THE STRUGGLE OF A WIDOW

NEAR DAWN

Susi was embarrassed. It flashed in his memory as Tristan kissed his lips. It is still very felt by him.

"Don't be afraid anymore.. I'm not gonna hurt you.. I'm not doing it out of lust, but because I don't like you cuekin like that.." Tristan said softly.

Susi was getting her face down. He did not expect Tristan to recall the incident that night. And Tristan realized Susi was embarrassed by her words.

"Why down..? His people here..? Try staring.." Tristan said withholding a smile.

"If you want to go home, then go home.. It doesn't take much of this.." Said Susi annoyed still with a lowered position.

Tristan held back his laughter.

"Why is that..?" Tristan asked again hugging Susi's body gently.

Susi surprised. The reflex of his hand pushed hard on Tristan's chest.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.." Tristan said quickly to see Susi's reaction.

Tristan did not expect Susi to react that way. Tristan became curious, her ex-husband used to do what to Susi so it became like that. Though the beginning of knowing, Susi actually looks so centile. It was not even uncommon for the dreadlocks to come out just like that on his lips.

***

The Arman residence. Arman is like a bird without wings. I don't know the purpose of life anymore. It feels empty. It feels meaningless. Arman has only sensed all that since his weapon is empowered to pull Ayana back into his life no longer.

Even Arman saw Ayana's life is now much better and happier than when she was still living with him as a married couple.

Regrets are always present lately. Always approach every act consciously or unconsciously when all is not as expected. As of now, any woman is not even able to make her heart peaceful. Arman admits, only with Ayana, his life feels colorful.

Arman looked at every corner of his house, empty. Lying in his ear the voice of Ayana and the child who used to always enliven his house. A shadow of their togetherness long ago, disturbed his heart.

With a gamy mind, Arman goes out of the house trying to calm his mind and heart by going around the capital looking for a fresh breeze. Unknowingly, his car stopped at a small mosque in one of the small villages.

***

"Why did you.." Tanya Ayana smiled gently looking at the husband's face

Not answering, Rayan instead landed a brief kiss on the lips of the wife and smiled. Ayana knew what the husband meant.

"Have you taken a shower..? Sleep is late.." Ayana smiled.

Rayan raised her eyebrows looking at Ayana's face in disbelief.

"Why did you..? How'd it go..?" Tanya Ayana pretended.

Rayan's silent. His face looks clear. Makes Ayana laugh. With a sweet smile and beautiful eyes, Ayana kissed her husband's lips gently. Of course it was not in vain by Rayan. Happily, the two finally did the husband and wife relationship with full of feeling and love until dawn.

***

"Son.. There are no mistakes that cannot be corrected.. As long as we have the will.."

"One of the duties of a husband to a wife is to treat her well.. The good treatment of his wife not only did not hurt him.. But also be patient over his bad behavior, negligence, and anger.."

"If one of the wives of Nak Arman always meets the needs of son Arman, but son Arman deliberately hurt his feelings, then son Arman has been unfair.. Polygamy is allowed when the husband is able to be fair to both.."

"If anyone is hurt, it is obligatory for the husband to honor him.. No one glorifies women except the noble ones.. Pray penance, and ask for forgiveness from Allah, and improve the attitude and behavior of the son of Arman.. God willing happiness will come soon.."

Arman bowed sadly to hear the advice of Mr. ustadz after he told about life problems that make him now regret.

Mr. ustadz was initially prepared to go home after the pilgrims had come out of the mosque. But he saw Arman sitting pensively in the corner of the prayer room since he finished praying, finally approaching him.

"I'm also hngung pak ustadz should how now.. I feel more guilt for my son.. I was selfish to the point of not knowing that my son suffered so much that he died.." Arman's cry spilled in front of ustadz sir.

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