The Malang Widow

Applying without my knowledge

Arriving at home, Deri tried to get back on her feet with her father and tried to fix his relationship with his family who had long been shaken by the problems of his failed efforts.

After Deri expressed his desire to return to work wander to Jakarta, his parents were relieved. Because that is what they really want. But there was something that stuck in the hearts of both parents Deri, the problem of a soul mate that was never met by him made both parents a little wonder.

"Der, when did you know our future ghost?" his mother told Deri.

This opportunity was not carelessly used by Deri to introduce me to them.

"I actually have a candidate for a long time, when I worked in Bandung" said Deri who wanted to explain about me but was a little confused how to hide his problem with me.

"Kog never told you? yes known dong same mamak father" timpal his mother again.

For a moment, Deri was silent thinking about the right sentence to say to her parents about me.

"He's a Bandung guy, too?" ask her mother again.

"It's not mak, he's here, our sub-district neighbor" said Deri trying to explain little by little.

"Oh... Yes Alhamdulillah, so even deket... eits... but for a moment, is it not-don't it Lani again?" ask her mother worried.

"No kog mak, not Lani, she is more beautiful, and more friendly too, not like Lani, she also includes her children people are, much different from Lani..." said Deri confusedly continuing his sentence.

"What unfortunately?" his mother was curious.

"She's a mother's widow, she's been married before, a victim of KDRT and divorced" said Deri who began to look no doubt.

"Is that a widow? isn't anyone still a girl?" sahut his father who tried to chimed when since then just fell silent to observe the conversation of his mother and Deri only.

"How many children did he have?" ask her mother again.

"Ehmmm there are no children, it used to be the same her husband should not have children because her husband does not want responsibility" Glek, deg, glek, suddenly, Deri's heart shook and gulped a lot because she had to tell me about my condition before I became pregnant because of her actions.

I'm sorry mak, I'm actually also a person who is not responsible.

"Yes, if it's up to you, if you like him, you can only approve, but you don't want to know how the person is.

"Yes later if I've got the blessing of his mother I brought here so you can meet the old acquaintance, I'm sure you like the same person, friendly and polite" I replied reassuringly.

The next day, Deri went to my mother's house. My mother who is a retired tax officer was only living alone, because my father had long died due to an accident when he wanted to go to work 10 years ago. Both of my parents who have good jobs, make my life actually much better in terms of economy compared to Deri. But it is the circumstances that make me now an economic difficulty, especially the result of the work of Deri to me.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Deri in front of the door of my house which shortly seemed my mother came to open the door.

"Walaikumsalam" replied my mother who then invited Deri into the house.

"Who is?what's there to do?" my mom asked me kindly and tried to remember the face of Deri who had been home the other day but had forgotten a little.

"Deri ma'am, her friend Bunga, who used to be here" she replied a little shyly.

"Owh, did you forget, how? what's up here?" ask my mom to be curious.

"That's mom....emmm... actually my arrival here intends to propose flowers, I ask permission first mother what is allowed?" obviously Deri was bowed in shame.

"Oh.. If that's the case I'm up to the same flower, if the flower wants to be with you, yes the mother of God will bless... By the way, Deri boy, where's the house?" ask my mom to him.

"Mum's show" replied Deri briefly.

"Oh... deket also.. but did you know about the flowers before?"

"Udah kog bu, Bunga already told me all about himself, I used to work in Bandung as well, contract us deketan, so meet there" said Deri explained.

"Oh, so you work in Bandung too, work in the hospital too?"

"Oh, why did you resign? what if Bunga is still in Bandung and you are here?"

"I want to find a job in Jakarta ma'am, move there".

"Why not in Bandung just so you don't stay away from the same flowers?"

"Emmm Bunga sekerang already in Jakarta kog bu" said Deri keceplosan.

"Director? loh, he just called kog said he still works in Bandung kog?" my mother was confused.

"Oh.anu, I mean Bunga sempet in Jakarta during training, and I met there" said Deri nervously.

"Oh.. kog Flowers don't tell a story, usually he's not a story".

"Maybe it's because she's busy mom, so she forgot the story".

"Yes, he's been busy lately he said, rarely calling too".

"Oh yes ma'am, but I am from a family less than being, different from the mother's family" said Deri who immediately lowered his face low.

"No matter what son, the mother of the origin of the flower seneng, the mother goes with the seneng, you negotiate the same flower yes, the mother of the dutiful" he said again.

"Yes ma'am, when I say goodbye first, thank you if you want to accept me, Assalamu'alaikum" said Deri showed a smile that seemed to just get the green light from my mother.

"Yes, walaikumsalam" said my mother while looking at Deri who will ride his old motorcycle.

Not long after, my gait rang. I saw my mother's name calling me while I was breastfeeding my baby.

"Hello Assalamu'alaikum?" my broom.

"Milkahmur"

"You are from yesterday called rarely active where? you are busy, aren't you? yesterday there was training to Jakarta as well huh, kog tumben not the same story mom?" my mother asked me a question.

"Deg, immediately make my heart beat fast surprised by my mother's statement, how did my mother know I was in Jakarta? why did I say I had training here, did it look like Deri came to the house to see my mother?" I murmured in my heart.

"Ohh... Yes yesterday there was training in Jakarta, did you know where?" manya curious.

"But earlier to the house that told me, he also talked about wanting to bed you"

Deg, huft..truly my guess, this must have been Deri, I muttered in my heart.

"What did she say, Mom?"

"Yes said you want to sleep with it he said, what are you? like what not? accepted papa kog, he is kind, polite, well, even though not a rich man, but not papa, he is, as long as he wants to accept what you were once married, my mother never agrees" said my mother confidently.

I didn't feel my tears coming, I wanted to tell her that Deri was the one who ruined my life, but I didn't get my heart to her. There was a happy voice from my mother tongue that he might have hoped that I would marry Deri.

"Oek.oek.." Uwais cried for whatever reason. Immediately I held him up and held him quiet.

"Flower, whose baby is crying?" asked my curious mother who had called me often but rarely heard the sound of the baby crying.

"Oh.. This is a baby patient mom, I happen to be dines again, this is me again my baby patient wants me to vaccinate again waiting for his pediatrician" I told a lie.

"Oh.. You're dines again yes, yes if that's tomorrow again the phone, will disturb you" said my mom to me.

"Yes ma'am, I hope yes... Assalamu'alaikum?"

"Goddessalam". Then I hung up my phone and hugged my baby tightly.