SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

EXTRA PART (BEAUTIFUL PART)

My days are filled with happiness, every time I am filled with so much love. I fell in love with the same man.

The man I once hated, the man I once shredded his pride. But he still patiently loves me. Giving more sincere attention even though I never ignored it.

I thought I would be happy when I got away from him, it turns out I was wrong my heart is still the owner. As far as anything goes, everything about him is always stuck in my mind.

It turned out that my decision was right to give him a second chance. Love is so much more beautiful after God presents me with such a great trial.

There is a saying that there will be rainbows after the rain. I felt my house was more beautiful after the great storm hit.

Sometimes I still don't believe in all this. I feel like I'm in a really good dream. I was afraid that when I woke up, I would feel pain again. But that proud man of mine convinced me that this was real. That love is really encircling my heart.

God gave me more than I asked. My husband's love, care and sacrifice were too great for me. A healthy child, a family that loves me. I really don't want to deny it. Smoothness of my husband's efforts, my efforts. The ones here and the ones in Kalimantan make me want to share with the crowd. As a sign of gratitude for the blessings that God gave me.

A kiss landed on my shoulder. I wriggled, the kiss repeatedly disturbing my sleep.

“good morning dear, wake up yuk. Night prayers, jamaah” as his habit invites me to congregation. I usually wake up happy.

Today I was really tired, going home on vacation preparing for Anisa's wedding. Until the show finished last night.

Really draining my energy. Ah, what a weird wedding. The bridegroom smiled proudly to welcome guests who only consisted of the closest person only. It was like seeing a forced marriage.

Actually I'm grateful that Nisa got Bang Fatih. Those two people are indeed suitable in juxtaposition. But the process is too fast. Nisa is not ready. I'm sure Bang Fatih will do his best for Nisa just waiting for the time. In time, Nisa will be able to accept her brother happily. I hope it's soon enough.

“mas, Nisa how?” the first word I asked my husband.

“be told to wake up and ask Nisa, don't blame your husband. You who fished it”.

“aaaa....sick mas” I shouted. the man instead of answering biting my shoulder gnashed. His eyes began to be unusual.

“sayang..again yes..” I immediately stood up, can not be left. Can be long business later. I ran to the bathroom.

“sayang open the door, we take a shower together ya” banged on the bathroom door

“I rush next time ya” replied I shouted from inside.

“sunah you know shower together” words that I often hear. I know. But that's the mode. He will not really take a shower, could be behind dawn if served.

“anytime dear. Kan last night had” I didn't lie, came home from Nisa's show when I cleaned up. Suddenly she went into the bathroom.

Hugged me from behind. Next can be guessed. He said it only once turned out that he had disavowed. Even I was carried out of the bathroom. My feet are like jelly. Can't walk.

The man was happy to be called a pervert. He would laugh happily at the call.

***

“sayang you persuaded father and mother to want to stay here, they were already afraid of anything. Mas did not have the heart to let them go home today I intend to go home after attending Bang Fatih's wedding.

actually I also think the same as my husband but want how else.parents will be happier living in their original place. I can't force them.

“at least mas more calm if you are home there they” he continued.

“what the heck I'm afraid if fira at home alone” my question, actually this question appeared long ago. But I'm just saying it now.

“time early pregnancy first mas afraid you recklessly abort, after that koq my heart feels comfortable close to you, the longer mas want to be close to you it feels like kangen keep” that smile yes God,,,, the,,,

“it turns out his cultural instinct is still there yes,,,” I sneer at him, I'm not wrong is not it. he often seduces me without shame.

“yamimu this is a crocodile if there is a handler” he replied casually while scooping food gulutnya. I laughed out loud, every day there was a flutter that made me shake my head. Not knowing anymore the same father children learn from where the strange language of fighting is so.

“kids haven't come yet mas?” my many. The same mother took the children to walk around the complex. Adam who just woke up was also brought. Father's habit in my house is so. In fact, he was often seen chatting casually with the fathers around my house. His father quickly became familiar.

“glow again, aaa” preparing to spoon food again into my mouth, I just opened my mouth wide. Ah, it feels like my chest is popping at all times. A gentle man, caring, loving children love my family sincerely.

Lord, God, please this man before me, I cannot imagine that I should part with him again. I gave all of these hearts to her.

“Assalamulaikum mother Rania home..”heard my daughter's voice from outside. Mother and father followed behind, the father who pushed Adam who was in the stroller.

Pity me if I have to carry Adam. The boy's body is plump. Her chubby cheeks are often the target of my bite. If I knew adam was that funny, I wouldn't have to put my husband in my nutritional medicine, I would gladly give myself up. I used to hate her father. It turns out that love and hate are too thin.

My hatred for her father was only because I was selfish. We've been at the lowest point in married life. Love brought him back. So now my household is back on the surface. As far as I go, love is back in its place.

Not all women who have ever been in the duo will be able to survive, separation is an option.

Finding a replacement is the way they forget the pain they have experienced. Everyone is different, for me to be hurt betrayed will not be able to remove the wound until anytime. Had farewell been the path I had chosen back then, I would not have looked for a replacement in my lifetime.

For me there will be no man who can really accept me even with my heart will not be able to really accept it.

It is themselves the best choice. I'll be happier. What I'm worried about is that she can accept me but can't accept my son. Even if there is a man who can accept both sincerely, the stock is exhausted and I am not part of it.

I look for busyness by opening a business, continuing S2. Being a fully independent woman. And I can forget all that but not with my hatred for Rania's father. Feeling betrayed for the second time broke my heart to pieces.

It turns out that the love that my husband brings makes the collapse of hatred that had been mounting. I hate him who loves me selflessly. Her sincerity need not be doubted. her presence gave me a beautiful color in our household. I was like a new human being born filled with blooming flowers.

Mas Amir took Adam and rushed to bathe him finished cleaning our place to eat, He then went up.

“mom is happy to see you now. Amir's really changed, mom's proud of him. You're good with him, son. There will be no man who can treat you like this” my mother rubbed my hands gently. There was warmth pouring into my tribe.

“what until now you are still prepared all the same your husband?” I can only nod. It does want how else, the reality is so not.

“continue what is your duty as wife?” ask my mother again

“welcome him when he came home from work, accompany him to eat, prepare his needs when he was leaving, Mas Amir forbid Fira to do all fear of tired fira he said.” My mother looked at my father. He looked at me with his lips still locked.

“what is happy fira now?” that's all that comes out of my lips. I nodded again

“ the ordeal is over. Don't forget to be grateful, son. Your house is very happy now. Your husband loves you so much. You know very well the struggle was” advice a father for his only son.

“fira won't do anything wrong again sir. Now we've been open to each other about whatever it is” that's my household now.

Others will never know about the great storm that hit us. Others will judge my family as harmonious long ago.

“bapak same mom not breakfast” voice it breaks our chat. I saw Mas Amir holding Adam who was clean, the smell of telon oil smelled very soothing.The distinctive aroma of a baby who will not tire anyone smell it.

“Bunda's son is already fragrant. Here's a sling of my dear mother” I took Adam out of my husband's hands.

“do not be too pamper Fira Mir, could be a slacker he later if you do everything” that's my mother's voice

“it's okay mom I'm happy

doing so. Lagian Fira was pregnant and gave birth to Adam with all the sacrifices. The fight is incredible. I don't feel that pain let me continue with the task. It's just bathing, it's normal” pleadings my husband in front of his mother-in-law. I only listened to Adam's cheeks occasionally. My son laughed when I kissed his stomach.

“Just a little bu, look forward to having tini mbak continue. After all, I am very grateful that Fira will accept me again. He was here to accompany me it was more than enough for me ” defense of my husband.

this war was fought by a mother who defended her son-in-law and a husband who defended his wife. More than that, I am so happy to hear it.

***

After breakfast, I prepared to go home. He put all his needs in a suitcase. I would be sad if I were persuaded to stay here. But I insisted on going home. I can't do anything.

“Assalamualaikum..” we simultaneously answer, male voice.

“let the mas open the door dear” my husband is ready to leave for the office. He walked into the living room. While putting the buttons up his sleeve. Oh, how cool my husband is. Who wouldn't fall in love like this.

“tumben, log in first. Mother and father are ready to go home today” the voice of my husband who his guests about know father and mother.

I stood up to catch up with him. But they're already in the family room. Dr. Angga with two babies and one girl I know is babysitter kenzy and keysa's second son Anga and Andara.

“bu, no kenzy nih.” I shout happy mom out in haste

“grandma misses the same kenzy” mom hugs kenzy tightly like a grandmother who doesn't meet her granddaughter.

“maaf bu just had time to bring kenzy now” Dr. Angga kissed the hands of the mother and father who had just come out of the mother and father's room alternately.

“it's okay-what” replied mom.

“by no Fir, I drop the kids here a week. I have to get out of town for a seminar. It has been rejected but can not, actually heavy to leave them but how else brought is also impossible not. My sister's preparation lahiran so confused me”

“it's okay son Angga. Let them here. We postpone the return, sir, mumpung rame here. Mau ya” my mother seduced father. You just nodded.

“look for mothers for children, pity they also need the love of a mother” my husband's advice is true as well.

“cannot yet. Keysa's face looks a lot like his mother's. God seems to have made it so. When I miss just look at him” is right too, I say keysa is a photocopy of Andara.

Eyes, nose, eyebrow shape lips. Even his straight and thick hair was similar.

The hair is a little wavy.

“again until now I have not been able to accept women anymore. I'm afraid they can not accept kenzy and keysa” suddenly sadness enveloped the family room.

“slow down. Hopefully one day God will meet you with women who love them Angga” replied my mother he holds kenzy

“yey, there is kenzy same keysa, but Rania wants to school how dong g can play kita” kenzy sam excited to meet Rania who is ready with her school uniform.

“school first, they are still a week here” replied I gave understanding to Rania

“right om? ” tanya make sure my answer to Angga. Kenzy's father nodded.

“kenzy, the school sister first will go home to play ya”anakku say goodbye. Keysa's age is almost two years. Kenzy is now almost four years old. Being funny.

I'm glad you didn't come home today. My house is so crowded the arrival of these two tiny creatures.

“sayang, mas leave first ya” my husband says goodbye. I kissed his hand. Likewise with Mas amir he said goodbye while kissing the hands of the father and mother alternately.

Then he approached Adam who was busy with his toy cars on the carpet.

“angga, I live first you chat first do not go straight home” message to Angga.

“ready, still miss the same father mother” he replied

We sat on the sofa, chatting in the living room after I drove Mas Amir out, the children below accompanied by the nanny that Angga brought.

“i haven't found one like Andara ma'am, that woman only gave me two years of happiness. I am so grateful that he gave me two children. They were able to eliminate my sadness when the miss was already unstoppable” Angga replied when my mother asked the reason anga was still alone after her death.

“father often cry when midnight grandma. Kenzy pity to see him”talk kenzy has gone smoothly. Even she knows her father's grief.

“all is up to you 'angga. Message mom, do your best for you and kids” message mom. like a mother advising her biological child

“mom so go home today” the sound surprised us. Serempak. Bang Fatih took Nisa.

“di postponed another week pity kenzy would stay at his father's seminar” replied my mother

“bapak don't mind” Bang fatih is most familiar with the habits of the Father who does not feel at home linger elsewhere. Mother assented

“Nisa,,,”call me slowly. My sister-in-law was down. Bang Fatih smiled looking at his wife.

“new bride koq so should be happy dong”candaku, has he not been able to receive bang fatih ya.

“kak, nisa want to talk can” I turned to Bang fatih, I understand the point.

I was in the room with Nisa, the others were still chatting downstairs

“apa nisa can not accept Brother?” I asked Nisa, since her arrival I saw the look of sadness clearly illustrated.

“There is no reason for Nisa not to accept bang fatih kak?” he said I was surprised, though,

“continue why Nisa is still sad” I was curious

“Nisa shy, already bad-minded same man” I'm still waiting for her continuation

“dia is good, even very good for Nisa” I just took a breath, do not want to interrupt the conversation.

“our first night, Nisa thought she would ask for her rights. I think men are arrogant and pushy. Nisa nangis. Because she ngajak Nisa praying for the first time Nisa was shocked. Finished praying he kissed Nisa's forehead. While reading prayer. Nisa was shocked again. All outside of Nisa's bad thoughts about her” paused again I waited patiently

“continue he says sleep not to be too tired. Brother won't ask if Nisa's not ready. Brother marrying Nisa just wants to justify, nothing more. So when my brother touched Nisa there was no doubt. Nisa is too precious just to be touched by men. After this brother will obey Nisa's wishes even though not all because of the circumstances that brother is not possible. How Nisa g shy sister, already thinking that no-no” I can already guess Bang Fatih is a person

the good.

"what's on Nisa's mind about brother" I asked

"an arrogant man who is just busy looking for money. cruel, do not remember God, playboy and do not know the feeling.nasty bad right sister" his face full of regret

“continue Nisa already first night yet?” manyu tease. His face was red. He shook his head while hiding his shy face.

“not ready?” ask me again. he nodded.

“nothing. Bang Fatih did not force. Reassure your heart when it is true that love exists. Do it to ikhlasan. Then you will be prayed for by thousands of angels” I replied while holding his hand. Again he nodded.

Everyone has got their own happiness.I am happy for Nisa she got a suitable mate. They are a fitting couple. Hopefully the household storm will not be as terrible as the storm at my house.

Hopefully Angga can be a good replacement to accept kenzy and keysa sincerely.