Devotion (A Devotion)
Unintentionally

“What we should do first is, make Nofi weak.” Sherly found me on a cold afternoon.

We both sat on the porch. The kids haven't come home from school. The beautiful woman stopped after returning from the market. Although she likes to wander to the market to buy groceries for her stall, Sherly still looks beautiful with her appearance.

The wind wiggled the flowers. The shady sky of Semarang is not as bright as usual.

“You eat a lot, you know. Remember, you need to be sexy. Don't lose to Nofi. You're prettier than her. Is she pretty? Not at all. She looks beautiful because of the camera. Because make up.”

“What should it be?” I breath with worry. Sexy? Beauitiful? Make ups? Is that all men are looking for?

“Listen, Cin. When viewed from the shape of the face, you are more beautiful than Nofi. Nofi is pretty polish. Not as beautiful as you. You are beautiful, you are truly beautiful. But we beautify you again, let Nofi convulsively see you not crushed when she wants to destroy you.”

“I have to how?”

“You are in the correct position of weak times. He who was clearly out of place was brave. When you lose the same wrong person? So you have to be brave!”

“Yes, but if I hold him, I feel like I'm nothing. He's great, has everything. Beautiful, smart, great.”

“You, the same people are wrong and jealous? Hey, he doesn't deserve to be cheated on. People are not good, jealous. Jealousy is just as beautiful, but it can take care of itself. It's not the same people who sell themselves to men. Great people don't want to drop others for their own sake.”

That's right Sherly said. Jealous, same Nofi. A woman who braces herself to be hugged and carried by a man who is not her mahram does not deserve to be envied. A woman who sells herself to men, like a pebble on the side of a road that is easy to take and then just pummeled. Like a colorful imitation plastic flower is tempting, it is not actually a paradise-scented original flower.

Anxious feeling this heart remembered the woman who acted as if there was nothing in front of me while playing at home, it turned out that behind Nofi went to have fun and have fun with my husband. So it was Mas Hadi who invited him to polygamy? If invited to polygamy he does not want, then what would he want to keep going with my husband?

“Trus I have to how, Sher,” my lot is weak.

Every move, I remember those disgusting photos. Every time I opened my eyes, the shadow of a smile that dampened my steps held on. When breathing, this heart tightness by the clasping and insults of my own husband. How happy the devil and the devil when a husband is angry and berates hateful to the wife.

Defeat demons? Can I make the devil destroyed? How can destroying an enemy that has long entrenched even rampant entering my home without the slightest sense of sin have hurt his own best friend? Friends who have been helping, loving, advising, and caring for their children when they are bothered.

“Yuk we walk, let your brain fresh little bit,” Sherly suggested suddenly.

“Way to where?” Really, my body felt very weak without energy.

“Wash your eyes, let's not think of your husband's behavior that is not clear.” Sherly looks upset with Mas Hadi.

“For a while but yes, later my children come home from school no one is guarding.”

“You guys pick up the kids? How?”

There is doubt in the heart. Picking up children in body condition still can not stand up properly? But Sherlyy's advice to refresh the mind is good too. Since the heart was tormented by the treatment of Mas Hadi, I have been locked up more often.

Lazy out, uncomfortable meeting people, inferiority, and feeling like being the least kind person in everything. All those negative feelings came into sudden ambush without any guilt, making me the most guilty person with all the circumstances going on. Crying and sad because I feel I have made runyam the condition of my household. Am I really wrong?

“Close to ATM first, yes, Sher.” I asked the Indo-Spanish woman to stop at an ATM near Ngaliyan Market.

Sherly pulled the car over. I came out wearing a mask and gloves. The undetectable condition of the Corona virus is where, my frail body devoid of energy, makes me even more alert. Arriving at the ATM booth, I immediately took some money for the purposes of this week.

“Oh, Hi Nof? How are you?” my bro came out of the ATM.

How did Nofi suddenly get in line into the booth?

This heart rate in the chest surges in an unstable tempo. The roar that stifled the airway, making me breathless. Meeting the woman who wanted me to divorce Mas Hadi in an accidental state, made me flutter erratically.

The woman did not answer. Maybe because I wear a mask. He can't see my face. But time doesn't recognize my voice?

Nofi got into the booth in a hurry. I saw him still looking at me cynically and confused. He didn't even answer my greetings.

Time not knowing your own friends? Oh, I forgot. I used the car that Mas Hadi just bought. “I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you're being nice to Nofi,” he said as he handed over the red car keys.

“Sher, Nofi at ATM!” screams from behind the window.

“You log in again to the ATM, show you are not weak!” sherly's orders lightning.

I walked to the ATM for the second time. Though it had taken the money, time to take again? Its alright. Robust. Must strong. Can't be weak. Great, I'm better than him. Adult women are not worthy of jealousy.

Nofi is still inside. Long time, huh? Is he waiting for me to leave? I'm standing in front of the booth. The woman didn't come out soon. My feet are tingling from standing up for too long.

“Hai, long time no see. Where the hell was it?” sweep me when he comes out.

The woman wearing orange jersey material clothes looked at me without a sound. The clothes he wears form curves every time he moves. A red flower veil covers her head.

He kept stepping away. His steps rushed into the car.

I went into the booth for a while and went out to follow him, without taking any money. I saw him get in the car, which I don't think was his car. A black mini van was waiting. He went into the front side of the driver's seat.

The car was driven by a man. I've got a good number of police. But I couldn't clearly see the man inside.

With a breath I got into the car. Seen by me, Sherly was being serious with a cell phone camera, aiming for any movement of Nofi in her lens. I smiled seeing the action. Sherly, a friend whom God sent to help fight Nofi.

“This, the car number. Her photo. Look at it, his expression when he saw you. Shocked him, right?”

I scanned every photo slide on Sherly's phone in cold sweat and trembling. Can't believe being able to deal with it in such a calm condition.