Sebatang Kara's...

Slender..

Time passes quickly. I don't think my daughter is nine months old.

I filled my days as a housewife as usual.

During these few months, I learned to sew clothes by self-taught by using a used manual sewing machine that I bought with the remaining inheritance money given by my uncle.

I passed the day feeling lonely, there was no more warmth or affection from my husband. He busies himself by working and getting together with his co-workers.

He approached me, only wanting to channel his sexual desires, and I never returned his fondness, for I was numb to see his behavior.

Just because of a trivial problem, the consequences were very painful, even though I had repeatedly apologized and persuaded him, so that our relationship returned to what it used to be, but all in vain.

Only then did I realize what his true nature was, meaning that the good nature he had been doing all this time was just a mask to fool me. But, how else, rice has become porridge, we already have a daughter, and I don't want my daughter to feel the pain I felt when I was a child, she said, until I was an adult and married, the pain of not feeling the affection of my parents was very painful for me.

I set my heart, and tried to be at peace with myself, so that I would be more patient, steadfast, and strong in the face of this test of life.

After studying seriously, I was finally able to sew clothes according to the latest model that is booming today.

I displayed it in our living room, which had become my work space for sewing.

While the guest chair I partly moved to the tv room. My husband doesn't comment, he just enjoys it and doesn't care what I do.

I have never told anyone of these wounds, only Allah SWT where I pour out my heart and where I ask for help.

Only Allah SWT can turn the heart of a servant whom he desires, may Allah make my husband aware of his mistake, for he has neglected me and his daughter.

Aamiin, my prayer whenever I bow down to God.

Today, I'm working on an order of red-colored dress, from my neighbor. I almost finished it yesterday, but since my daughter Syakira was a bit fussy, I stopped my work.

The blessing of my husband is enough for our daily needs, but I don't want to hang my life on him, because we don't know what will happen tomorrow.

I saved up little by little from the rest of the spending money and the stitching of clothes from my subscription. After finishing my work, I rushed towards the door of the house to deliver this order of my neighbor.

" Assalamualaikum Sis", I said, knocking on the door of his house.

" Wa alaikum greetings deck", he replied as he opened the door of his house.

" This is my brother, my sister's clothes are finished I sew" I said as I thrust the plastic containing her clothes.

" Wait a minute deck, sit here first, Brother try first, is it fit in the body of brother or is there still improvement" said brother Nur, my neighbor.

" Yes my sister, but do not be long, because my daughter is sleeping, afraid of waking up will immediately cry, if she does not see my face" I said with a smile.

" Yes the deck, sister ga long" he said as he passed away to his room.

A few minutes later, she met me in wearing the clothes I was sewing, and it looked very fitting and nice to wear.

"Silver satisfied with the results of your stitching deck, later Brother help promotion to friends Sister in the office yes, let adek subscriptions more ", then more adek ", he said with a smile and gave me three hundred thousand bills.

" Take the change of fifty thousand more for the purposes of adek, Brother sincerely love deck" he said with a smile to me.

" Thank you very much, brother, may Allah SWT bestow the sustenance of brother and sister's family" I said with a smile on her.

" Both deck, adek also yes, and still the spirit yes", he said as if he knew my bath problem.

I said goodbye to him and walked towards our house which was not far away.

When I was inside the house, I heard my phone ringing. I was afraid that my daughter would wake up because of the sound of my phone, because I forgot to turn down the volume.

" Assalamualaikum deck" said Khadijah across the phone.

" Wa alaikum salam sak, how are you?", I asked.

" Alhamdulillah Brother is fine, now this brother is in the normal delivery room to give birth deck, at Binjai dek general hospital, sister to tell adek, adek, so that you can visit Brother here, please convey to our aunt yes deck", he said while grimacing in pain.

" Yes brother, insha Allah, we will come there to see Brother, strong brother yes, our prayers are with brother ", I said haru.

I ended our conversation by saying positive words as motivation for Khadijah.

After talking to Khadijah, I immediately called my husband who was working in the office, even though today was Sunday. I don't mind it, because since our old problems, so making his attitude turn ugly to me, he rarely spent his time off with us.

" Assalamualaikum Bang", I said doubtfully

" What did you call?", she asked me.

" So Khadijah called me to tell her that she was going to give birth in Binjai, and Khadijah asked us to come see her in Binjai City General Hospital ", I said afraid he was angry, because lately he likes to be angry about trivial things.

" Ooh.I didn't get there, you just went there yourself" he said, ending the conversation and turning off our phone.

I was silent and stunned to hear his words. I rushed to the bedroom to get ready to leave for Binjai city to visit my brother Khadijah.

I carried my sleeping daughter in a baby box, using a sling.

I told my sister-in-law to lock the door and tell her that I was away for three days using sign language of course.

I walked slowly with a big bag containing my clothes and my daughter and cash my savings were quite a lot, the result of my hard work sewing clothes so.

I intend to leave my Husband for the next few days, until he himself picks us up to Khadijah's sister's house.

I called a passing motorcycle rickshaw, when the driver stopped in front of me, I asked him to take me to the minibus counter majoring Binjai.

The motorbike rickshaw driver immediately drove his pedicab towards the minibus counter at medium speed.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the minibus counter. After paying the rickshaw fare, I rushed into the counter to buy a ticket.

The rickshaw driver helped me carry my subordinate's big bag into the counter, maybe he felt sorry for me who was struggling to hold my sleeping daughter in my arms.

After a few minutes of marriage, the minibus leaves for the town of Binjai. During the two-hour drive, we finally arrived in Binjai city, and I asked the minibus driver for help to lift me directly to the public hospital.

The minibus driver immediately drove the car to the public hospital, because according to him, my business is very urgent, to come first.

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of Binjai public hospital. After saying thank you, I brought my big bag that had been taken down by the minibus driver to the hospital lobby.

Since it was already noon, I felt very hungry, my daughter had also woken up, so I took my foot to the hospital canteen next to this hospital.

I left my bag to the owner of the cafeteria, after paying for the food I had eaten with my daughter, probably because I was too hungry, so that in a short time, we finished the food like a fidelity, hehe.

I rushed to the hospital lobby, and asked the name of the patient named Khadijah.

When the hospital attendant checked my name, someone called my name.

" Aanii.!", he said half shouting.

I turned my body around and saw who called my name, and I was very surprised to see it and I ....

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