The Malang Widow

Bagas Terror

Today is the 6th annual Baby Spaku Clinic. The arrangement of events I created all led to social events. Starting from collecting the children of the orphanage and giving them compensation, poor alms done by all staff of my employees around, and also the distribution of 6 thousand packs of food for free to all people on the streets. 6 thousand packs that I adjusted to the age of the clinic.

I spent the day preparing for the event with some of my work. Not to forget my three children also participated in enlivening this event. They seem very happy to be able to share it with people in need.

Every one he met to be given alms containing money and souvenirs will always reply with a smile they are a sign of happiness. This is what makes them understand will spread happiness for others and will also produce happiness for themselves. That's what I've always taught them to this day.

Since Lani I treated in my hospital, many windfalls came unexpectedly. The Baby Spa clinic that I built her patients grew and her name is now very famous throughout my area.

"Permy... Why are they living in an orphanage?". Tanya Umar who was resting after sharing a roundabout. He sat staring at some of the orphanage children who were scattering home when the charity event was over.

"They all have no parents... That's why they were entrusted to live in a home...". I answered, who sat next to him.

"We also don't have an Umi father.... Abi has long since disappeared...". Umar said with a sad face.

"Yes umi... Uwais miss abi... Why did Abi leave us for so long...??". Suddenly the voice of Uwais heard beside me seemed to approach towards the two of us.

"Prophey, baby... Insha Allah is most important now abi still exists.... Maybe one day we can still be found.... Another same them... If their parents were really dead...". I softly tried to explain to them. For a moment they hugged me tightly.

"Permy... Abi what's her face like??". Shanum asked in a plain tone.

I looked at him and could not shed tears.

"Let his face be handsome, similar to Kak Uwais and Kak Umar....". I said as I swept his body and hugged him along with Uwais and Umar.

The three of us sobbed to express a very longing feeling to the Deri who had disappeared for years without any news.

"Kring...Cring...". Suddenly my gauntlet sounded. An unknown number was visible on the glass screen.

I stared at the glass screen and hesitated to pick up the phone.

"Why not get picked up um? The phone will continue to sound?". Uwais said curiously.

Instantly I pressed the receiver button because I was not happy with Uwais.

"Hallo?". Sapaku with a doubtful tone.

"Hallo the poor widow....". Said the voice of a man I knew and was none other than Bagas apparently.

"Yourf....". For a moment I let out a long sigh and then stepped away from the direction of my three children.

"What causes you to keep harassing me poor widow?? And what exactly is your purpose in calling me??!". I asked with a sniffle.

"The poor widow... Yes, you are a poor widow... A widow who married a young man but on the way turned out to be cheated, and finally now back widowed... Haha... What a poor widow....!!". His words that seemed to be pitched like they were reciting a poem and ended up laughing out loud.

"Don't you call me a poor widow... I'm not a poor widow... The proof is that I am happy now... No problem for me to return to existence, in fact I was blessed with three sons and daughters who were very proud, and the effort I built for my economy was very brilliant... I am a happy widow... Not the poor widow...!!!". My cry with a feeling of wondering what that meant and purpose was to me.

"What?? Marry you again??? This is impossible...!!!". Tukukanku with ketus and breath that began to feel tight.

"Oh...Oh...Oh... Pretty flowers... Why don't you marry me?? Is it because you still love your ex-husband named Deri??".

"Do you really know where my life is coming from...?? Please don't bother me anymore... I've never messed with your life, so why are you interrupting my life again??". I asked in a pleading tone.

"You don't need to know that... And I told you I wouldn't bother you if you wanted to marry me again.... Huhahah!". Laughs in a mocking tone.

"Why don't you just marry someone else??".

"Can't be darling... It wasn't easy for me... My name has been tainted by your past actions that often post curses of my abusive actions to you on Social Media... No woman would marry me out of fear....". Clearly still with a contrived tone.

"Good... I'm sorry... Forgive me for what I did when my mind was immature... What can I do to help you forgive me??". My words with a trembling tone.

"I told you... To make amends, marry me again, and your business will be done....". Talk to him this time threateningly.

"I'm sorry, if that one I can't.... I can't marry again...". I sat with worry and fear.

"Why??? Did Deri cause it?? You still love her??". Ask him seriously.

"Dad... Deri is the father of my three children... The children who are always beside me... There's no way I'm forgetting...". I said with a weak tone.

"Oohs... Alright... I will prove that you are a poor widow... Just wait for it....!!!". The sentence ended the conversation that really confused my heart.

I held my gait between my chest.

"Permy... Umi why....? Umi's okay, right??". Shanum asked who was looking at me with a paled face looking confused.

"No dear... Umi is okay kog... Let's go inside...". I said as I adjusted my breath and invited my children to come in and rest.

That cold night I couldn't sleep thinking about what was really going on. My curiosity for Bagas' terror overshadowed me in my eyes. There was worry and fear in my mind that something bad was going to happen to my family. Given that I really understand the character of my first ex-husband who is very temperament and the king of the heart.

Oh Allah protect us.... I'm lirih.

For a moment I woke up and got out of my bed. I stood in the corner of the room staring out the window from my room. The coldness of the night made my hands look at each other.

My heart began to feel a deep yearning for the figure of Deri. Well, the old Deri always gives warm, friendly hugs whenever I need. Deri was always trying to protect myself from something that was happening to me and freaking me out, especially as I am today. The fear of Bagas' terror made me realize that I now desperately needed Deri's presence.

My once ego-covered love for my heartache is now burning in my heart again. But I don't know where he is now I don't understand. If only he had not disappeared, maybe now we are together again and sulking love again as usual.

Derrie..... Might you be.... Miss you... Comeback me... I have forgiven all your mistakes.... I said with both hands that continued to cling tighter and several times wiped the tears that soaked my cheeks.