SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTER 19. RISE UP

In the case of infidelity there is always a cause that is used as a reason for justification. Either the husband who is bored with his wife, because it is no longer beautiful, or the wife who thinks her husband is less attention or it could be due to economic factors.

But whatever the reason for infidelity remains unjustified in a relationship committed to being faithful to one another.

But what has happened in my household up to this point I do not know, what is the reason my husband turned away from me, and returned to his first love. Your spoiled nature or childishness, that's what always mas Amir said, it feels unreasonable.

Precisely I think that actually from the beginning Mas Amir still loves Andara. Then why should there be me?.

His desire to marry me was indeed impressed suddenly, I think we did not want to date. Turns out it was just an escape according to my guess. But why should I?. The question kept turning in my head. Pain, Sure. Regret clearly there, why be late realize.

During the seven years of living the household with Mas Amir, there was nothing strange. We live a warm home. He's a good husband, full of responsibility attention, even so far never once talked about Andara.

Until the end of the doom-bearer woman in my household appeared. Taking everything even made Mas Amir turn into another figure that I could no longer recognize.

I just realized that I was a victim of Mas Amir's love. Now that I'm the one who's hurt, I can only wail without knowing what to do. The options are only two, run or defend. While I choose to endure for the good of all. Let me bear this wound alone.

Do not want to slump further, time to organize yourself. Rise up for my future and Rania's. The future is more important than the past. Maybe my destiny is written like that, what else. God sent this trial to me because I can do it for sure.

“Sorry sir, I want to extend my shophouse contract for the next 2 years” I told the old man in front of me. Her hair started to whiten, she had only four months ago retired from one of the government agencies.

I looked at his house. This was my first goal after leaving Rania to Kirana, because maybe my business would take all day outside. After picking her up from school I drove her to Kirana's house. I used to entrust to Bang Raihan's wife. Because he really loves Rania.

“Sorry mbak syafira, the shophouse is no longer mine anymore. I have sold it” he said while looking at me. His name is Mr. Rudi, a tall, thin man.

“hahh...??” that was all that came out of my mouth, surprised.

“continue, who is the owner now pack?” ask me further. What if at any time the new owner won't contract any more. Bad thoughts begin to fill my head.

“oiya, I briefly get her phone number” Mr. Rudi stood inside her room, she came back with a piece of paper in her hand.

“i forgot his name. This is his number just call, hopefully the guy still wants to contract” He gave the paper to me.

“thank you sir, then excuse me first” I said after making small talk

Apparently not as easy as imagined, it looks like this journey will be long. Hopefully after this his business is facilitated.

I can't give up. There's no other choice. If I can't be independent, I'll be dependent on my husband forever. It means that my days will be colored with the wounds of sadness for injustice.

Bismillah.kupacu this matic motorcycle to the store, leaving the residence of Mr. Rudi. My mind is erratic. My dear, if I have to stop. Already have many customers, my turnover has begun to increase many times since the arrival of Sri.

“how mom,,,”thanya sri after I sit at my cashier's desk. I took a deep breath, I exhaled slowly to dispel bad thoughts.

“This shop does not belong to Mr. Rudi anymore Sri, two months ago he has sold it” I replied slowly

“but there is a new owner number, hopefully the person is still willing to contract for us sri” that's my hope. Taking HP and paper from Mr. Rudi earlier. Sri nodded in understanding.

“Halo,,,ad can I help?” the male voice crossed, after I called the hape number given by Mr. Rudi

“halo, yes sir,, what's right is the father of the shop owner who is in front of the housing “BERLIAN INDAH” my question to the person across there

“Sorry before, I contracted the father shop from the previous owner what you already know”

“oiya, I already know”

“i intend to extend his contract, because the agreement is final this month, what you are still willing to sign him” I hope-hopefully anxious

“if that I don't know ma'am, actually the original owner is not me, I just provided it, or this is how tomorrow I go there, all of you I also want to see the condition. How's bu?”

“iya, thank you. I wait tomorrow yes sir, assalamulaikum?” closing talks. I can't breathe yet if the person hasn't given me any further certainty or broken the contract

“How mom,” asks sri with face as anxious as I am

“do the contract extended yes, tomorrow the person will come here with certainty all want to see this shophouse” I replied weakly.

I take turns serving buyers with sri, see the enthusiasm of customers who come to shop, my heart is sad, it feels sad if my efforts must stop in the middle of the road. Thinking about the business that I have to live so as not to depend on the same Mas Amir.

Applying for an office job does not feel like having to leave Rania at home. Allah.I surrender everything to You to give the best whatever is a sincere servant. Lean your head against the table with your hands as a pillow.

Quitting my old job I never regretted, being a full-time housewife was so much fun. In addition to my form of bhakti to the husband, I have more time for Rania.

But now, seeing the way Mas Amir treated me with Andara was very much different. Stay incision wound pain coloring my heart. Not bleeding, but it almost broke my patience. At least there's still Rania who's the reason I got up.

“Rania mana” my number on Kirana. After I sat down on his family room couch. I picked up Rania at 7 p.m. After studying the cooperation file. I exchanged my thoughts with Sri. Looking for another way if the new shop owner does not want to rent. Tired but I can't give up.

“bed mbak, exhausted this afternoon playing with the next neighbor. Very bright he

Don't even want to be told to go home” kirana explained. It's not good to leave Rania out for too long. Because today my business is out it's impossible to take him on a hot-heated motorcycle.

“sorry yes ki, ngerepotin yu”

“Nnothing mbak, I seneng koq Rania his son g spoiled, pinter again” kirana face sparkling, maybe because he did not have children so he loves Rania.

“can I give you no advice mbak” he looks at me deeply

“sarannya yho ya” said I joking, I smile looking at kirana

“What mbak should not just separate from Mas Amir, sorry do not take offense”he said slowly afraid to hurt my feelings maybe

“i mean I, than Ma'am Syafira constantly hurt stay with Mas Amir. now he has it, what if you have a child. How about Rania mbak” kirana holding my hand, from the beginning she was the one who knew about my household life with Mas Amir.

“Actually Mbak never imagined that direction, but Mbak can not do anything ki. The self-esteem of both my parents is much more important now, let this be the way it used to be” there is pain infiltrated when remembering both my parents.

“ I'm an only child, if I get divorced it's the same as throwing dirt on their faces, Mommy has never made them happy in her whole life, in their village says I'm lucky my household is happy. It's a shame that I suddenly divorced” my gaze looked bright. Suddenly came the disappointed faces of my father and mother in front of me. I took a deep breath to remove the chest tightness

“iya also yes mbak” kirana released her hand from my grasp, leaning her shoulder behind her gaze looking far ahead. The atmosphere was suddenly silent, We were silent dissolving into each other's minds.