The Pain of being Betrayed

Repeatedly

Alif's early school was very enthusiastic to tell every active activity in school, starting from his introduction to his new friends, and also a lesson that thank God in his favorite.

Because alif is not a Kindergarten, so this is the first experience for her to socialize with the general environment.

Usually at Alif's house I don't allow playing outside the house. Because as Mas Angga said, the children here are the way to talk and behave, I do not like.

"Well, I had a lot of friends"

"Oh yeah, good to have a new friend?"

"Happy Mah, my new friend is fine."

"Thank you if you're happy and have a new friend, but how was the lesson?"

"So it's just self-introduction, same short surah memorization."

"Keep what you can?" ask me to look, about her I know Alif is still minimal science because it is not Kindergarten, added at home rarely studied at that time.

"Not yet, Mah."

"It's okay, we'll learn again, okay. If so you change clothes first out of it eat." said I give encouragement to her.

Alif immediately rushed to change clothes and continued eating.

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"Assalamu'alaikum" said Mas Angga when entering the house.

"Walaikumsalam" I answered while kissing the back of his hand.

"Where are the kids, baby?"

"At bedtime, the matter of her going home from school was playing on, maybe tired" answered I explained

"Yeah, when I had bought ice cream for them" said Mas Angga while thrusting a plastic bag containing some ice cream.

Well, the kids on love ice cream. Every time Mas Angga went to work, he always asked to buy ice cream when he came home.

"It's nothing, it can be stored in the refrigerator. Do not disturb them Mas, you habit if they sleep in wakein." said Ku commemorate Mas Angga before stepping into the refrigerator.

"Yes, yes" answered Mas Angga while scratching his nape that does not itch while grinning.

"What's going to take a shower?" asked Ku, he was currently sitting next to Mas Angga who was busy with his HP.

"You take a shower, baby, but wait a little longer. About it I'm playing this."

"Ck, when the hell are you going to change, Mom?"

"Change what?"

"That's your job that always prioritizes HP, online games and also your online friends."

"We also need attention from you, Mas. especially I who must keep my sanity facing your nature like this, who will somehow be able to prioritize us."

"Darling don't start again, it'll be a fuss again."

"Yes I wouldn't say much if you could change Mas, if you had time for Me and the kids."

"Now Alif has also entered school, need you also as a father figure who guides him well in accompanying him to study or in his moral field, especially teaching him about 'Tawheed'."

"So I beg you, Mas. Please spare your time to finish praying magrib to accompany her to study and teach, just for a moment."

I see Mas Angga instead focus on the HP in his hand while smiling.

Astagfirullah!! I massaged my chest many times to muffle the upset mixed emotions that have been felt in the crown.

I spoke at length, but in fact what!! zonk.

I want to feel I snatch and slam the HP that is always at number one right, which always makes forget about our presence, which always makes him smile happily no matter what. But baby, I don't have the courage to do that.

With all the patience I had, I went from there to the room to calm the resentment in My heart.

About an hour later, Mas Angga followed into the room.

"Darling, please take your meal, well, I'll take a shower first. All the same coffee." said Mas Angga without any guilt.

"Sorry, my head hurts. So just take it yourself or maybe you can ask Hp or even your online friend" said I try as calmly as possible.

"Oh Allah, I'm sorry, I know it's wrong and it's very sinful that I deny my husband's orders, because I know My heaven is now on my husband's riddo. But my heart is not as patient as the wife of the previous prophet Muhammad" My inner self with tears that can no longer be weathered.

"Loh, why the hell are you, baby? from that sensi continued."

Oh God, Rob, now he's asking me why?? why did he even wrong me.

"Either Mas, now do not question Me why, do not mind Me and the children again."

"Yes, take a shower, I want to rest My head hurts." I continued, turning my back on him.

Without many more words, Mas Angga immediately went to the bathroom.

It did not take long also for Mas Angga Mandi, before long the sound of the closet was opened, a sign Mas Angga again looking for a change of clothes.

But I remain in the starting position, there is no intention to help him, because My heart still hurts when considering the nature and behavior that always prioritizes his cellphone.

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"Alif, Ayok woke up." said Ku while shaking his body.

Without much drama as usual, Alif immediately got up and headed for the bathroom.

As usual after bathing, and wearing her school uniform, we continued to pray with Me as her priest.

Strange indeed, I am the priest praying for My children, which should be filled by Mas Angga. But the fact until this second after having that HP, no longer did he step his foot on the prayer mat as our prayer priest.

Sometimes I envy the sight of those who also have families, whose husbands always have time for their children and wives, always guiding their children and wives to the path that God has guided them to, and the husband who became the priest prayed for his son and his wife.

"This is eating, keep waking up papa yah." said I gave an edict to Alif.

"Well Mah, who will I go home with?"

"Sama ustadz aja well, later mama picked up to his ustadz house."

"Okay, Mah." replied Alif as he bribed the fried rice into his mouth.

According to the order, after eating Alif directly build Mas Angga who is still asleep with his slumber, even though on the outside there the sun has risen.