The Heart of Poor Women

Thank God.

After Ali and both his parents received the gift of Rafa, as a form of gratitude, who had been so kind and sincere to help his wife in difficult times if it was, then, Rafa deserves the kindness that Ali has done so far.

They left Ali's house, and before leaving Rafa left money for Ali to give to people who had also helped his wife, because of Atika who was pregnant, Rafa was afraid that his wife was exhausted when he walked to meet the people house by house, so he asked Ali for help, so that Ali would give, and convey their gratitude.

After Ali's house, Rafa's last goal is to take his wife to a place that once made him feel sorry, a place that opened his eyes and mind, the hut of Atika.

A place that bears witness to the pain of his wife, enduring the pain of life, a place for his wife to come home and his father-in-law, waiting for his daughter to come, hoping to bring something to fill their stomachs.

It was in the hut that Rafa saw the reality, after he accused his wife of stealing and throwing away the food that his wife had brought from the villa.

Rafa's remorse grew, as he watched silently, the real state of Atika, and most tormented Rafa in regret at the state of the hut so uninhabitable, and his father-in-law lay helplessly in pain.

Previously Rafa had asked Bibi Lana and the other servants to clean the hut and decorate it as beautifully as possible, and provide food, because Rafa intended to do lunch in the hut.

Atika who saw her hut turned beautiful, immediately shed her tears, she looked at her husband who smiled warmly at her, Atika felt her husband knew very well what was on his mind, she said, even Atika had thought of going secretly to her hut, while in town B, it turns out her husband had already taken her to the hut first.

"I know you must miss this hut a lot, said Rafa hugging his wife who was crying the other day.

" Thank you, you really know what's on my mind, Atika is crying in her husband's arms.

"Let's go in, we'll have lunch inside, you'll feel back to where you lived here, don't be sad, because I am doing this in memory of you who fought for life and father, Rafa said.

Mr. Danu who heard the words of his son-in-law, also shed his tears, a bittersweet memory flashed in the view of Mr. Danu, Dannu, atika's voice that always tries to be enthusiastic when going home and the face set so as not to look sad, all that Mr. Danu know, that Atika pretended to be strong and deliberately shouted cheerfully when she came home so that Mr. Danu did not feel sad.

Mr. Danu's memory was spinning again, considering Atika who came home only brought a piece of bread, and it was only for Mr. Danu, and Atika lied to say he was full, while holding hunger.

Take care of it and feed it patiently, entertain him with songs, while playing the guitar, tears are always hidden Atika from Danu sir, but all that sir Danu know, but all that, but can't do anything.

The memories make Mr. Danu's heart like in razor iris, sore and sick.

"I know Mr. Danu, definitely remember all those past memories, but all has passed, we can only be grateful at this time sir, so don't get too dissolved, please, everyone has a bitter past, but the situation is different, and I still feel guilty, with a past so bitter in my wife's, and most painful, I myself am the perpetrator of bitterness experienced by my wife, said Aliando who understood the atmosphere of feeling Mr. Danu, so he also remembered his mistakes in the past.

" That's mom's reality, and all that will never change in dady's history, but dady is still grateful that you're a good woman and a good mother, she said, can educate our son to be a man who does not seem like a dady, and is responsible, even dady embarrassed to remember all that, my son alone can behave and think maturely, he said, but why was I so stupid, said Aliando feeling tightness in his chest, remembering the past.

"This is the life sir, we are taught to be able to share, understand and forgive, and this life is only for us sir, said Mr. Danu sage.

" And of course learn from mistakes, make us take one step forward, and throw away the bad attitude to look ahead instead of backward, Felix said with a warm smile to her husband, not to remember that dark past anymore.

Atika and Rafa enter first into the hut, when entering Again Atika shed tears when she saw her wedding photo displayed beautifully on the wall of the hut.

He saw again some of the items that were still left there, his favorite guitar, the old bag that he always carried there, and the food supply that he always used to take food from the Villa.

Atika's tears fell upon touching the items that so reminded her of the past, Rafa who saw his wife being carried away, approached Atika and wiped her tears gently.

"There's nothing to cry about, you know I'm so grateful to God for giving you to me as a gift in my life, and you're everything and baby, baby, I brought you here, because I also want to feel living in this hut, and tonight we will sleep here, both dear, said Rafa softly while tucking Atika's hair beside her ear.

" Thank you, I am the one who deserves to thank and thank God, with all his gifts, and give me the most beautiful gift that you are such a kind and loving husband, said Atika so grateful.

"" Now don't be sad again hm?? we have lunch, because baby is hungry, and you have to eat a lot today, said Rafa, smiling happily, he is very happy to be able to realize every wish and hope of his wife.

"Dady, momy, dad, come on in, let's have lunch, Rafa said calling the three parents he respected so much in his life.

They also eat with hikmad, occasional laughter intersperses their lunch, and their happiness is more complete with the togetherness and warmth of the family they always uphold in their lives.

Thank God, giving my daughter a very good husband, and daughter-in-law to me who is so wise, there is nothing I can express but Thank you Lord, and I am grateful, she said, the mind of Mr. Danu that he cannot express with words, all the generosity and sustenance that he can deserve to be grateful for.

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Don't forget the trail, guys.

Regards Arthor