Talak After Shah

The Voice in the Midnight

I woke up with thirst in my throat. I sat down to collect my life before I got out of bed.

Once I felt I could control the balance from heavy sleepiness to thirst, I immediately walked towards the door and opened the latch.

I immediately headed for the refrigerator and downed the water that instantly cooled my throat.

It was like hearing someone talking. I put my ears well. Ah yes, that's the voice of people talking. But from where there are people talking midnight like this.

I saw the clock on the kitchen wall, from the reflection of the lights outside, I saw it was two o'clock past.

Who speaks at midnight like this, my mind. Without fear I rolled my eyes looking out of the kitchen, who knew there was someone outside who was stalking our house. But there's no. Then I walked around like a thief to the front room.

I opened the curtains very carefully, then peeked out. Again, just an empty road.

How shocked I was when I came back to hear the source of that voice. It was none other than my husband's own voice.

A little suspicious I eavesdropped on him in front of the closed door.

"Yes, I'll pick you up tomorrow"

The deg!! my eyes immediately opened. Mamas??? who called him these nights? The nina? no way, Nina is no longer in Jogja for college? Keep who?

I put my ears well. I want to hear the continuation of my husband's conversation. I still wonder who the interlocutor is.

"Yes, mamas love you too"

My feet hear that. Without realizing, my tears were falling. There is a pain in my heart.

But I have to keep listening to this conversation. I need to know the ending of their conversation.

"Yes, later if the payday mas, mamas will buy the latest type of hp you want. Mas promise. What the hell didn't do to you" then my husband chuckled.

I felt my heart break. Right, it's not Nina. That must be another woman. My tears are flowing more and more. I didn't expect my husband to play behind my back.

"*Tomorrow at 8 o'clock, baby, wait for us at the usual place. Later mas pick up, yes already this is almost half three tablets, more than two hours in your call. bobok yaa..."

"Love you too*"

It feels like my world is collapsing. With tears I left the door of the room. I went back to our main room. Where my three children and I slept.

I covered my face soaked with tears. I really feel tremendous pain. I never thought my husband, the man I trusted so much, would betray me. The person I was so proud of turned out to be cheating on was behind my back.

Yes Rabb. I closed my mouth so that the sound of my crying would not disturb my sleeping children.

My brain started imagining things that were not in their relationship. I began to think about what they had done.

Ah yes, the only change in Andi is that he now comes home more often and gets out of town more often.

The reason is none other than work. He's busy, which is why he comes home more often at night. He often to Bengkulu, to the regional office because he as the head of the stock point branch Lubuklinggau must report all sales reports there.

How stupid I am, I just trust all the reasons. It could be just his wits.

Yes Rabb, I don't know when my husband started playing with fire behind me. Didn't he think he had three children. Does he not love me anymore?

Diverse thoughts raging in my mind. I could not squint my eyes until the Adhan of Shubuh reverberated. Because I still pray, I cannot pray.

I covered my three children. I took their heads in turn. My tears came back when I kissed them.

I can't imagine sharing my husband with another woman.

The dawn prayer was over, there was no sign of my husband waking up for prayer. With puffy eyes, I got back up to the front room to wake him up to pray.

"Well, shubuh" I said, shaking his hand.

There is no truth unless the regular breath is heard.

Obviously, he was still very sleepy. He fell asleep two and a half hours ago.

I woke him back up.

"Well, shajuh"

There is still no lawfulness.

I sat on the bed watching his calm face.

He is indeed handsome, every woman will definitely praise his good looks. Clean white skin, tall, narrow eyes, sharp nose. Absolutely perfect.

Then I saw my hand. Ah, I'm black. You could say I'm far from pretty. Then I touched my face. Hormones due to pregnancy make my oily face so acne.

Maybe that's why my husband is looking for another woman. Especially now that I have given birth, my body that stretched due to pregnancy has not returned to normal. Still fluttering.

Was it because of my physique that my husband ended up looking for another woman? I took a deep breath trying to expel the tightness in my chest.

"Yah shabuh" back I moved his hand.

As before, there is no truth. I finally stood up and walked towards the door. Before leaving the room, I turned back to look at him who was still slumbering.

"May we be well Well, may I be strong to face this" I said softly and then left him who was still sleeping and left his shabuhnya.