The Revenge of a Wronged Wife

the pesantren

today, Akmal and Ikmal will be delivered to the pesantren, Bu Ratih's food stall is closed... we set out from home driving an angkot car owned by Mr. Ucup, during the trip the children joked. for an hour the journey.. there are many children who have just entered the boarding school, many of them are brought between their families and their parents.. I see their smiles that make me happy...

we walked to the office to register them, and to the administration, after everything was done we walked to the dormitory to dress Akmal and Ikmal....

after everything was finished, we sat in the gazebo that had been prepared by the cottage while waiting for the time to go home...

while we were chatting, Aisyah came over, and sat down to join us.same as yesterday... while continuing to pay attention mba Aisyah my heart said,, what is the truth with mba Aisyah....

finally I decided to let her. Maybe she's happy with Ikmal...

from the direction of the pesantren cottage field, there was an announcement sound calling all the new students to immediately gather.,.

Akmal and Ikmal immediately rushed towards the direction of the field..

mother, our grandmother went to the field first..

yes, yes, replied me and Mrs Ratih...

about fifteen minutes of ustadz giving direction to all the new students.I saw Akmal and Ikmal were walking towards us...

Ma'am, said mr. ustadz.we had to go to class for introductions to all the students...

at this time, it is what makes me sad.I have to part with my children, although with a heavy heart I have to let go and let them learn to study for their future..

i, hugged them together, the tears I had withstood, finally spilled out as well. And as I sobbed I said, You guys are eager to learn it, do not forget the mother doain...and on Akmal I told his sister to be taken care of... Ikmal also do not be naughty yes want to follow the word Mama's, after saying that, they kissed alternately

mother do not be sad yes, God willing we remember the message of mother, mother also take care of health yes, because if the mother soy sauce Ikmal can not massage mother...

oh Allah.added these tears flowed.for good thing Madam Ratih calmed me.and hugged me...

sincere Riana, so that your heart is relieved. later they will not become mondok because ngeliatin you cry. send them prayers so that they can easily receive knowledge, and feel at home...you see their faces..

I let go of my arms to Mrs Ratih, and I looked at their teary faces...

yes, she said she wanted to go to class, my mother did not papa really, while smiling I said...

with a smile they nodded

ratih's mother, Bi Sumi, was beautiful and the sari took turns saying goodbye to Akmal and Ikmal..

I looked at them, until I entered the classroom. and sighed softly...Mrs Ratih immediately grabbed my shoulder, and invited me to leave the boarding school.We walked to the parking lot, arriving at the parking lot.we boarded her angkot Pak Ucup.. ready to take us home...

along the way to return to the house of Mrs Ratih, I stared blankly out the window.. from childhood they never separated from me. how to sleep them later at night.my daydreams in a beautiful wake that happened to sit beside me . ..

mba do not be sad continue. later children mba also feel the same..

yes Beautiful.mba too carried away feeling yes...

bi Sumi said,,,

no papa son, you are separated. Every month we can still visit them.This is all for their future as well. ..

yes Bi.. answered me. Thank you for reminding Nana...

yes, same boy....

it doesn't feel like we've reached home...Ms. Sumi, beautiful and sari immediately went back to their home. After bi Sumi and her two children came home, Angkot Pak Ucup was already pegi..me and Mrs Ratih also headed straight home...

inside the house now feels quiet, usually Akmal and Ikmal...

I walked limply to my room before entering the room ..I looked at the door of Akmal and Ikmal's room right next to mine..I inhaled the air slowly and let go while beristighfar.and I opened the door of the room.and rushed to the bathroom to clean my face that looks damp due to crying too much.. after looking fresher, I walked towards my bed...

bruu..

I dropped my body on the bed, either because I was too tired or sad just closed my eyes.....