this morning, since my daughter was still sleeping.

Finished cooking the food, I washed the dirty cookware and the dishes we had used last night.

After that, I cleaned my aunt's house, to make it clean and comfortable.

I do this household chores with pleasure, for it is my duty as a housewife, although not in my own home.

I rested for a while on the porch while looking at the person passing by in front of this house.

" Dek, today we go back to Medan, yes, you pack up", said my husband while sitting on the right seat.

" I don't want to go home with you to Medan, I just want to be here with Khadijah's brother" I said, wanting to see his reaction.

" Are you not ashamed to burden others?", he said, looking at me intently.

As I fell silent, and got out of my seat, I walked into our bedroom to see my hysterically crying daughter.

Maybe daughter...

Seriate...