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11. Ended Already

He threw furniture that I used to wear, including my son's coat hanger, so it broke because he threw it all the way down a residential street.

"Enough. Don't slam and throw away my stuff. Yeah, I'm gonna go. Satisfied you."

I ended up provoking her emotions and rebuking her.She deserves to be treated like that. His level was far from me, arrogantly jerking, insulting and driving me away.

He always turned the word around - I said. His mindset is also reversed. He puts neighbors first over wives. One day, this incident will attack him. But he remains a pretentious human being.

"You know the law. The treasure that results from a marriage, it is a shared treasure. While if separated, the father is obliged to support his son. Ndak just as evicted as you did."

I took my furniture. What's broken I separate, let it be a rasher. I then continued to speak while sitting again on the floor and leaning against the wall while cross-legged.

"I don't care about anything. You're a moron, but a pinter-ass. This is my house, I pay, not you. If you can't take care of Pertiwi, let her come with me."

He hugged Pertiwi tightly while standing up. I, who was originally sitting on the floor, was horrified to see him mastering my daughter. No, my son cannot fall into the hands of a cruel, stingy and unethical man like him. I immediately stood up trying to take Pertiwi.

"No.However, Pertiwi must be the same as me. Give him to me. Give."

I approached him and was about to grab my ball.

"Dugg..bruuuk!!!"

I fell down because of his kick. Seeing me sitting down in a loud voice, Pertiwi turned her head and forced herself from her papa sling.

"Mamaa...Mamaa.huaa..huaa..huaa..."

My daughter cried howling and beating her papa. Husband's upset. Pertiwi was also revealed. My baby that was approaching the boy ran over hugging me.

"Mamaaa..mamaaa..huaaa...huaaa...prestige...mama? Ana ang atit? Anga ice's. Anga ice yes. There's Iwi. Iwi ayang mama."

I was very moved to find my ballroom who already had high sensitivity. I hugged him gently. I stroked her hair and I whispered the words coolant and encouragement.

"Please don't be afraid, dear. Mommy is here with you. Now, Tiwi stays here and drinks your milk. Let mommy packs all the stuff we need for survival. Do you get it?"

My daughter nodded, then did my orders. He kept looking at me and then packed things. Once set, I carried him and prepared my bike.

"I'm gonna find angkot first. Don't lock the door."

Short I screamed from the living room door and started my bike.

Grateful, my savings before marriage, I did not spend as long as I was in Bandung with Deni and my daughter. Turns out this is useful. When I was truly cast out, I did not cry and wailed being mercifully for her. I don't bother the neighbors either.

"Sir, can I rent the angkot?"

I asked the driver who was driving, but still could not get passengers.

"Can mbak. Where to?"

The driver was happy, because someone rented his vehicle.

"To the Stone Fruit, sir. 100 would you like? I added 50 thousand to help lift - lift the goods. How, sir?"

I offered him that wage.

"Good mbak."

He immediately accepted my offer. I turn my bike back to the house.

"Bak moved only with his daughter?"

The driver seemed to be starting to understand my problem.

"Yes, sir."

Just a mattress that I didn't bring, because it was in the room that she used to avoid me while moving.

I didn't say goodbye to him. Some female neighbors shed tears at the tragedy of my marriage.

"Prophey, mah Tiwi. May Allah protect the Tiwi. Tiwi cing bageur ku mama, her. Rudet keg. Poor mom."

Madam Imas who was native to Sunda hugged me tightly.

"Thank you, Imas. I'm sorry if something's been wrong all this time. Say my apologies to all the citizens."

I said while crying when I separated from my neighbor.

"Good mah Tiwi. Careful. When - when to play here."

He spoke while waving when I started my bike.

"Muhun, InshaAllah ma'am Imas. Assalamu'alaikum."

Immediately I race my iron horse before the sun comes down from his throne.

Arriving at my cousin's house, my furniture set as neat as possible. My son is not crying anymore. At nightfall, my crying began to fall. Pertiwi asked me to take my seat. Spontaneously her tiny hand took out a tissue and gently wiped my tears.

"Mama, anga ais. Iwi aka aka. Iwi ayang mama." (Mama, don't cry. Tiwi ndak will be naughty.)

I tried to calm myself down and find solutions to my problems. First, I called my cousin's brother the owner of the house I'm guarding.

"Sir Tyas, can I hitchhike in the mansion for a while? I was kicked out with my husband."

But the answer I heard was very heartless.

"Sir, I bought that house for my children. Not a halfway house. Sampean did not love to stay there during Arif holidays. But I had to leave my house when my kids wanted to go back there."

I took a breath in hearing his words.

"Yes mbak. Thanks." Thanks."

At least he's still giving me a ride.

I then contacted my friend who served in Cilacap.

"Mas, I'm asking for help. I'm having a problem. I was kicked out by my husband. Now I'm still hitchhiking at my cousin's house, which is occupied by her two children who are still in college and working. But unfortunately, he didn't want to hold me for long. I can stay here for a while, waiting for an empty house. Later if his son comes to start college again, I'm asked to leave here."

"Lho Dev, don't you still have your mother's house? Go home to Gombong. It's better, it's out of rental costs."

Priyadi tried to find me the easiest solution to the problem I was facing.

"The thing is, the house was occupied by my eldest brother, mas. His wife doesn't like me. So, please, please, find me an empty house. If there's any electricity and water."

I hope he will help me.

"alright. Send address. No more noon tomorrow. I need to find a house you can live in first. Patience is it."

The son of my best friend tried to calm me down.

Immediately I sent her my cousin's home address. I saw my body sleeping quietly, as if there were no burdens in his life. I must be strong, healthy and strong to keep this Lord. I didn't tell my family, because they must have thrown each other answers. I have to solve my own problems.

'Yes Rabb. Servant sincerely undergoes Your trials. Servants take refuge in You from all hardships, evils and dangers. Please, bless my step, O Lord.'

I pray before I rest my soul, after today's exhausting drama.