Stupid Woman

The Heart that is Broken

After waking up from fainting, why did my tears just fall.Until all were amazed at me, I did not respond to the question that came to me.

I ignored all those who accompanied me as I slept in such intense pain.

I say goodbye to my father-in-law.

I packed my clothes and Fatih's, which I didn't bring a lot of change from the beginning.

The next day I left early in the morning.Jam showed at 4 am.Fatih who was still asleep I was carrying my bed, I say goodbye to my father-in-law.

"Why, so early in the morning you go nduk?!",

" It's okay, sir, deliberately let me get to Jakarta!", he said.

"Be careful!".

Without me noticing if my father-in-law was still asking me or enough questions

The tears did not feel hatched when I looked at Fatih in a sling.Entah what wrong I...

Until the station was still very quiet, it was obviously quiet because I was too early to get there.When the counter was opened I immediately ran over, he said,and stupidly I forgot my identity card.I begged the counter guard to let me - buy a ticket.But my efforts were in vain, any reason was rejected.

I looked at Fatih who was still asleep.

"Pity you, son!".

It was 08.00 in the morning, I remember Fatih had not had breakfast and had not changed clothes.I took it to the toilet and I changed clothes and diapers that were no longer able to accommodate his urine.

I sit Fatih on the bench of the canteen next to me.I feed Fatih chicken porridge is still warm, once he eats, hopefully Fatih can understand the condition of this mother.

I don't know why I still don't feel hungry or thirsty even the slightest bit of energy in my body even stronger, what because of the annoyance, hurt, anger, the extreme hatred, which makes me like this.

I put together another plan, after Fatih finished finishing his porridge.

I asked everyone I met, I asked if there was a bus leaving for Jakarta this morning.

After I met someone, again I believed in others too much even though I had just met,maybe he was a ticket scalper who might also be intending to help people who are confused like me, or just looking to benefit from the distress of others.

The father, who was probably about 45 years old, approached me.

" why ma'am?!, does it look like you're confused?!"ask him to me, and I don't know what the guy's name is, I don't really care about him.

"Yes, sir, I want to go to Jakarta, but I don't get a train ticket" I replied.

"Just get the bus, and I'll get the ticket!!",

" Yes, sir, thank you very much sir !",

It was easy for him to get a bus ticket for me.

Yes again I was hit by an accident, it turns out the bus I was riding was different from the ticket I bought.

Either way I have to go up and down the bus, because it has to pass here and there without any clarity, and what I receive is precisely the reason that always makes no sense in my opinion.

The driver and the kernet always behave badly when I ask why we have to pass here and there, and they only answer the important ones until jakarta ma'am.Yes I can only shut up,pray to get to Jakarta soon.

"I'm sorry your mother, son!!"

I kissed Fatih again in my arms.

The clock is at 01:00 in the morning.

I hugged Fatih tightly, because of the cold I felt piercing my bones.

Arriving in front of my sister-in-law's house, I was very, very grateful, he finally we arrived in Jakarta.

Heedless of my call, what I should be now and only prayer can I express to the Khalik.

I was pushed in by brother Dari, who grabbed Fatih from my sling.

I put my bag next to the sofa.

"Fatih ate Ran?!" ask me, though,

"Not brother!?", I replied,

"Why are you?" asked my sister-in-law Dari.

Yes my brother-in-law is Sundari.

I explained everything to my sister-in-law, maybe because I always felt close to her even though it was just communication by phone.

And of course with tears that I can't hold anymore.

Fatih and I cleaned myself, after that I fed Fatih, with great pleasure Fatih ate his food.

Again the roar of tears seemed to be in line with what I feel at this time.None of the chat, sms,wa that I sent to mas Dodi in reply.

My mind began to explore whether there was not the slightest sympathy for Dodi to me anymore, so that even his son was left alone, it was great that the evil woman possessed my husband's mind.

The next day Mas Dodi came to see me and told me honestly, that woman was better than me, it was me who always accompanied her from zero, I took care of Mas Dodi when he was sick, during the accident,when I turned him to Kamana too, to the bathroom, when he could not walk, until like now it was not visible in his eyes.As if I was the most evil woman, I was the most evil,because I don't let Mas Dodi be happy.

If I had to, I would have been too sick if I had to endure.

When he met Mas Dodi like a possessed person, who always glorified the woman, who did not know when Mas Dodi began to be poisoned in his mind.As if only the woman was the best for him.

As if fed up with seeing me, not one bit while talking to me Mas Dodi looked at me, instead he shifted his gaze more in the other direction.

O Allah my heart aches for him, I want to give up.But instead God gave me tremendous strength to awaken Mas Dodi.

"Dad!!",

" Yes,Mas!!", I replied

"You, do you still have money??",

" Yet, why Mas?!",

"I want to use only 200 thousand decks, make buying martabak the same favorite fruit of Desti".

Yes, it turns out that woman was named Desti, the one who destroyed my household.

I pretend to be nice, so that Mas Dodi after this will come back to my hometown.

I gave the money, the money from the sale of the garden which was actually used for his affair.

Mas Dodipun said goodbye, and will come to see me the next day, yes the next day because he had to accompany Desti woman***** that in the hospital.

Not long after my phone rang, a short message from Mas Dodi, which broke my heart.

" Thank you deck, you told Desti the hand that Mas brought from you".

Whether lost where the mind sane Mas Dodi.Until the heart to say like that to me, yes again and again these tears drip without being told, just flowing with swiftness.

Maybe this is my path, I give everything to the Almighty.

I put a cheerful face when in front of Fatih, I do not want Fatih to participate in the suffering that I am feeling, enough I have made Fatih suffer during the trip to Jakarta yesterday.