Sebatang Kara's...

The deep sorrow...

I also held the previous to check his pulse which turned out to be no more pulses.

" Kira keep it adek yes, Mama want to call our neighbor Aunt Goddess" I said as I rushed to the door of our house and ran towards the house sister Dewi.

" Sister Goddess", call me.

" Yes deck, what is it?", he asked.

" Come to my house, brother, please check with my sister-in-law" I said while pleading with her, because she works as a nurse at a private hospital in the city of Medan.

" Let's deck" he said as he hurried towards our house.

A few minutes later, we were already inside my sister-in-law's room.

I saw Sister Dewi checking her heart rate and pulse of my sister-in-law.

" Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un" said the sister Dewi while covering her entire body with a blanket on her body.

We cried simultaneously knowing that my sister-in-law was dead.I rushed to pick up my phone to call my husband.

" Bang, quickly go home, Marni's sister's disease relapsed again" I said lying after our cell phone network was connected, for fear that she was panicking and in a hurry to drive her car.

" Yes, I'm going home now" he said, turning off our cell phone.

A few minutes later, the neighbors came to our house. The body of my sister-in-law has been buried in the living room, so that mourners are easier to serve.

The plan, my sister-in-law will be buried in a public cemetery some distance from this housing complex.

A few minutes later, my husband arrived at our house in astonishment.

" What is this?", he asked in a high tone.

" You are patient, son, your sister has returned to Rahmatullah" said the head of the housing complex's neighborhood.

My husband rushed still into the house and found his sister's body that had been stretched stiff on the mattress.

He cried sobbing to see his sister's body. We cried sobbing to see the body of my sister-in-law, as well as my daughter Syakira.

" It is better that your sister's body is immediately bathed and forgiven, so as not to be buried" said one of the ustadz.

" Yes son, this is all already taqdir from Allah SWT, we must sincerely accept it with spacious and steadfast, if the matter of equipment for the mayor, is already available in our STM union, we are, so you don't have to worry " said one of our neighbors.

" Yes ma'am, how good it is, we leave everything to you" my husband said, wiping his tears.

Time passed, my sister-in-law's body was finished being buried, and tonight we immediately held a Yasin wire for my sister-in-law's late home.

I still remember our last conversation in the hospital.

I thanked her for helping me with my housework, and I apologized to her, if we couldn't make her happy, and she said it was okay, because of her

doing it sincerely, he said using sign language, we embraced while crying sobbing in the hospital room.

My tears flowed as I remembered everything we did together.

Likewise, my daughter always remembers her Tantenya who often takes care of her daily needs.

I saw my husband's sad face. Actually, I can't bear to see her grieving, but I don't know how to comfort her.

" Bang, eat first, since this afternoon, Brother has not eaten" I said while thrusting a plate of ramas rice in front of him.

" Sister isn't hungry on deck" he said, staring at the wall with blank eyes.

" Sister must eat, if you do not eat, then you will catch a cold or stomachache" I said persuading him while bribing him.

" Habib and Syakira, have you eaten?", he asked, chewing the food I had put into his mouth.

" Udah bang, now you have to finish the food, to be healthier and stronger" I said as I continued to feed him.

He smiled at my words, from all this time after his betrayal, only this time, I saw a sincere smile from him, just like the first time we met.

But, what to say, my heart has long been broken to pieces, until the love that used to exist, has been extinct without rest, maybe this is the taqdir that we have to live.

Love that claps one hand, will never succeed no matter what efforts we make, in the heart bang Izal there is only the name Mira, not my name, I said in my heart.

Time passed, days changed days, weeks changed months, it had been two months since the departure of my sister-in-law.

I was forced to hire a middle-aged woman to help me with homework, because I was having trouble selling at the sewing supply store I was starting.

" Yes son", he said as he walked over to me.

" Please help me clean the house, Mom, after drab clothes, because I still take care of Habib, so we can quickly go to our store" I said with a smile on her face.

" Yes, son, when it comes to homework, you take it easy, yes, I won't let you down", he said with a smile to me and went to the kitchen to clean it and wash the dirty cutlery and cookware.

After taking care of Habib and putting all his necessities for me to take to the store in a medium-sized bag.

I rushed to the bathroom to clean my body and change my clothes.

Right now, I'm wearing a maroon-red robe with a black pashmina hijab. After all the housework was done Bu Imah, we went out of the house simultaneously, because Bu Imah would go home to his house located seven houses from our house, I'm going to our shop.

Ever since the passing of my sister-in-law, I saw my husband's attitude change for me and our children, he seemed very considerate and caring to us, she said, he even took the time to pick up Syakira to school in his break time during the day, just delivered to our store.

In our shop, I was helped by a female worker who had just finished high school. He did not go to college, due to a lack of fees, so he intended to save up first in order to go to college.

" Assalamualaikum deck", I said after arriving in front of our shop, because I saw him sitting waiting for me in our shop.

" Wa alaikum salutations", she replied with a smile and helped me to open the door of our shop after I gave her the key to the shop door.

After the door opened, we went inside the store, and he started cleaning the store and tidying up our groceries.

I am very happy to see him working with all his heart and patience in serving the buyers. Our sales turnover is above five million rupiah per day on average, it is all His blessings and mercy to us, so that our business continues to run and succeed.

My husband reduced my spending money, from three million to one million, because of the proceeds from the store, I managed it.

The afternoon came, at this time, I was waiting for my husband to deliver my daughter Syakira from school.

A few minutes later, I saw my husband's car parked in front of our store.

I was speechless to see the woman he brought to our shop with my daughter Syakira and also her son.

For what bang Izal brought the jal* Ng woman here, I asked in my heart with a feeling of anxiety.

" Assalamualaikum" said my daughter, kissing my hand.

" Wa alaikum salam nak" I said as I stroked his head.

" Kira had lunch first yes inside the same sister Shakila", I said with a smile on her.

" Yes ma, anyways Kira is hungry ma" he said as he passed away heading into our shop.

We sat on the chairs on the terrace of our shop.

" What's the sales deck doing today?", asked my husband pleasantries to start our conversation.

" What does this mean you brought the Mira here", I asked impatiently.

" Gini dek, you want to explain something important to Adek" said my husband began the conversation.

" We've been married to Ani for a long time, and you have to accept me as your madam, because I'm pregnant bang Izal's child" she said, smiling triumphantly and stroking her stomach in front of me.

I was silent, for I had long known of my husband's betrayal, but why did this heart feel pain, when I had tried to be firm and close the door of my heart to bang Izal, what because lately, his attitude changed to me, so I started to expect more, how stupid I was, I think our relationship can still be improved and still be maintained, he said, I said in my heart as I looked at my husband's relaxed face without any guilt.

Maybe he is very happy, because his mistress is pregnant with her child, I said in my heart.

" Yes deck, you must be willing to accept Mira as your honey, and I will try to be fair to you" my husband said as he looked at my face.

"Are you guys done?", I asked.

" Yes deck, you want to accept Mira as your honeymoon" my husband said without guilt.

" I have to think about all the things I have to decide, just like when you proposed to me to get married, I thought about it for a week or so, because I don't want to make the wrong decisions in my life, and now, I also have to think carefully, so that I don't make the wrong decisions anymore, she said, and I hope you leave here right now, because I don't want my kids to know about this" I said as I walked into our store.

They left our store in my husband's inventory car.

I took my phone and sent my husband an SMS not to come home for a week, so I could think clearly and make the right decision for us, and he agreed.

I sat weakly on the floor of our shop, because I had no idea that our marriage would end at the age of nearly eight years.

What can be made, rice has become porridge, time cannot be repeated, this is the taqdir of Allah SWT that I must live.

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