Iddah
Chapter 1

My name is Tina, I'm forty years old. I live in Ceplik Village, Sukoharjo, a remote village in Central Java. My husband Winarno (i call him Mas Win), the age of Fifty-five a Primary School guard, his status is not yet PNS, still a Non-Stay Honorary Officer K2 with UMR salary. Maybe until retirement will not be a PNS, even though it has served decades. It used to be a demo, but it seems now resigned to Government policy.

We have three children. The first, Bagas Pratama aged 20 years, attended the final semester at Polytechnic Furniture Kendal. At first he did not want to go to college because he knew the economic conditions of his parents, but the same Pakdhe Loso (his brother Mas Win) was directed to try - try the list of free college. Finally he tried to register at STAN, but did not escape and then he got information from his friend, if there is a free Polytechnic in Kendal and alhamdulillaah accepted there.

The second Aditya Yoga at the age of eighteen, after graduating from High School, he chose to study religion at Pondok Pesantren in East Java. And thank God the cottage is free too.

And the third Fatimah Aulia, still sitting in class VIII Junior High Country which is about 5 km from home.

All this time I helped my husband meet household needs by selling ice and snacks at home, because it happened to be the location of my house right in front of the SD where Mas Win worked. But it's been almost two years since my sale was quiet, because since the outbreak of covit 19, children should not go to school and only follow online learning.

We had to dig a hole to cover the hole for eating and school children, because even though the lecture is free, but to pay for costs, transport and eating Bagas only, he said, it's already costing almost all of Mas Win's salary. Not Yoga and Fatimah.

Until finally, the school received the help of the construction of the mosque from the Qatar Foundation. And Alhamdulillaah Mas Win allowed to participate in building labor there with a wage of one hundred thousand per day. This is a gift to our family. Little by little we can pay off the debt that increasingly makes us lose face, because what we owe is the Headmaster Mother (Mother Yoen) who incidentally almost every day met. Actually Yoen's mother never collected the debt, but we felt alone.

The construction of Mushola is overseen directly by representatives of the Foundation, Mr. Dave (i don't know his full name) is a Singaporean citizen and his workers are taken from the surrounding community, because later Mushola is not only for SD only but also can be used for the general public.

Mr. Dave was young, probably thirty, friendly and generous, although I had never seen his face in person because he never took off his mask. He is also fluent in Indonesian so there are no obstacles in communicating with the workers.

Said Mas Win, Mr. Dave not only oversees the construction of the mosque in our school but the entire Sukoharjo Regency which has received assistance from the Qatar Foundation. There are about eight Mosques or Mushola under Mr. Dave.

Usually Mr. Dave reviews the construction of our Mushola, every Saturday morning, checking the materials needed and at the same time providing wages for workers. In addition to wages, he certainly gives a bonus. Sometimes rice, oil, eggs, instant noodles, sugar, tea and so on are of course very helpful to us workers.