The Talak Pledge

Standstill

Exactly adzan magrib when finally deflecting the car at the refueling place. Jean still closed her eyes, her clothes had changed with plain shirts and trousers when she was leaving earlier.

"I'll take you to the bathroom before praying." I was just about to remove her seatbelt, but she seemed to know and first took it off. Jean rushed to open the car door. I still looked at him when he finally turned around to look at me, yes the car door I have not unlocked automatically, this time I smiled mockingly at him.

I opened the door next to me and rushed out to open the door for her. "Be careful my wife." My words winked at him, he just looked expressionless.

Jean moved, gestured me to open the trunk of the car and I obeyed his orders. He took a separate totebag that was deliberately prepared for his prayer equipment. So did I, take the scabbard which then immediately closed the trunk and immediately kneeled it.

"For a long time we did not pray together."

"Never at all." Finally, he sat in front of the mosque of this place, straightened his legs and leaned against the wall. Jean used to ask me to pray with her, but there were many reasons I always gave her. "I'm used to praying by myself. You go first."

Thinking of the rejection that Jean kept on doing to me. Maybe this is how Jean felt, having a husband who never thought of her even asking her to divorce while she was pregnant.

"Where are you going?" I asked when he moved again. Jean did not answer to choose to continue his steps to the toilet beside this musholla. I rushed to kneel him too

"This is a woman's toilet." He opened his eyes at me, yes indeed I know the symbol of the picture of the woman listed above the toilet door.

"I'm afraid anything's happened to you." He simply rolled his eyeballs and directly closed the door a little hard.

Feeling very long, I stuck my earlobe to the door. The sound of water is very loud. "Jean, are you okay?" Started banging on the door, but the loudness of the sound of water from the faucet seemed to block other sounds. "Jean!" I started to panic. Here the atmosphere began to be crowded by road users who just stopped by either for Maghrib prayer or just ketoilet. I hid my panic among the women who began to come to this female toilet area.

Finally Jean opened the door, lip-dressing her with the tip of her upper shirt. His face looks even more pale. "You vomit again?" He nodded, I hurried him to his place.

"Is it still a long time?" Jean looked around. "I want to lie down immediately." Furthermore, I understand now maybe he was exhausted considering the distance from the house was quite a long time ago.

"All right, we're looking for the nearest hotel." Now Jean, according to her, I took her to the car, fixed the seat to make it a little more comfortable later. "We pray there." I put the totebag containing his prayer equipment and with my sheath the back bench shock.

Before continuing this journey, I first open my phone and start exploring about the hotel around. She asks him about a place he might want to be but still Jean prefers to be quiet.

After deciding on the appropriate place, I forwarded the car back to the place according to the route indicated by Google on my phone. I should have thought about booking the inn first and not have to look like this first.

*

Well what can I do, I just obey his request. It shouldn't be a big deal, let alone we're used to sleeping in separate rooms. However, the situation and condition of my feelings since last night have been different.

Jean put her little bag on the table. Directly release tired on a separate mattress with the next mattress. Spelled with tea and electric water heaters, I quickly turned on the heating machine, prepared the pre-painted glass with tissue first and filled it with sugar and tea bags that were available.

Waiting for the water to mature, clean the suitcase into a closet that is also one of the facilities in this room.

I glanced at Jean, as if she had fallen asleep and I decided to leave her alone while cleaning up.

All done, I have changed again with cocoa clothes and sarongs ready for prayers that have been delayed from before the time to change. I still see Jean asleep, let him call his prayers later because he could not wake her up.

Just in case Jean wakes up later, I've prepared hot tea to just restore her strength.

"Mas, he said he wanted to pray together?" He said as I finished my last greeting. Jean was sitting in a chair not far from me. I looked towards him.

"Didn't he just refuse?" I approached her but Jean chose to go to the bathroom. I really don't understand why Jean can be so elusive right now.

While waiting for him, I prepared his face and spread the prayer mat right behind my prayer rug.

He had gone out, changed into a mini negligee like before leaving earlier. "Maghrib prayer first, it's waiting for Isya and we together." And for the umpteenth time Jean did not respond to my words.

I was still waiting for her by sitting in the chair that Jean had occupied earlier. Maybe ten more minutes is Isya's time'.

Jean was done, but still focused on praying. I moved my seat on the table facing him, waiting for him to finish giving to his creator.

"Jean, what would you like to order? W

Let's finish Isya doesn't have to wait long to eat." I asked when Jean lowered her hand.

"I want you to know "Jean is looking at me, our eyes are staring at each other. It seems he is now pranking me. How is it possible to find food in a coastal area like here.

I grabbed the phone lying on the desk. Ignoring the many notifications of messages and calls that came from earlier then I typed the message in the driver finder application in accordance with the request of the woman in front of me.

Isya reverberated, we both chose to be silent to hear every sound from the muezzin. I still observe Jean, the woman who two years ago disturbed my loneliness and easily accepted the matchmaking offer from my mother.

"This is the first time I've been a prayer priest for you. It might hurt a lot too." I said along with the completion of the iqomah. This hotel is indeed located not far from the Great Mosque of the city, so it is very clear the sound of the Adhan that resounded until here.

"At least there are good memories before we part. And later I can tell my son, that his mother and father had congregated even once. Because what I remember during my marriage is not even a good memory for me to tell."