The INDIGO'S

Slander

We turn to Nuri first.....

NURI POVS

Today my mother and I and Mbak Wulan will go to attend the funeral procession of her husband mbak Wulan, during the trip Rendi son of Mbak Wulan look fussy and continue to whine for down ,the boy was afraid to meet his papa, but I was so stunned when I heard Wulan's words to his son .

"it's okay Rendi yes, we will also not meet papa kok , but we just see it "his word

"but ma...later papa will certainly make me again to eat food full of fire ma..I do not want ..I want to go back to the house of Aunt " her whine.

"you take it easy Rendi, your father is dead and will not be able to force you again, but he is not your father, so you do not fear again ok " his words made me look back, as well as mama, mama who was sitting next to me turned her head

"you mean ?" ask mama

"eh...em.later I explain "his sahut makes our attention diverted to the little Rendi who seems to still digest his mama's speech.

"if papa isn't my papa, then who is papa me ma?" ask her with a sad face

"later mama tell me that it's time yes" he said as he rubbed his child's head

Rendi nodded, the child was indeed obedient .

After half an hour of travel we finally arrived at the funeral home residence, namely at the home of the husband mbak Wulan .

Mbak Wulan himself immediately entered while holding his child, me and mom were also behind him .

When we had just arrived many pairs of eyes looked at us especially me and mama, maybe they didn't know who we were , ' he said ,we ignored their curious gazes and continued to follow the steps of Wulan until we finally arrived at the room where the corpse was still covered in batik or rags, he said,I was thinking if the body has not been forgiven but apparently already forgiven even ready to be brought to TPU, just that family members still appreciate mbak Wulan , they are waiting for the arrival of Mbak Wulan because Mbak Wulan is his wife.

Seeing this heartbreaking sight somehow reminds me of a time when I was devastated by the loss of my beloved husband , but I am grateful that God still gives Rifki a chance to come back to me, I do not feel my tears shed ,mama who like her understands what I feel right now can only embrace me while rubbing my back .

Not a single word came out of Mbak Wulan's lips, only tears can describe how badly he was devastated over the death of his beloved husband , while Rendi has been brought in other family members.

But Wowo whispered something to make me look at mbak Wulan who was crying sob.

Even though I don't know what Wulan meant by pretending to be devastated by her husband's passing, I still try to think positively,maybe he was tired of the behavior of his late husband during life to make his feelings eroded so he did not feel lost at all.

"astaghfirullaah halazim" I wove in my heart

Until finally the funeral process was immediately started, I and my mother also joined the funeral, the family of the deceased also already knew about me and my mother who was a friend of Mr. Wulan.

The day has begun in the evening, the sun has been leaning more and more to the west, I mama and mbak Wulan decided to go home soon, why mbak Wulan come home with me ? because Mbak Wulan has no one else plans me and mama will help find his contract of course with money for his business capital.Because soon mas Rifki must come home ,and I always feel bad if Rifki's mas come home I'm not home yet, so I finished the funeral I went straight home .

But arriving at home I was shocked and shocked when I heard the words of Mr. Wulan who said if Rendi was the biological child of Rifki mas, as a wife of course I did not accept ,but I also do not want to believe it just like that before I hear myself from Mas Rifki.

"are you sure if Rendi's Rifki's son ?" ask mama who is also equally shocked, mama to hold her left d*da, I immediately brought mama into the room to rest .

"mama don't think a lot, I'm sure Rifki is not such a person, we wait for the explanation of Rifki first, now mama just rest, remember don't think about it first" I said after helping my mother to sleep in bed, not forgetting I also give drugs and vitamins because my health has also begun to be unstable eaten age .

"but Nuri mama thinks of you, mama sure you must also be hurt to hear her" said mama lirih

"i'm okay ma, it hurts, but I also don't want to first draw my own conclusions without wanting to hear the explanation mas Rifki, soon mas Rifki must come home ,I want to wait under mama rest yes" I immediately went to the front room to wait for Rifki mas ,there was still a Wulan ma'am there with Rendi who was still asleep on his lap, lucky when mbak Wulan said that Rendi had slept, so the boy did not know about the conversation earlier.

Oh Allah..I want it to feel like I grabbed this woman's hair and banged her against the wall but I realize if I do that then the business will be long ,I want to look strong and elegant when facing her, because I believe and believe in Rifki. My husband won't betray me.

Not long after the roar of the car was heard, I'm sure it must be the Rifki mas

"assalamualaikum.." his voice sounded inaudible.

"waalaikum salam" I said then looked out, it turns out that Rifki came with Gibran.

I welcomed him as usual, but it seemed like I could not lie to myself until finally Rifki asked

"why are you, sick?" but I shook my head, apparently Gibran who was very sensitive to me then looked at me sharply, the boy gasped and looked furious, I'm sure the boy already knew what happened to me

Although I have been acting as normal as possible my tears can not be invited to compromise, with a swift Gibran rubbing tears on my cheek .

"never cry let alone cry over something that never happened, I believe in papa "his words, the corners of my lips are interested in hearing it

"what the hell is it ? what's with papa?" ask me Rifki

"mas enter first, I make warm tea first" my habit if the Rifki mas go home always prepare a drink .

I immediately went to the kitchen, in the kitchen saw Mbok Marni also noticed

"do you believe in that woman?" ask mbok Marni

"shyuuut..do not talk like that, not good, the love of children, after all has not been proven also right ?" mbok Marni immediately embraced me

"hiks.if it's true even though I keep his condition will certainly not be possible as usual mbok, this heart hurts, destroyed mbok "I cry in the arms of mbok Marni , ' he said ,no matter how much I hold myself back from crying, I am very fragile, Lord.

"you must be strong, son, mbok sure and believe his mischief-mongering Rifki he will never do anything as low as that, make sure of it, because mbok already know and know Rifki from the past ,so she couldn't have done that 'that woman must have lied " said Marni trying to calm me down

"iya mbok, thanks, I made a drink for Rifki mas first "I pulled away from the arms of Marni mbok and immediately made a favorite warm tea mas Rifki.

Before I approached Rifki mas I sighed first to calm my mind, so that I can control the emotions later .

"you great woman Nuri, you are strong" whispered mbok Marni

"iya mbok, I went there first" my saying

"bismillah.." I wilt.

Every step I feel heavy especially when I see the woman is now also there, 'mas Rifki seems cute playing a mobile phone ' while Gibran he stared flat at Mbak Wulan .

"this gold drinks it, is drunk yes" I said

"graceful" said Mas Rifki immediately grabbed the warm tea and sipped it slowly

"hm..indeed my wife is not only beautiful but also good at pampering the tongue of the husband, the taste of his drink never changes "praise Rifki mas, ' he said ,I used to blush every time I heard the praise of Rifki mas this time my feeling is tasteless, no smile at all makes Rifki look at me in wonder

"sad you are why the hell, kok from earlier your attitude is so strange, you have hem pain, where does it hurt ?" ask me Rifki

"mas please answer my question honestly, what is the relationship between mas and him" I asked reluctantly to mention his name

"you mean baby ?" ask me Rifki

"is it true that Rendi is Rifki's biological child?" ask me again with a slightly trembling tone holding back the sobbing, I really don't want to look weak in that woman's eyes

"huh...my biological child, how is it possible, who said ?" exclaim mas Rifki

"i'm "sahut mbak Wulan

"hah..don't be crazy you, you think you are who dare to say things that are not" exclaimed Rifki glaring

"which isn't what you mean 'you forgot we ever had a relationship and you forgot what happened to us?" said the woman

I really could not hear what was going on between them, my heart was sick, destroyed ,without wanting to hear the continuation of their words that might make me sicker I then left them .

"mom...." Gibran called me

"sad ...you misunderstood, wait..

I did not reply and continued to walk towards my room, but suddenly my steps stopped when I saw Ari standing in front of the stairs, it looks like he just came down .

"Oh Allah...Did Ari hear it ?" my inner

"mama...why cry ?" ask her

"it's okay dear, so my mom finished helping Grandma cut onions in the kitchen, so her eyes hurt "my answer was lying

"dear "crying mas Rifki

"papa, you're home ?" ask Ari

"son, we go to the room yuk , the rich mama is not feeling well , you can do mama's massage , mama wants to be taken" said I gave an excuse to avoid mas Rifki

"mama's sick?" ari asked worried about me

"yes dear , the feeling is very sick , yes yuk later here makes mama more sick" I said

"yes already, if I pijitin mama first yes" said Ari while holding my hand

"sadly, we have to talk, this is not what you imagined me and him ...."

"just mas ,we talk about it another time , give me a little time to be able to calm my heart , I am not ready to hear it " said I then go with Ari

O Allah, I do believe in my husband, but I am not ready if if it is true, strengthen me O God.....

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