Devotion (A Devotion)
Mbah Maize

Is there something wrong with me? Is it less beautiful? Have I been lacking in serving my husband? What's wrong? Something must be wrong. There must be something less like the one called Mas Hadi.

[Sher, get to my house for a minute] I cried in a message to Sherly.

The body felt weak, the trembling I felt did not stop. The thump in this chest is getting faster. I can't answer the question Izal wants to buy Gundam with his father.

“Mother, why?” the little man asked confused.

“It's okay, Son. Please get me a warm water drink.”

My youngest son went to the kitchen to get some water. He returned with a glass filled with warm water. His hand stretched out and tried to stretch it out for me, afraid that the glass would fall.

I slowly fixed my sitting position so I could drink the warm water Izal brought. After being able to sit up straight, I gulped the warm water slowly. The shaking of the body has not yet disappeared. Anxious sweat soaks the hands and feet. It feels like a lost direction.

“Mother's sick? Mother why?” ask Izal worriedly.

I can't answer Izal's question. I looked at those innocent eyeballs with concern. There was a pain in his tone when he found out about my condition. I rubbed the top of the little man's head. The crying broke instantly.

Izal confusedly hugged my body which was still trembling in tears. “Mother don't cry. Tell Izal, Mother why. If you don't have a father, don't buy Gundam. Forgive Izal, Mom. Wait for Dad.” The boy felt guilty about his request.

“It's okay. Dear. Not because of that, my mother's pain relapsed. Mom rest first, yes.”

Izal helped me lay down. He had a blanket to cover my body. The most spoiled boy to me, hugged and kissed my cheek.

“Mother is quick to heal, Mother don't get sick.”

“Iya, Son. Pray, Mom yes.”

Izal slowly exited the room and closed the door.

I looked at my bontot guy with a gamang. What am I supposed to do?

[Yes, Cin. How's it? I'm still on the road. Arrive at home later I take a bath first keep going to your house yes] Sherly replied.

That afternoon, no food could enter my body. Did Hadi stay up until night? Where you been, try it? The voice was clearly Caca's and Nofi's. When Caca spoke, his voice seemed to be smothered with his hands so as not to be too loud.

Suddenly remembered the HP of Mas Hadi that I had not finished checking. Kuraih again the object located under the pillow with an uncomfortable feeling. What haven't I checked? There was no evidence of their departure at all? Not likely. There's gotta. It is impossible without a trace.

I opened the unlocked phone again. The other HP locked the screen so it could not be opened. I'm breathing tense. I hope I don't find anything. Bismillah.

First I checked the chat messaging app, maybe there was a chat I forgot to open. Or Mas Hadi used a pseudonym for Nofi. The names on the message are some I know well. There are school friends, college friends and Mas Hadi friends I know.

[Mas, you have promised to marry me, and will divorce, Love. When are you coming home to see my parents?]

[Patience, yes] Mas Hadi's reply fed me up.

[Tomorrow mornings, so take Caca to see the dolphins?] tanyanya.

It's disgusting! Where is there a woman who says she understands religion, seduces men and takes away people's husbands?

[So, dong. Same with Caca] Mas Hadi's message.

The feeling of vomiting reading it. A man who cannot keep his honor.

[Sama Caca what's the Mother?] ask Nofi.

Oh, my God, what kind of woman is this? Instead of refusing, fishing for men.

[Sama Caca 10%, same Bunda 200%] reply Mas Hadi.

Subhanallah! My husband, dare to send a message like this to another woman?

In disbelief I checked the sender of the chat. Fia Hadi's. Slowly I checked the profile attached. Photo Nofi, Nofia. Want to hide Nofi contacts by another name, “basis men do not know themselves!” Sickness me.

[Lho tenan, tho. Wes kendel, you've dared yes, Di. When did you get married?] A message from Eko I read with a sense of wanting to hit the man who sent the chat with a shovel. The male mouth of a crocodile!

I raise it to the top of the chat, the monitor shows more chat with Eko. I smothered my mouth while screeching. Unbelieving to see all the chat with Eko, I put down the phone for a moment, then grabbed it again with an erratic feeling. Stomach heartburn, my body stiffened even more.

[Once after Lebaran, Ko. Thanks for being taught polygamy] Mas Hadi sent her pictures of intimacy with Nofi.

Oh, so Eko taught the polygamy of models like this. What model is this? Anxious I wanted to go to the house of the fat man, and then tell him about polygamy.

I continued checking the chat to another messaging account.

[Pak Hadi, Abah is being treated at the Hospital. Ask tlg sent money 3 million to pay for the drug] The name Mbah Jagad as a contact. Oh, here it is, the culprit. I put the chat up again.

[Mbah, the girl wants to be married, but the condition is that I have to divorce my wife, Mbah] Mas Hadi's message.

[You want to divorce your first wife?] answer Mbah Jagad.

[Yes, not Mbah. I love children] continued Mas Hadi again.

Oh, I can still think of that guy. I can't figure out what kind of polygamy I want to be hidden. How do you calm down?

[Please send 2.5 million then. I made your wife fainted, and kept quiet, and did not know if you were married later] Mbah Jagad's message again.

[When can I get married, Mbah?] tanya Mas Hadi enthusiastically.

[Actually you were married by the Queen of the South. Moreover, you are already wearing the Stone Mirah Pomegranate. Just stay in penghulu. Surely your wife is a manut, and the woman who wants to be pitted is also klepek-klepek with you. Relax.]

Oh, myGod! So this is the ringleader that caused Mas Hadi desperate to approach Nofi.

[Excited, Mbah.]

[Remember, send the money first, yes]

How many millions Mas Hadi to give to Mbah Jagad? Just to subdue Nofi, and keep me quiet?

Now I can find a connection between Eko, Mbah Jagad and Pak Chess. Eko as a polygamist, berpompori his friends about the beauty of polygamy so tempted. Pak Chess became an inspiration for Mas Hadi to find people who could help make his wish come true. Mbah Jagad, the psychic, helps Mas Hadi to be polygamous by stealth. In order not to be discovered he paid the dowry to Mbah Jagad.

Mbah Jagad is still asking for money to Mas Hadi, like blackmailing. Every need money, ask to Mas Hadi.See some photos of proof of transfer sent to Mbah Jagad account. Subhanallah, idol. It has crossed the line of tolerance.

I kept all the evidence of the conversation and sent it to my contact number. I continued to open another app. The gallery! I was almost surprised to remember it myself. Why can you forget?

After pressing the click button on the gallery icon, I searched all the pictures there. Image from chat folder, download, and lastly to camera folder. The huft! I have to prepare myself before opening the whole thing.

One by one the photos were presented sadistically and suffocating the airway. A picture of a woman without a hijab on the crown of her head and a man hugging a friendly. He dared to open the hijab in front of a man who was not who? A happy smile fell on the lips of the two.

Shaking I continued to open another photo. The photo of Mas Hadi holding Caca affectionately and holding Alfin in his arms. Why didn't Nofi forbid his son to spook at a man who wasn't his father? What kind of mother is this?

Without a second thought, I sent all the files to my contact number. Then I put the phone down weakly without power. I draw and exhale without rhythm.

I calm myself in pain. Tears stifled the flow inside his pouch. The nose becomes blocked, because some tears do not meet the channel because of the cut.

'Peace your heart, Love. Calm your mind, ' whispered my heart trying to reconcile itself.

I am the lake, the seat of a man who wants to paddle a soul. When the man's soul is no master because it is affected by the Stone of Mirah Pomegranate and Nofia, should this lake wait for the pedicab of the heresy that has been torn because of betrayal?

The rain was drizzling on the windowsill, with my ever-loyal poetry. Fondling every tear of sorrow with prayer. May this pain be a sin.

[Cint, open the door. I'm in front of] Sherly's message my best friend.

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