The Malang Widow

Wisdom

Unlike usual who came directly to the house if you want to meet with Uwais, now Deri will call me for permission to meet with Uwais and determine the location of the meeting outside.

This afternoon I made an agreement with Deri in the Old City to meet. Selected a location that is crowded enough so that I do not return slandered by the presence of Deri from the neighbors if in my house. A week ago he last saw me at my house, and after that he chose to always meet me outside.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" the greeting Deri who came to me sat on a chair in the middle of the garden.

"Milkurall?" answer me without looking.

Soon I extended my hand to give Uwais to her as usual. With a feeling of happiness, he also channeled his longing desire by kissing Uwais's face.

In a crowded place like this makes me comfortable if I have to meet with Deri, for some reason now I start to feel the change in his behavior. Now he's more polite to me and doesn't carelessly do things without my permission first. As if now he has begun to understand the appreciation of a Muslim woman who is not his mahram.

"How are you?" asked Deri to me while teasing Uwais with laughter.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy" I replied briefly.

"It's a little money for Uwais, sorry I can't give you much, in the meantime I just started working at Ferdi's friend's company, InshaAllah later if it has started payday I will love more for you" he said while thrusting an envelope containing money that does not know how much it is.

I kept quiet and there was no desire for me to accept the money because of my pride. But there was no sense in his mind. Instantly he returned Uwais in my sling. Then he took the bag I was wearing on my left shoulder, and put the envelope in my bag. I could only be silent as if I didn't know it, because honestly I also needed the money for my and Uwais' needs.

"I can't stay here for long, because I'm afraid Uwais asks nyusu, here there is no comfortable place to breastfeed" I reasoned.

"No matter what, I also have a schedule after this in Al'amin Mosque" his sentence immediately surprised me. Apparently, he is now following the same prayer as me and in the same mosque.

"Oh... Do you like to go there? been long?" manya curious.

"Yes, but just a few days ago, this time only wanted a third time" he replied slightly to my heart and made me long speechless.

"Flower, did you get any?" ask her who immediately evoked my thinking daydream when I will also leave kajiyan there after this. Why can the same goal yes....?? I murmured in my heart.

"Ehmmm, actually I will also go kajiyan there" I replied a little nervously.

"Oh... So you went there too?"

"Yes, it's been quite a while since I've lived here, but I only took the schedule this afternoon, because the night I couldn't because I had to go home alone" I explained.

"Don't, I'm an angkot as usual,..."

"Ohhhh yes I forgot.., we are not mahram.. ya already papa you naek angkot, but ati-ati yes.. later I will accompany angkot that you naekin" it was like it made me feel like I was the first time I knew him.

"Yes, I've said I want to find angkot, Assalamu'alaikum" I said as I walked away from him.

"Walaikumsalam" he said with a smile that was so revealing.

Before long I rode the ready-made questionnaire in front of me. Deri from the window-glass smiled at me as I looked at her. Seemed himself passing his motorbike which continues to go hand in hand with the angkot I was riding. It is romantic like dilan who is PDKT with milea only.

A few minutes later I arrived at the location. It looks like Deri welcomed some of his male friends who are fairly familiar even though he had just been in the middle of their position. My admiration began to fall on him.

Inside the mosque, as usual I listened to the lecture from the ustad. But suddenly my mind was fixed on something else about my life. It crossed my mind about the events in my life all this time.

I once called myself a poor widow when I was falling apart in my pregnancy after being abandoned by Deri at that time. But now it was as if the gratitude I was beginning to feel slowly. What I experienced, my pain.my crying, and all the hardships I experienced were the fruits of all the sins I had committed....

From the start I had to go through a divorce due to the DPRT, maybe it was God's way of reprimanding me from the dating sins I once committed with my ex-husband, the sin of my youth that often spent my time on wandering was obscure and blasphemous, although not in a black world like a dugem, but still it was a sin....

It was not enough that God rebuked me with my divorce, I fell back in the sin of adultery with Deri....

My meeting with Brother Arif and his fairly brief proposal may actually be a scenario of God who wants to help my life in times of difficulty. In the condition of pregnancy, when no one would accept me to work, Arif unconditionally gave it to me, even with a place to live to ease my burden of course. If it wasn't for the growing sense of me back then, it might have been hard for people to do good like that... Well, that's how God brought me help.

And now answered has been a prayer in Istikharahku long ago with Kak Arif. It would be unfair if he chose me as his wife, while I have the fruit of love with Deri which would certainly scratch the disgrace on his good family. Until in the end Allah also met his soul mate in Kalimantan. With the presence of Deri to bother me again, maybe that's how God shook the heart of Kak Arif at that time until finally he chose to go to Kalimantan.

Sunggun beautiful plan of God.... Likewise with Deri. his meeting with me has now led him to kajiyan in this mosque.....

My eyes glazed over in my daydream. Soon I was jolted with the cries of Uwais that built me up from my daydreams. Apparently she was starting to get thirsty, and I immediately suckled her.

A few days later, there was a package of food delivered by an online ojeg to my house. And I'm sure it's from Deri. Then I took my salary and I sent him a message.

[Assalamu'alaikum, thank you Deri for the food.] The content of my message is not at length.

[Walaikumsalam, yes equally... take care of your health and Uwais.] Reply shortly afterwards.