The Talak Pledge

Mom's Arrival

Since coming back into Jean's room. He lay still facing the side with the blanket covered up to his chest.

"Should I turn off the coolant?" I don't know how many questions have been thrown from me since then but he never answered other than with a headband. It turned out that this was what it was like to ask but be ignored, whereas almost every day I ignored all the words from Jean.

I could hear the sound of the car horn and the noise of the gate opening, surely mama had come with the driver. I hurried out of this room to the middle-aged woman who had been seen entering the main door.

"Why Jean?" The old eye glared like it was ready to come out of place. "It must be you, right? Mama has said do not be rash, have mending get a good wife so still less." Yesterday I did come to my mother's house before finally taking care of all the lawsuit files that will be registered to the Religious Court.

"Ma, let Gara talk first. Then look at Jean's condition." I pulled my arms slowly towards the kitchen, at least I can confirm that the conversation we both had will not be heard by Jean. "Jean is pregnant." I handed her a flat object that Jean gave me last night that since this morning has changed to my pants.

"Allahuakbar." Mama tried to hold back her scream which she closed with both hands. It was obvious that happiness was emanating from his look. "Finally my mom will carry a grandchild." Mama was still staring at the alternation between me and that flat object.

"But it seems like Jean was already angry with me ma, from last night she silenced me." I said seriously.

"Don't tell me that you've already declared your talaq Gara?" I didn't answer and just stuck in front of my mom. This time my mom hit my chest, I forgot the pain. "It's so stupid."

"If only I had known that Jean was pregnant." This time I could not continue my words, as if I was drowning in my own fear. I wish I hadn't done this bad to break the end of my marriage.

Yeah, a marriage I really didn't want from the start. Marry a parent's chosen girl with no feelings of love at all. Yesterday I still haughtily asked Mattew, one of the family lawyers, to take care of all my divorce cases.

"At least persuade Jean to eat ma." I took both of his hands, begging his mother like a child. Mama wiped the tears that had dripped with a handkerchief that had been taken from her bag. Then walk without saying any more words to me.

Jean was my parents' favorite. She easily stole their attention even mama already considered her like her own daughter.

"Hallo darling." I followed my mother only to the door of the room, watching the movements of the two people inside. "Take the chicken porridge you used to pour into the Revelation." I could see Jean starting to move her body, trying to sit down. "You know what Revelation can buy." Jean just shook her head, but I could see her smile when she was near my mom was very different when I was with her.

"Ma, Jean wants to go home." Jean said, I immediately gasped and so did the mother sitting in front of him.

"Why? Segara hurt you?" Jean nodded back. "Where are you going?" Jean's parents have been divorced for nearly fifteen years, both of whom have a new life together. His mother married a Dubai man while his father had also married a woman the same age Jean from the opposite island. "How do you want to go home to your mom?"

"Mama is also sometimes saturated at home alone. If you go home to your mother's house, surely the atmosphere of the house will be crowded." Mama's trying to seduce Jean, at least this option is better than letting her here while I can't keep her company during work.

"Ma, just a few days at home." This time can not be debated anymore, Jean would have stayed on his stand. My mother was silent without answering.

"Recover your strength first. Then we'll talk about it later." Mama walked out to pick up the parcel she put on the table earlier.

"It's impossible to let Jean go home by herself, right?" I followed him as the figure headed back into the mix.

"That's your fault, which woman would still want to live with a husband who has asked for a divorce?" This time, my mother vented her anger at me. "Even in a situation like this she still covers up her stupid husband's mistakes, oh not husband but prospective ex-husband." Mama went back into Jean's room, and I chose to sit down on the couch that Jean used to relax in.

Forgetting this problem for a moment. I took a packet of chicken porridge because I was very hungry. Opening it instead reminded me of the habit of Jean who likes to snack is not clear every time I accidentally forget the title.

"I'm so bothered. Why not just buy it yourself." I said every time Jean started asking me why I didn't buy her her favorite chicken porridge. I never ignored Jean's disappointment, nor did I respond to every request.

Go back to eating this mushy food by closing your eyes. Hope all the shadows about Jean fade.

"State!" Shouting mama called me, I rushed to the origin of the sound. Entering Jean's room, it appears that she is still trying to eat chicken porridge regardless of my arrival. "Mom should go home, Take good care of your wife" I nodded my orders. After the two women finally said goodbye to each other, I followed my mother out until the front door. It appears Mr. Wahyu who swiftly opened the car door for his master. "Mom will try to get you home." The woman had dyed my crown, a habit that my mother often did with me.

After I closed the gate and went straight into Jean's room, she couldn't be seen in her bed. I went straight to the bathroom door but this time it was locked. Well, at least I know where he is.

I cleaned up Jean's food container, tidied up the place. I'm good at cleaning rooms, my room is used to being neat even I forbid Jean to clean it even if it's dirty, so afraid that Jean will only worsen the order of neatness in my room.

Jean was done, out of the bathroom wearing only a towel in the shape of a shirt with wet hair. He still ignored me, as if my presence in this room was just an invisible shadow.

Sitting in her little chair in front of the glass. Started polishing her face with cream or sunscreen I don't know, and I'm still going on.

I sat behind him, on his soft bed. He should have known because it was very clearly reflected in the glass in front of him. "Have you finished your silence?" I began to make a sound, Jean was still seen tidying up her long hair with the comb moving her hands from the top of the hair down. "Jean, your husband is asking you!"