When Love Fades

thank you umi

I saw in the kitchen Mas Alan was having a serious conversation with Umi. Yeah.. It must be about the money. Suddenly there was a motor in front of the house. Who else if not Abi. And there was a girl in front of him. That's Aluna. Aluna and Alfan are two months old. Older Alfan. When I was pregnant with Alfan, Iren didn't want to lose. All this time, she delayed her pregnancy. And after finding out I was pregnant, she suddenly got pregnant. It may be crowded if there are many voices of children.

"Hey Aluna.. Beautiful aunt's niece?". I grabbed her straight, black hair. Aluna was beautiful, her skin was white, her eyes were round, only one was unfortunate. Pug nose

"When did Alfan come ?". Abi entered the house and I went from where I was sitting and approached Abi.

"Bust Bi". I answered while kissing the back of Abi's hand.

"l. Aunty Anita nelfon. He said again find someone who wants to work in Bali. He said he again needed the power of the therapist. You'll get the part."

"Really Bi ? Aunt Anita said that?

I'll find someone who wants to work there". Alan was very excited when he heard this good news.

"Where's deck ? I can find people. I am an ex-salesman. Cooking gini alone can't".

"Yes. Sampean can Mas. Samean is smart to woo". Answer me while encouraging Mas Alan.

It's almost afternoon. I'm still nursing Sahil in the guest room. Suddenly Alan came to me.

"Dec, let's go home. This is two hundred thousand from Umi. Keep looking for people who want to work in Bali". Alan whispered in my ear.

"Good Mas. Maybe this is the way out of our problems from God". I looked at my husband's face and gave him a smile.

"Amin Deck".

I went out of the room to call Alfan who was playing with Aluna. And as usual Alfan always cried when he was brought home. Various kinds of seduction were given by Mas Alan to Alfan and finally collapsed as well.

"This alfan is for two of his sisters yes".

I saw Abi give fifty thousand two pieces of money to Alfan.

"Alhamdulillah". I give thanks in my heart.

"Alfan pamit Yangti, Alfan pamit Yangtung". Alfan kissed her hand in turn.

"Yes.. Be careful on the road."

"Greetings waalaikum".

It should be the child who brings souvenirs when visiting the home of his parents. But we didn't. Came empty-handed, if you go home there must be brought.

An hour later we arrived home. Actually it's not our house. We contracted at my mother's house. He bought a house in the province next door. So the house here they left. At first Mbak Puput did not want his home on contract. Enough in place and in care only he was happy. But because my parents didn't like to see my husband every day just sleep on. He was angry and upset. Then my husband decided to contract it.

In the guest room, I saw Mas Alan was thinking about something. I approached him and sat next to him.

"Dec, you've got people yet? Who wants to work in Bali?".

"Mas, finding people to work in Bali is not easy. We need to convince them. There are still people who have brought anything yet. There will be a lot of questions they ask. We are poor people. No one will believe in us". Answer me at length. And that's what I have to think about.

"You're right, too, Dek. What if you go to Bali. You'll be here looking for people."

I was shocked to hear what Mas Alan said to my husband.

"Mas. Samean again not shooing ?".

"Sir. Look into the eyes of Mas. This is serious. Two rius instead". Alan tried to convince me while holding both of my shoulders.

"You don't see our lives now. To buy the children only we can not afford. You don't pity to see them? Not to mention the various installments that we have to pay every month. This year's school should be Alfan. But look at him". Mas Alan's gaze was directed at Alfan.

" The kids are small. Let Mas go to work in Bali".

I was silent a thousand languages heard Mas Alan's words. It is impossible for me to part with my husband. I really can't afford it.

"But can I part with you. When we were married, we never separated. Where is far away again. What if the kids find their dad ?".

"Deck. . We split up only temporarily. Not for ever. We can still video call. If the children ask, just answer the father again for work.

Please Dek, understand. It's for the good of all of us. Two years is not a long time. Trust me the same".

I cried in my husband's arms that soon I could not feel his embrace, the warmth of his body and also the touch of his message.

"Yes Allah. You know better than I know. And You have known from what the servant does not know. Maybe this all has to happen. Should the servant part with the husband of the servant. It feels so painful, God. If this is the road we have to go through. Strengthen us". I prayed at the end of the night to address my problems to the almighty.