THIRD WIFE AND SECOND HUSBAND
* I'M SORRY.... *
Back mas Arif drove his silver car to take me to my mother's house, until right where I was raised Arif's car parked on the side of the road was about to go out and take me down.
"Mas.sorry until here you take me. " mas Arif looks confused by his words that forbid him to take me to meet my mother in person.
"Why deck? can't I get to know your family more intimately on deck? " looks disappointed in the man's face.
"It's not so mas.." I gave a pause to my words. "hmmm.. I'm just not ready yet mas." continued my words hoping that the man was not more disappointed with my reasons.
"Well if that's what you want, but you have to promise the deck, if anything happens please call me and don't make me worry about the deck. "
"yes, be careful on the road and thank you for bringing me here. "
The silver car drove off after saying goodbye to me, there was pain and fear as we parted at the intersection of this road.
My step drove to my mother's house with a little souvenir that Arif bought for my mother.
When I saw that the door was a bit closed and wanted to open the door slowly, there was a bit of fear and a deep sense of guilt in my heart.
"Oh my God, forgive me. "my murmur was in my heart without me noticing that there were tears falling on both my cheeks.I quickly bashed it with my hands.
I didn't want my mother to see the tears of regret that fell on my cheek. When I opened the door of the house I saw my mother doing her duty prostrate.
"Assalamualaikum.". "although I know my mother will not answer my greetings when performing five prayers, but as an obligation I still say hello when entering or leaving the house.
After living his worship my mother did not forget to give thanks and pray. I shed tears as I heard in between prayers my mother mention my name and my brother so that we are always in the protection of Allah.swt and kept away from any kind of danger.
"Oh my God, always never despair mamah pray for us in every worship.I'm sorry your son who can not keep your trust, sorry your son is already covered in sin. " I'm in my heart.
"Walaikumsalam.. vita, you've come home son. "my mother answered the greetings after finishing in her worship and prayers, awakening me to return to the real world.
"Oh, ma'am, "I washed my falling tears as I heard my mother's prayers.
"Hey... Why are you crying my son? what was? "
"There is nothing ma'am just moved to hear the prayers of the mother who always pleads for the health of me and my brothers mah." I said a little lie.
"It is the duty of a mother who wants to see her children happy and always in her protection son." while folding a trap of her prayer tools.
"Tumben you have come home now Vita, usually every weekend you can go home to visit mamah." quit his job and furrowed his eyebrows as if investigating something oada me.
"Just miss the same mamah aja, makanya Vita home mah." again I have to keep a lie in front of my mother.
"Yes, I stopped by the fruit shop and bought a healthy one for consumption. "
"Thank you son, you should have saved his money instead of buying so many fruits like this son. "
"It's okay mah I've started saving a little. "when I say pause. " Hmmm. mah I went to the room first yes want to rest for a while mah. "my mother nodded enthusiastically by accepting the fruits I gave her.
I rushed to the room where I had been working for a long time in the mba wiwin stall. I looked around the front of my room to make sure that no one was going to come into my room, and I closed it tightly and I forgot to lock it to keep it safe.
After I teebaring on the shabby little bed I glared up at the sky of my room, closing my eyes this recall of what I had passed by beesama mas Arif at that time.
I remember a four-sided cloth where there was a patch of my holy blood there. I quickly took the object out of the nightstand and I looked deeply as if this chest tightness when remembering my mother's face that would be disappointed because of my actions.
"I'm sorry Vita mah. "I clasped that rectangular cloth between my fingers with tears of regret.
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Three days I was at my mother's house, I did not tell my situation with Mas Wisif to make him very worried, because I accidentally turned off my phone so no one would call me when I was at my mom's house.
Only occasionally did I activate the flat-shaped object to notify mba Wiwin asking permission because it could not be re-activated in its stall.
Although I saw a series of missed calls and so many messages from Arif mas but none of my intentions to open and reply to the message what else to contact him even if just to give me information about my situation at home maestos.
I turned my phone off and kept it inside my nightstand. Because the day was getting nauseous by late afternoon, I grabbed a towel and was about to clean my body.
When I was in the bathroom, I didn't know that my mother had come into my room to clean my closet.
How surprised my mother was when she met the four-sided cloth that I deliberately hid among the pile of my clothes.
Unable to say anything, there were only tears and regret that plagued his heart, felt failed in educating his daughter, felt devastated by his trust that had been betrayed.
I was stunned when I came out of the bathroom and saw my mother crying while holding the bloodstained cloth of my chastity.
"What have you done, son? why do you betray the trust you've given me." A series of questions I can't answer.
"Who is that man who has dared to take your crown? answer mama Vita!" my mother's sobs made me like a statue in front of her.
"I'm sorry.I'm sorry, Vita. "the words are all I can say, begging for my mother's disappointment.
