The Broken Wing
Feeling Useless
On Sunday morning as usual Ardi pedaled his bike to relax his stiff leg muscles, this relaxing sport has become his mandatory menu every week morning if not out of town.
Slowly through the path of Housing which is connected to a cool and beautiful village road destination towards the lake that is not too far from his house although not far still makes him sweat.
While paddling his bicycle his mind floated on his wife Anisa who after dawn had said words that made him take a heavy breath,
well since the pandemic hit this country all his efforts really can no longer be lived.
Ardi is a Marketing in financial services. The commission he got as marketing before was sufficient for all the needs of his life with Anisa and her four children. His first son Amar is currently studying in the city of Gudeg Jogjakarta,
his second son Amirah was lodging in one of the modern boarding schools in the Banten area, as well as Asraf, his third child who was also lodging in one of Pesantren Cottages in Bogor area, while the youngest Aisyah is still in fourth grade at the Integrated Islamic Elementary School which is not far from her home.
Previously all biyaya college and the school of his four children was never an obstacle all can be overcome by Ardi a.
His income as a marketing could have a house in a cluster housing and a family car unit.
His wife Anisa is a gentle woman who works as a teacher of Taman Kanak Kanak Islam who also has the wisdom to make various cakes and puddings.
When before the holiday cake order cake will fill the kitchen minimalist home.
At present Ardi's job is to deliver his wife's cake and pudding orders to customers or take his wife to the market or school.
Gentle Anisa today spoke so piercingly into her heart. "Mas I'm tired of thinking how to pay for school for children, to live a day, pay for electricity, pay for water, the internet is all on my shoulders, order cake and pudding is not much at this time , you are making cake.. What cake work. do not just sit still. think how to overcome all this.."lamented Anisa while crying sobbing sobs.
Ardi just silently looked at his wife who had been with him for twenty years.
Ardi realized he was wrong, at this time he felt so useless, the commission he usually received every month now no longer exists, his account is getting thin because there is no more prospective customers he got.
The marketing team is all the same all lethargic all slamming the steering wheel of any sale that can be sold today, when the economy dived sharply.
Without feeling the arrival of Ardi in the Lake, the lake water looks shiny in the morning sun that began to appear, propped up by a bicycle on a tree that grows on the edge of the lake, many large tree trees that grow to make the atmosphere around the lake cool, not much to relax in the week of the morning, there was a couple and their two children sitting on a mat while enjoying a meal.
A young couple sitting together with a cheerful laugh, some people were seen chatting while sitting relaxed on the edge of a shady lake.
"Sorry sir can ask you to take a picture of me" said a woman while thrusting her Handphone to Ardi,
"Oh yes ma'am..here I photographed"
with a variety of styles of women who are tall slim wrapped in light blue sports clothes with a combination of stylish matching hijab while smiling towards the camera Mobile.
" mommy already, want to be photographed where else ma'am let me take another photo" cried Ardi with a friendly smile, Ardi's body is high with his body that looks stocky, he said, added to the value of good looks at the age of forty-five.
" Well, sir, on the tree, it looks good, sir" the beautiful woman replied with a big smile,
his white face looked unboring to look at.
After being satisfied to take pictures, he took a sophisticated mobile phone whose price was quite reached into the very deep pocket of it from the hands of Ardi
" Thank you sir, already want my motoin, I see you alone ngk with wife ? " he asked Ardi.
" Yes mom herself every week morning I regularly bike, around here most like to go to this cool lake" replied Ardi with a smile.
"My name is Faradina Nugraha just call Dina sir do not call my old mother kayak yah" said the beautiful woman who turned out to be named Dina while sticking her hands on the chest. "My name is Ardi ma'am. uh Dina.." replied Ardi.
" I call mas Ardi well, his age must be older than me. hahahah. sorry yes mas" "Yah ngk papa bu Dina.. Dina, alone with her bicycle, where is her husband? ask Ardi.
" There is a mas but still in the awang awang hahahah.." exclaimed Dina with her laugh that sounded raucous.
"Ok Dina the day is getting noon I have to go home soon next time we can meet again ok, Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuh" said Ardi to Dina.
" Yes mas Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh"
Ardi passed while nodding.
