The Love of the Widow

Chapter 36. My New Life

"Assalamualaikum" I said slowly as I stepped inside the house.

Almost a year this house I left.

A house that gives a million happy memories at once is sad.

I saw a large photo plastered in the living room right in front of the entrance to the money right now I'm standing.

Randy stood holding two-year-old Ainara, and I stood next to Randy holding Randy's right arm.

Our faces look so happy in the picture.

Ainara's tiny face was so beautiful and adorable.

"YES ALLAH... I miss them so much!" lirihku slowly so as not to be heard by Rahmi's buk.

"Aina, I'll stay a while. Go get Tony back to school first!" buk Nita broke my daydream.

"Oh. Yes Buk. Be careful on the road!" I told Buk Nita.

I closed the door slowly after Buk Nita left.

This tiny house became very quiet and empty.

Every corner has a banysk of Ainara and Randy's memories.

It's painful to remember all of them.

I went into my room.

I saw the picture of the three of us on the corner of the dresser.

My heart feels more bitter.

I sat on the edge of the bed hugging the picture frame while sobbing.

I wanted to scream so hard to let go of that longing that tormented me so much.

"Astagfirulah... Yes ALLAH... It's astagfirullah!!" I went back to being special and continued to hold back my tears.

Long I cried while continuing to hug the photo of the three of us.

"Aena... You all right?" ask Buk Nita who has come home from picking up her son back from school.

"Astagfirullah.." I said softly.

I was completely unaware of Buk Nita's arrival. I was too late in my crying.

"Sorry Buk.. I don't know if you've come home from Tony's pick-up" I replied, wiping my tears.

I cried again in the arms of Buk Nita.

"Indeed it wasn't easy Aina. But Inshaa ALLAH Aina is the chosen woman whom ALLAH has chosen by giving severe trials. Inshaa ALLAH Aina is a strong and stoic woman" Buk Nita told me.

"Aamiin.." I said while wiping away the tears.

***

Starting today I'm back at the store with Buk Nita and Susi, our employees.

My days are busy with activities.

In addition to the cake shop, I also began teaching at the pesantren as a temporary English change teacher, because her pamong teacher was on maternity leave.

In addition, I also began to actively follow various kinds of Islamic studies held in the Grand Mosque with aunt Rahmi.

And not infrequently, even almost every two weeks I visit the Orphanage, spending all day as a volunteer to help the caretakers take care of the children.

My life is starting to get excited.

I started to feel like I was back as a girl.

Unattached and do all the work I want at will.

I also often go shopping or hang out on my own to get rid of saturation.

All the activities of my girlhood used to be quiet back I did.

Even I once went to visit Siak where Mira lived by riding my motorcycle alone.

I stayed there for 2 days.

I started to feel free and enjoy my new life.

If you get tired of sleeping in the pesantren, I sometimes stay in the store with Susi.

he watched a Korean drama while enjoying our cake.

And in pesantrenpun I often take santri luluran or masceran children together.

Spending the night telling stories with aunt Rahmi and Grandma Aji in-laws.

Everything is starting to get back to normal.

Thank you, ALLAH.