
Mas Adzam looked at me sharply, the next second he came out and slammed the door hard.
I covered my ears. Oh God, so changed my husband's temperament.
I rubbed the wet corner of my eye. I am not as strong and strong as I want to be.
Now I don't know where Adzam is, but from the window of this room I can see his sports car leaving my mother's house.
" Where are you going, mom?" I murmured in my heart.
He never went away angry. He will try to reflect if there is a dispute between the two of us.
I rubbed back on the drips that flowed like rain.
I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. I wish a sense of relief could come near me.
I walked towards the window. It had been almost thirty days, but my relationship with Mas Adzam did not improve, it only worsened. I looked at my mother's rose. It feels like I want to open the rose, though it is beautiful but thorny, if not careful then we will be injured when we will pluck it.
" Mom,"
The touch on the shoulder made me turn my head, Ririn was hugging me from behind. It was as if he felt this heart wound.
" Patience, do not make this problem a burden on the mind. Mama must be strong. It's an ordeal, a test to welcome the little guy." Ririn's advice to me.
I just nodded, trying to follow all the advice Ririn gave me.
*****
Since the departure of Mas Adzam that afternoon now mas Adzam has never returned to the house of mama. mas Adzam also never sent news or just asked me news. My age is seven months. What a shame the fate of my son, not yet born into the world alone he has lost the affection of his father. What if he was born later? Can he feel the embrace, the warm kiss of his father? Should my son suffer the same fate as me?
A dear kick from inside my stomach broke my daydream.
" Hey baby, what are you doing? Well, yes, I can't wait to see you. Don't worry you'll lack affection. Many will love you here. There's grandma, Om Raka, Aunt Ririn and Aunt Rina."
I rubbed my stomach. There was a small kick from inside the stomach.
I smiled proudly feeling his movements inside the stomach.
Today I feel for the most incredible. I walked to the front porch of my mother's house, There's Ririn's motorbike parked in front of me. There happens to be a key that still hangs on the motorcycle.
I took the initiative to just walk around the mama housing complex.
While no one knew, I rushed on the motorcycle and immediately turned it on.
When the bike is alive and I intend to drive suddenly Raka out of the house.
" Sir, where are you going?" ask Raka.
" Want to go for a walk." I answered briefly.
Raka turned off the motorcycle I was about to drive, then he took the key and put it in his pants pocket.
" Let me take you, ma'am!"
He pulled my hand. I was surprised to open the play, I looked at my hand held by Raka.
He came to his senses with my gaze pointing to our touching hands.
" Sorry.." He took my hand off.
Then he opened the car door.
" Come on in, mbak!" Her request.
Without many words and rebuttals I was already sitting next to my sister-in-law.
" Where are we going, mbak? I'm ready to take you today."
I saw the change in Raka's attitude from day to day. I've been living in my mom's house for almost a few months now, she's no longer a bitch to me. He also helped me more often. And now he volunteered to drive me around the compound.
" Sir, why daydream?" Ask again.
" We're going around the complex, yeah. I'm bored at home."
" Do we have to go through Adzam's mas house?"
This kid talks too much, because lazy to answer I just shrug my shoulders as a sign that I agree to agree.
There is a sense of pleasure because now I can walk around even though only around the complex.
And now my heart is pounding a little bit because soon we will pass my house first, my small palace which was full of happiness, and now the house is only a memory.
Raka drove the car slowly. It was like giving me a chance to look at a house full of memories.
The house is now arid, the plants and flowers that I keep are now beginning to wither. The condition of the plants in the house was almost exactly as I withered and dried until it would eventually die.
I hid my tears from Raka's sight.
" It's bad if it can be relieved and calm." Raka said surprisingly.
" Who's crying?" My elak.
" Yes, cook the weeping Raka." The guyonannya make me can slightly pull my lips to smile.
Now Raka takes this car out of the complex alley to the big road.
" Where are we going?" Ask wonder.
I don't even have money and a cell phone.
Honestly since parting a few months with Mas Adzam, he never sent me any money. These are the consequences I must accept when choosing to part with mas Adzam.
All my needs are my mother Mas Adzam who bear.
Every time I want to buy kitchen necessities, always banned by mama on the grounds that the money to hold me later in raising my son later.
" Raka, where are we going? I don't have a wallet." Saying again.
He stopped his car at a park.
" Down yuk, ma'am! " Invite.
I got out of the car and preferred to sit around the park. Because it is still early in the morning so this park is still crowded at the visit of people who want to exercise or just relax.
Raka came with two ice creams in her hand.
He gave one to me.
" Amorning how do you treat ice cream anyway?"
" Let's be fresher and more youthful." He laughed and showed off his white teeth.
I enjoyed Raka's ice cream. If Adzam were right now beside me, this would be the sweetest moment of my life.
Mas, what are you doing? Is it that easy for you to forget me and our future baby?
" Don't daydream mbak!"
Again Raka broke the daydream.
You idiot! Why am I being a stupid woman? Let him live with Hanum. Most importantly, I have to make myself happy. I'm not alone. There are people around me who love me.
Ikhlaskan mas Adzam and Hanum happy. Maybe my destiny to live with Mas Adzam only got here. If God had written down destiny, what could I be as a human being?
after being satisfied to enjoy the beauty of this park, we immediately went home.
But when I was about to walk towards the car, my eyes looked at a figure I knew.
They were laughing happily, without any burden at all.