TEARS OF DIAH

DIAH DEBATE

"Assalamualaikum, mom just came home?" ask Diah.

"Yes you think put on a robe, from where. You son-in-law is insensitive. Where'd you take the suitcase?"

"Diah was told Fariz, three days Diah and Mia were catering in solo. Diah said yes mom!"

"Yes there, take it by solo if you go home. As if the mother-in-law does not see you for a few days because you are not pregnant because you are not pregnant, despite losing you who often cook. But you bought what mom asked for, you didn't buy it?"

"Udah kok ma'am. That's Diah pamit. Assalamualaikum."

"Heeum." replied Diah's mother-in-law, where she immediately saw the stock of the refrigerator. Just make Diah shake his head.

Diah, trying to walk slowly on the towering busway stairs. In the middle of the stairway, he turned to look at the traffic light and urban flickers in the high-competing building.

"If the dream of happiness can always be owned by someone, why can't I reach it?" lirih Diah was alone.

Perhaps from a height, Diah could stare at the wound that was now torn too, Diah realized she was not a holy woman and was fine. If he were to separate from Fariz. A past wound about her being married was abnormal in general, it would definitely be revealed after her status changed.

Diah stared blankly, her mind so drifting. Hanyut said that her husband would be loyal to her until the end. The fact that she struggled with childish behavior made Diah understand and accept how a husband she got as her priest. But why did Fariz not accept himself, as he is.

Diah is getting sadder, her sadness is a reminder, of past sins or is this a test. If this is your test, then I'm sincere, but if this is the fading of my sin. Then strengthen me! diah screams, currently confused to step home.

"Sheyaah,!" scream Mia.

He turned his head, he put away the bangs that were swept by the wind, to the edge of his earlobe. Then tried to smile at Mia who stepped up to him.

"You haven't come home yet?"

"Diah! why in the middle of a rich gini, this is the middle ladder of many vehicles. You're not planning to kill yourself, are you?"

"Without my burden, I still have faith Mi! can I borrow your shoulder for a minute?" shrinking Diah's smile, because it felt like tears could not be weathered anymore.

Mia nodded, she understood Diah's current feelings. Pat Diah's back so he can always be patient! Mia also told her best friend, so that Diah can remain strong and sincere.

"I understand now! if you can't talk about Diah. But me, I am a friend who will always be there for you. So you need anything, I'll accompany you. Don't be alone anymore, don't cover the wounds that have accumulated into a burden!"

"Thanks Mi's. I'm just trying to entertain myself and look good. Despite the burden in the mind. I don't know if I can, I'm honestly afraid of Mi!" obviously Diah.

After Diah managed to calm down, she smiled in thanks. Honestly tired Diah just need a backrest and understanding. And when he came home, instead he got a warm atmosphere, but ended up hot.

Diah and Mia again walked towards the stop, they were indeed one major. With the yellow cards affixed, Diah and Mia manage to wait for the destination bus.

"I'm so good, oh yeah. Tomorrow morning we're ready, aren't you coming?"

"Honestly, my son is sick. Should have resigned. But confused if it will not work, how about the needs. Know for yourself the husband is just an opang, difficult to manage because doi still likes to play the green bottle with his friends. Same daughter Ridho ga to take care of."

Diah like in a lightning strike, household life is really nothing as smooth as a planned happy laugh.

But he understood, how the adult attitude faced him. He thought it was just him who was being persecuted. But God gave it a jolt, through Mia.

"I'm so sorry. Here you use my money, if there's a new one in change!" diah's smile thrust out a few pieces of red money.

"Diah. I still have it, don't! my debt is still much the same as yours. I'm honest." said Mia who felt bad, when Diah tucked money covered with a handkerchief into her bag.

"If you're not honest, I'm angry! you need more, your two children insyallah be your reinforcement Mia. About the general kitchen, I'll tell Sely. You do not need to worry, your child just used to seek treatment. Hope you are healthy soon!"

"Mother."

Mia hugged Diah, unconcerned with the gazes of the other men and their children, who saw their familiarity in public. Until the busway that separates their stops at that time.

A FEW HOURS LATER.

Diah had pulled over in a small alley, the distance of his house was not far in front of the mushollah. Diah stopped seeing the scenery, an ustad was teaching children to teach. Diah sighed deeply, how long had he not touched the scriptures God made for his people to remember.

This time, for the second time Diah felt slapped, then he returned home feeling unbecoming.

"It's mom, so it is! your wife is a workaholic. Is your salary enough that ten million you gave Diah? Fariz, I'll tell your wife. So that he's literate, self-conscious!" said Diah's in-laws nagging.

Diah who just arrived on the terrace, he wanted to knock on the door when he brought a suitcase last afternoon to leave for solo tomorrow. But just heard the throws that made his heart even more sick. Diah can't believe it but again, Fariz's been bragging a talk that isn't.

"Why don't you speak the truth, you're a prankster. Should I split up, but with the status of parting. Then will my life be safe, will there be no more pain and slurs for me after this?" lirih Diah's.

"Assynnya!" Greetings with a smile.

"Getishalam."

But the look in the eyes of the in-laws, even a woman named Mira was already beside her husband Fariz. Again Diah smiles trying to legowo. Then, with a relaxed and straightforward manner, Fariz greeted him loudly.

"See mom! like this Fariz's wife. Late home, it's like this for sure, I see. So it's not wrong, if Fariz asks to marry again?"

Diah bit down her lips, trying to hold her clenched hand. Trying to regulate the tone of the voice remains stable, even though sadness and emotions have peaked.

"What is this mas? Mom, been here a long time?"

"Yes, I think you're going to say to your mom. To stop working, instead of catering has gone bankrupt. I still want to, keep working. Good thing mother pergokin tonight, yearya Fariz knows Mira second time with mother. Ask mom for help and ask to get married .." stopped explaining.

"Sorry Mom! Diah cut. He knew what Fariz meant. Now what do you want Fariz, want to ask Diah to sincerely share? anyway, if Diah refuses. Fariz married first without my mother knowing, right?"

Gleuuk! mira and Fariz.

"Wait, Fariz got married first?" shock.

"Mom, Diah's tired. Give Diah time, if I want to accept Mira as mother's daughter-in-law. We finish next week, Diah has to leave tomorrow morning. The office asked for Diah handle catering out of town. Diah apologized if it wasn't polite."

It made Diah and her in-laws stare at each other, perhaps tired Diah was no longer helped make everyone speechless.

Diah pamit, arriving in the room. Diah tidied up all the clothes for a week he wasn't home. It hurts really, her heart is fragile. But he must remain firm, when tomorrow he must handle the job. In order for the custumer service not to disappoint and complain to the Catering and it will make Mr. Ifan problematic later, honestly Diah still offset circumstances that may be unfair to him.

"Diah. Waitaminute! where are you going, Diah?" shouting straightforward.

"I'm going to pack some gold tonight, I said I have a job. If I don't work, who gives me ten million dollars a month, what are you?" said Diah, at that time Fariz shut Diah's mouth.

"Don't be hard on Diah!"

"Enough Fariz, Fariz can do anything. Diah really wants to think, with busy Diah can forget this heartache." said Diah at that time.

TBC.