The Beginning of a Famous Writer

Burying the Past

POV

I intend to pray magrib, I immediately set foot into the bathroom. But before I reached the bathroom I passed Indri, he who ran from the direction of the living room to the room, with a face that could not be interpreted, I saw there was frustration on the look of his face, there was also tremendous anger.

I tried to reprimand him, but he no longer cared, he passed into the room and slammed the door. Not enough to get there, he turned the key violently, heard the sound of a round the key so loud.

I was curious, trying to ask Ardi her husband, but Ardi also did not know why Indri locked himself.

I tried to go to the living room, because Indri had come from there, intending to find out what happened.

From a distance I saw Hanif turning his back to the living room. I'm getting closer. It appears Hanif was talking to a woman holding a daughter, about the age of her two-year-old.

I stood right behind Hanif, and asked why his guests were not welcome.

But to my surprise without ba bi bu, the woman shook my hand, and introduced herself that she was one of my late husband's children with another woman.

Like being struck by lightning. I'm surprised not to be a bitch. It felt new that I felt happy to be able to gather with my two children, daughter-in-law and granddaughter, but all of that was marred by this reality.

This young woman in front of me is the flesh and blood of my ex-husband.

I try to calm my soul. Compiling a heart so broken by this reality, I remember everything that happened decades ago.

All those bitter memories came back dancing in the mind so clearly, every sweet word and promise came back ringing in these ears.

Now I know, this is what makes Indri act like that.

I passed to the room where Indri locked himself up. But still closed. Ardi was the one who knocked on the door and persuaded Indri to come out. I also came knocking, and called indri to open the door.

But all in vain.

After a few minutes, Ardi invited me to no longer knock on the door, he said that Indri had sent a message asking for time for himself.

I finally gave up. I went to the bathroom, to make ablution and immediately did the magrib prayer.

After the prayer, I cried as it would be. I shed all my heart sorrow. I regret why this all happened to me.

I looked back years. Even though the separation between us has happened. But her parents loved me so much. It was seen from those who were still supporting me to stay with him. Because of that kindness as if I would forget my husband's betrayal.

If the separation between us had not happened, maybe I could not feel the love of his parents so sincere. Maybe if we didn't part, then I wouldn't stay home and feel such sincere affection.

I'm sure this is all my fate's hand line. This is all God's scenario. Farewell is best for me. I'm sure what happened was the best. Because I believe once, God will certainly give the best to his servant, and will not give trials beyond the ability of his servant.

I am trying to make peace with what happened.

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Rice is no longer as delicious as usual. Just a bribe, no more enjoyment.

After eating, we sat while watching the children who were busy playing. Did not feel the time of the issue has entered, we also pray Isya alternately.

After everyone had performed the prayer, Hanif called her om to come home.

When they got home, everyone gathered in the living room. But I don't want to join them. I still need to be alone in setting my heart and mind to what I just experienced.

While watching my grandchildren play, I listened to their conversation from the family room. Dinda's conversation about my late husband. Which Dinda said my husband regretted betraying me and disappointing me.

Immediately I was moved to join them. Listen to all the words of my stepson. I don't know why I believe his words. Indeed my husband is a tempramental person, but I know once with his attitude, behind his emotions, there is still a loving and sincere side in him.

At first glance I remember, my ex-husband was once stabbed with a knife while helping someone. At that time, when he came home from his employer's house, riding a motorcycle, on a fairly quiet journey, he saw a taxi driver who was mistreated by several people. Maybe the person wanted to rob the taxi driver, he drove his motorcycle slowly, wanted to know who was being persecuted, but he was surprised, because the persecuted were friends in his childhood.

He was intent on helping her. Because in addition to their friends, the person is also a neighbor in the village.

He then stopped the bike, and shouted for help, but because in a quiet place, not so many riders passing by, plus the day was very late at night.

With the courage that there he fought the robbers, but because he fought with only bare hands, finally a knife struck the eel of the top of his eyebrows on the left.

Out of nowhere, so that when he was injured, stop a group of riders who passed the road and shouted, hinting that the fight immediately stopped. Sure enough to see a bunch of riders, the robber was frightened, and immediately left my husband, and the taxi driver who was lying on the asphalt just like that, he then passed and drove his bike very fast.

Finally my husband survived and only got a few stitches in his wound.

Not only that, my husband helped a neighbor who was really in trouble and had no money. He gave his money only to the neighbors, while we at that time also did not have more money. But that's how good a husband is.

Therefore until now still leaving a question mark for me, why he could have the heart to leave me. But what do you want to say, to whom I will ask, he is now dead. I don't want to incriminate him with this grudge, nor do I want to be burdened with this endless grudge.

I think back to the lectures that I often had after sholah shubuh congregated in the mosque. It is important that we forgive.

I finally decided to forgive him with all my heart.

While Dinda was still begging me to forgive my late husband. I expressly said that I have forgiven him.

Dinda looks so happy. And not long after I forgive. Indri came from behind the door and immediately hugged me.

I returned his embrace, and prayed that Indri would be the same as me, so that Indri could forgive the fact that he had a brother.

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