
"Butt. Tomorrow I want to go home. You wanna stay here or come with me?" ask Najwa.
"Wherever you go, I'll come." Answer Butet.
"Yes already. Then we leave this city full of history" said Najwa.
"OKAY. Then we'll take a few. I can't wait to see my mom, too" Butet said.
"Yes. Mamak was buried one TPU with Affan. We can make a pilgrimage together later. Najwa, there's one thing I want to ask you."
"Ask what?"
"I would have converted by now, if I had during the pilgrimage sent a do'a to my mother, would my prayer have been accepted?" ask Butet.
Najwa. He was confused on how to convey his answer to his best friend. He knew religious affairs were a very sensitive thing to talk about.
"Okay I understand. No effort you put on a face like that," Butet said with a big smile.
Najwa returned Butet's smile with a smile that was no less beautiful.
"Let's pack together. I will tell you the history of the prophet, the prophet's friends, and his people who asked the prophet the same questions you asked. But that's it, it doesn't mean anything to hunt you down, or add to your speech. What I'm going to tell you, it's purely a story of the rosulullah," Najwa said.
"I understand. Come on," said Butet.
Najwa and Butetpun went to the room with some stuff. There are many things that Najwa tells about Butet's question. Butetpun understood with Najwa's explanation that made sense.
*****
Bend day....
Najwa and Butet are at the train station. They decided to take a train to their hometown.
Gjuzzzz
Gzuzzz
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pommmm
pommmm
The sound of the train that Najwa and Butet were riding began to race on the tracks.
"Najvas. How are our plans going forward? are we going to go back to teaching at our school?" ask Butet.
"I don't know. For sure I want to go home to my parents for a while. But the burden on my mind right now, it seems like I can't linger in the village."
"Why?" ask Butet.
"My parents' love was a joke, when they found out I was widowed again." Answer Najwa.
"It's Na. Care about the times you're with people talking. Do not worry about the words of people who can not help at all your troubles. Cuek only," said Butet.
"Where can be so Tet. We are living in society. We can't shut everyone up while we only have two hands" Najwa said
"Then we'll find a job in town."
"In town?" ask Najwa.
"of course. It is impossible in S city to have no vacancies. We'll just get out of our comfort zone again" Butet said.
"I'll think about it again." Answer Najwa.
The eyes of Najwa and Butet are becoming more and more beautiful. Not long after that they fell asleep.
*****
"Ndock? you home?" Sumirah's smile expanded as the woman who was sweeping the yard of the house, seeing the arrival of her daughter.
Najwa kissed Sumirah's hand and then hugged the mother who had given birth to her.
"Najwa kangen buk'e" Najwa said as she shed her tears.
"You went home alone? which husband?" ask Sumirah.
Najwa breaks Sumirah's embrace. Najwa then invited Sumirah into the house.
"Sir'e where's buk'e?" ask Najwa.
"Say in order not to be tempted by chicken gambling again, lately he likes to join the Karmin fishing pack." Reply Sumirah.
"Your sir will be home soon. He usually brought fish. Later will buk'e cook pecak for you," continued Sumirah.
"Oh yeah you haven't answered Buk'e's question. Where's your husband?" ask Sumirah.
"Buk. Forgive Najwa for making Buk'e and pak'e ashamed. 3 days ago brother Arga divorced me." Answer Najwa.
Prukkkk
The plastic containing the fish that Suratmo was carrying fell on the floor. Suratmo overhears Najwa and Sumirah's conversation. And he was very surprised when he heard the words of Najwa.
"Pak-Pak'e," Najwa knew Suratmo must have been surprised to hear his words.
Najwa slowly approached Suratmo and kissed the man's hand.
"What did sir'e hear earlier?" ask Suratmo.
"I-Yes sir'e." Answer Najwa.
"Why? what's the problem? why can you get a divorce when your marriage is only a corn" asked Suratmo.
Najwa then recounted all his problems from beginning to end. Instead of being angry or sad, Suratmo chuckled at Najwa's story.
"Why is sir'e laughing?" ask Najwa.
"none. Just funny. You also do not need to be sad, men do not know in profit so inappropriate you defend. Let alone 3 times a widow, if you want to marry 10 times again sir'e will marry."
"Don't regret what happened.It's lucky you're just married to her. Don't be sad or think about that useless man. Live your life with happiness. One day you will meet a man who is worth you" Suratmo continued.
"Are you really not angry or sad about Najwa's situation? don't you feel ashamed to have a child like me?" ask Najwa.
"Of course not. You are the jewel of my heart. It's not your will to be a widow many times, but it's a destiny that you have to live, right?" suratmo.
"Thank you sir'e hikz...." Najwa nodded at Suratmo while sobbing.
Down all the burdens he has felt in recent days. Now he wants to be more courageous. He doesn't care what others think of him.
"Now what do you want in the future?" ask Suratmo.
"Do you better go back to teaching?" ask Sumirah.
"Did buk'e and pak'e allow Najwa to return to work in the city? but this time it was only the city of S that was targeted by us" asked Najwa.
"We?" ask Sumirah.
"Yes. The plan is that Butet and I will find a job in S. We want to get out of the comfort zone first." Answer Najwa.
"Buk'e and Pak'e bless anything while the value is positive. Maybe with you out of your comfort zone, you can find happiness," Sumirah said.
"Thank you buk'e. Oh yeah what fish did you get?" ask Najwa.
"Gurami." Answer Suratmo.
"Buk. Nana wants a gourami fish pecak," said Najwa.
"Will buk'e be made. Now you better take a shower and rest first" said Sumirah.
"Yes buk'e." Answer Najwa.
Najwa pulls his suitcase and goes to the room to clean himself up and rest. Meanwhile in different countries, Arga has done various series of therapy. There is not a single day without him thinking about Najwa. Even before going to bed, he always stared at the screen of his phone with a photo wallpaper of Najwa.
To be continue...🤗🙏