The Thorn in the Family

Widow

Without feeling the time goes by quickly. Now I am a widow, a fact that cannot be seen in truth. I am an honorable widow who maintains my pride. I would rather be a widow than have honey.

Honey is said to taste sweet, but I'm sure in any part of the world where all humans stand, I don't think anyone can taste the sweetness of this one honey. Except for those of choice.

It is said that according to my mother-in-law, this honey can lead me to a shortcut to His powerful heaven, but I think I will not be able to pass the test of heaven by that path. I prefer to retreat and find another way to His heaven.

Doesn't life only once, but the journey and the story are still long, as if endless except when death picks up. Like the story in a novel. Life must go on with chapters to produce an interesting storyline.

I learned about life, there were some that went smoothly, there were times when stumbling blocks came blocking the way. I think this is the biggest stumbling block in the phase of life that I've been through.

He exhaled deeply and roughly, like the bias of Dance, choosing to sit on a worn chair made of woven bamboo. His body will rest on the mango tree. The tree he uses as a backrest as well as a place to shelter. Protect from the scorching sun during the day and from the small rain stubs that come when the drizzle starts to come.

Is not slalu full of color, not only bright, but also not slalu overcast. Sometimes it's so gray in between cloudy and bright.

Nothing is eternal in life. Sometimes there are enough onions that make the pain, sometimes there is a little coffee to add a bitter taste, but sometimes there is sugar that makes life become rustling more beautiful than usual.

Is not life not slalu like the story in the fairy tale country, where at the end of the story the main character will be coupled with the adoration of his heart, after passing obstacles, obstacles that block.

Dance closed her eyes, letting her veil flutter in the wind, which passed through her body.

Rumors of her widowed status began to blow among the citizens, when they never found the presence of a male figure in the house. It's just that they don't understand whether the widow Dance is divorced, or the widow is left to die.

He prefers to talk about his past life. He was silent really did not want to share with others about his bitter story. Enough with Allah and the title of prayer as a testament to how sad the story he went through.

Dance let everyone assume about her status, without wanting to explain and defend. He just wants to live in his life.

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After the decision was completed, Randi and Tari officially divorced. If now Tari feels like a widow, but not with Randi, she does not feel the status of a widower. For he still gave the rose.

Randi is still not desperate for the destiny that God has laid on him. That morning, he chose to go to the village where Tari's mother lived. He hoped to find a speck of hope there.

Wasn't some time ago, Bude also had time to give him news of the existence of Dance, and send some money for him. He hopes to get information about the existence of Dance.

Randi called Bude's number before his car reached his ex-wife's birthplace. Several times he tried to make a call, but unfortunately the number is no longer active.

Feeling annoyed at not getting an answer from his call, Randi further accelerated the pace of his vehicle. The wheels of the car and the heat of the asphalt collide with each other at full speed. There is hope of meeting his ex-wife there.

Two hours drive, Randi's car has tina in front of his former house-in-law's yard. The condition of the house is quiet as it has been uninhabited for a long time. The scattered leaves fell on the yard of the house. The porch light was still on when it was still daytime. Dust began to cover the walls and floor of the porch ceramic. Some ornamental plants in pots that usually show their beauty are now withered, even some of them are dead.

Randi peeked at the window of the house, he turned from the front to the back. Everything was closed without gaps. He could not see the conditions inside. Now his feet are running to the side of the house.

He took the table, trying to ride it carefully, hoping to find a life there. Randi's eyes focus on scanning, the entire room that can be reached from behind the ventilation.

Blank.

Now his eyes are trying to point to Dance's room, the room is still tightly closed, as well as the window on the right side of the building. All closed, a stroke of disappointment lay in his heart.

“Where are you darling?”. Inwardly, he sat beside the yard with his body leaning against the mossy wall. His muti-wearing printed a clear picture of moss there. He was pensive, bowed for some time, briefly closing his eyes. Remembering all the memories in this house.

When he proposed Tari, when he legalized Tari and when the quarrel.

Randi squeezes her hair in frustration.

“Mas Randi huh? What are you doing there?”. greet one of the neighbors who happened to pass next to the house of Tari.

“Bu, Ms Minah is not?”, he said with a smile on someone who used to be a wedding contract with Tari.

“Iya Mas, Mas Randi what is there?”. Bu Minah's forehead shriveled when she saw Randi's clothes full of moss on the side of her back.

“Bu, did mom see my wife some time ago here?”, she asked enthusiastically.

“Lh instead of mbak Tari, stay in Surabaya ya Mas, if Bu Marni has been more than two months not home. He said stay at home Dance, I think yes at home Mas Randi also”. The answer that makes Randi, must swallow his saliva violently.

“What some time ago Mother Mina saw my wife, in-laws know Ipul came home to this house?”.

Ms. Minah did not answer, she just shook her head.

Randi looked down for a while. “If Pure Bude where ya Bu?, it seems like his house is also quiet?”. Ask later, a while ago came to Bude's house and got a quiet situation there.

“Bu Murni..”.he paused his speech for a moment when he got the question.

“Bu Pure...

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