Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Contrition

In that vast room, the air was no longer fresh. The existing stuffy and cause noticeable tightness. Nadia is haunted by the ceiling of the room that has always been her net friend when she needs a soft view.

He breathed repeatedly he exhaled. To put off the sadness that spreads in the chest. Turning to the right looked at the window where he let go three children who he had been foster for five years.

"Ulturbate, Nadia! Start your own life," he murmured to himself. He flipped his body again. The laughter of the three children managed to drop her tears. Nadia quickly rubbed it. This has been his decision.

"There's no need to think about them anymore, Nadia. Not necessarily they think of you either." Nadia sat up. The trajectories of events as he gathered with them, crammed into his mind.

Nadia went to the bathroom, took ablution and performed sunah two rakaat before performing Dzuhur prayer. Khusyuk he dhikr, not tired to be able to forget the sadness of his heart. Nadia took the Qur'an and opened the scripture and read it.

The murottal chanting cools the hearts of anyone who hears it. The sweet and soft voice of Nadia stung the faith of the owner of a pair of ears that eavesdrop. Uncle Harith who had just arrived, he immediately went to Nadia's room. Intentions want to calm the woman so as not to dissolve in sadness.

However, it turns out that it was not Nadia who needed a tranquilizer. It is his heart that really needs. He leaned against the wall near the door of Nadia's room, especially listening to Nadia chant verse by verse from the Divine Calam.

Uncle Harits closed his eyes, enjoying the beautiful sound from the room. Uncle Harits' whole life has never felt this kind of pleasure. Her tears were shed, her heart ached considering how far she was from God. There was a feeling of inappropriateness in him, inferior.

How could she claim to be the future husband of a woman close to her Lord? As for him, it was just a bastard who never knew who his God was.

Uncle Harith hurriedly wiped his tears, he moved quickly and entered his own room as Nadia finished her reading. He did not want the woman to find him eavesdropping.

Remembering the voice of I saw the Adhan of Dzuhur echoing throughout the city, there was a deep desire to perform worship.

"Huh .. bismillah!" Uncle Harits got off the couch and went into the bathroom. This is the function of a water faucet in the bathroom. For wudhu.

While imagining the manner of ablution that Nadia taught, Harith's uncle fumbled at her memory. In his heart doubted whether his way of ablution was right? But he knows that Allah is Forgiving. Uncle Harith continued ablution, unlike Nadia who would mutter reciting her readings. Already recalling the order correctly, he had already profited.

Uncle Harith opened the closet, opened a box and pulled it out. This is the function of a glove given Aunt workers at her home every week before Lebaran. To be used to face God.

Uncle Harits held a prayer rug. Not forgetting he saw Kompas first, afraid of misdirection. Peci, koko, and the sarong she was wearing were all gifts from the old woman who worked at her home.

Waitaminute! Something he forgot. Uncle Harith took the laptop, and he put it beside him, standing up to pray. Looking for prayer procedures and audio readings. Uncle Harith who does not know what people worship like, he is like a baby who has just been born.

Learn to listen first. With the audio guidance he played, Harith's uncle established the prayer. His heart cried bitterly until it broke into tears. He fell down on the prayer mat, begging the Lord for forgiveness. How despicable he was who had never prostrated himself in life. How arrogant and arrogant he who, while breathing, does not want to know his Lord.

It was a special time for the return of a servant to the way of truth. Harith's uncle meditated, counting the sins he had accumulated during his life. Decompose all the favors that God has given as long as he is away from Him.

"O Allah .how far I am from you, and how close you are to me. I cannot see You, but I am not blind. I cannot hear Your call, but I am not deaf. I have never mentioned Your name, but I am not mute. O Allah .. Will You forgive the sins that I have committed in my life? I feel ashamed .. shy-"

"Then for always enjoying Your gifts, but never wanting to know Your heart. Lead me to your path. I don't want the pain of death torturing me. Forgive me, O Allah .. forgive me!"

Uncle Harith dissolves in true repentance, weeping regretting his life which never did worship. The sins that he committed during his life, came and filled his head. If the law of God is paid in cash, he can no longer enjoy his life.

Without him knowing, taking Nadia with him was God's will. The way for him to begin to know who his God is. A contemptible self that is only formed from a lump of clay that is given life and a chance to live.

Nadia came out of the room after performing Dzuhur prayer. He wanted to go to the kids' house and play with them all.

"Sir Nadia, we have lunch first, yuk!" take Rima who immediately took Nadia's hand to the dining room. There was already a Winda there who helped Aunt tidy up the food.

"Son Harits has come?" ask Nadia. He sat in his chair and stared at the chair that uncle Harith used to sit in, empty.

"Master is not used to eating immediately after traveling. Miss can eat first" said Bibi who heard Nadia's question. He nodded and began to eat with Winda and Rima.

There was no more sad look shown by the two women who accompanied him to eat it. By seeing Nadia in the dining room and eating together, they can already forget the sadness that occurred in the morning.

"Mother Nadia wants to go to the kids' house? I'm coming with." Winda.

"I am too." Rima followed. Nadia smiled and continued to move on.

The three women gasped and halted their steps when they saw Harith's uncle standing with a large suitcase beside him.

"Can you leave us?" pinta Harith's uncle on the two women who were with him. Both nodded and left. Uncle Harith approached Nadia who was glued to her place.

"Sister .. will go? Where to?" The voice of the woman before him shook withstanding the cry. He bit his lips with his head bowed as the sadness he just described came back to the surface. His eyes were heating up, and the water had pooled at the end.

Uncle Harith smiled, nailing a gaze at the warm bead of the woman who had been residing as the queen in his heart.

"I ...."