"Don't expect more from humans. Hug your wounds with prayer. Cleanse your soul from grudges. Let go of all circumstances and leave everything to the Owner of All Nature.
"Bang, Brother where are you going? This dish is ready, Brother, just eat first," Haziya interrupted when she saw Shabir about to hold the doorknob.
"Brother to mom's house, Brother Lathif said to cook pliek sauce. Brother eat there. Don't forget to lock the door," said Shabir, then pulled the algae and went out to the front yard. He immediately rode the motorbike, leaving a roar that was getting further away and left Haziya standing cold on the terrace watching her husband leave for the umpteenth time.
Haziya may not be good at cooking, but she continues to learn how to cook properly. Record recipes from mom, also watch cooking tutorials from YouTube so Shabir can eat healthy food at home. However, her struggles are always to prepare dishes, not to mention getting praise from Shabir, even her husband doesn't want to taste it. His bloated thumb from being hit by a hot pot that had been smeared with toothpaste was proof of his sacrifice.
Haziya couldn't help but sigh, turning around and dragging languid steps into the house with a raging feeling. This week, Shabir has not come home for two nights, arguing that he is staying at his mother's house because Lathifah's husband has not been able to come home for several days. Whereas Lathifah and her two children are not alone at home, there is Mrs. Karni, while Haziya has no one. Shabir should have invited him to stay at his mother's house.
The forehead weather was so cold, even the petrichor was stinging. It's the same with Haziya's relationship with Shabir now. Even though it's close, there's always a barrier. Two months had passed in grief over the loss of the fetus, plus Shabir's arbitrariness and inattention had sown wounds. Asmaraloka tasted bland and tasteless, there was no laughter or jokes. Short chats and more pauses.
There is no more welcome to Arunika's rhymes, let alone lullabies. Shabir spends more time outside the house. He never felt the inner livelihood, after the healing process of two to almost three months. Haziya understood that in her condition Shabir might worry her if he was in a hurry. However, even now, Shabir seems to have forgotten his livelihood. Only giving weekly money of one hundred thousand, and even then Haziya had to buy ingredients for cooking.
"Cook for yourself, save the money. Don't waste it."
Haziya never bought clothes or goods without Shabir knowing. Every day just at home without work, depending on the gift of her husband and occasionally her mother sends what she saved.
"Bro, just got home?" greeted Haziya when Shabir came into the room. "Want to eat?" Haziya had not eaten breakfast on purpose, waiting for her husband to return.
"No, brother, I'm going to the shop, it's late. Don't be lazy in your room, clean the front yard, the grass is already long." Shabir walks in the bathroom.
"Okay, bro."
The feeling in her stomach was getting worse, Haziya tried to walk into the room after cleaning the front yard. Cold sweat dripping down, thankful he didn't fall on the slick floor he had mopped before Shabir came home. Haziya reached for her cell phone near the bed, dialing Shabir's number. The operator's voice was heard several times, finally Shabir's voice aired on the other side.
"Why? Brother is at the shop, there are a lot of people. I'll see you later."
"Wait, Bro. My stomach hurts, Brother can ...."
"Just grease the telon oil!"
Tut. The call was cut off as Haziya's tears fell.
"Assalamualaikum, Haziya, are you at home? This is Mom outside, I knocked but no one answered even though the door was open. Are you inside? Why are you crying?"
Haziya could not answer the question of her mother who called her.
"Are you coming in with dad?"
"Yes, ma'am." Haziya bit her lip, holding back the cramp in her lower abdomen.
"Oh my God, son, what are you doing?" Mother screamed anxiously seeing Haziya crouched near the bed.
"Where is your husband?" Dad asked as he helped him sit on the bed.
"At the shop, Dad. Haziya's stomach hurts."
"Can't he come home? Why is your face red, you slapped?" Father checked his eldest daughter's face, holding back his emotions waiting for Haziya's answer. The scars from the slap of the night still left traces even though he had compressed them.
"Tell the truth, son."
"Alright, Dad, let's take Haziya to the hospital first."
"Where's your cell phone?"
Haziya handed her a silver cellphone, then her father immediately contacted Shabir.
"Why else? I told you I'm busy, don't bother me, just go home to your mother don't be like a child, getting sick is a little troublesome." Shabir snorted across.
"With pleasure." Mr. Burhan immediately closed the phone with a hard jaw, if Shabir was in front of him he would definitely teach him a lesson.
"Take her out, Mom. Dad will pack Ziya's clothes first. Call Lidya to come here immediately."
Haziya can't
His heart and mind need peace, plus stomach pains that often appear. Better to live with parents who
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Haziya's eyes lit up, the rainbow in her eyes curved after three months. Wear the best robe in the closet, th
It had been two weeks since Haziya had returned to the house she shared with Shabir. Mrs. Karni is also not too restrained and oppresses her, Lathifah rarely comes home to just take side dishes. Haziya had put a question mark, but she tried to think positively. Maybe they hav
"Mom, let's say goodbye to go to Laweung first, we want to eat noodles for sure. Do you want to take it home?" asked Haziya after greeting Mrs. Karni.
"No need, you guys be careful," said Mrs. Karni.
"Okay, ma'am, Wassalamu'alaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam."
Haziya got on a motorbike after being put on a helmet by Shabir. The two-wheeled vehicle sped up and disappeared from the sight of Mrs. Karni who was laughing loudly.
"Look at him laughing!" mocked Mrs. Karni.
"Stupid, I'll cry again," Lathifah said, sitting next to her mother. Their plan went well.
***
"Brother, where are we going?" asked Haziya in surprise when Shabir turned instead to the right, he turned to the left.
"Are we not going to Laweung? To Tangse, right, Bang?"
Shabir nodded. "It's been a long time since I've eaten keureuling fish. It's all right, isn't it?"
"It's okay, Bang. Ziya also likes keureuling fish."
Haziya tightened her arms around Shabir's waist. Her face was so bright, smiling happily. Trying to think positive, wherever he is taken as long as he is with Shabir he still likes it. They haven't been on vacation in a long time. Haziya also misses the beautiful days she spent with her husband. Stunning scenery danced in his dreams.
"Let's go to your house first, yesterday you left your wallet in the cupboard."
Haziya didn't ask any further as Shabir made his way to his parents' house. No bad thoughts.
"Let's go to our room first, you can rest first."
Haziya obeyed, the door to her house was not locked, there was only Fairus. Mom and dad are out for a while he said.
"You wait here, Brother, I want to fill up with gas first at the front kiosk."
Haziya nodded, it didn't cross her mind that Shabir was lying.
"I've fallen many times, and when I rise among the stars, a ray of hope illuminates. Even though the sky is dark, doesn't my dream have a chance to come true?"Before he got married, his dream was to teach at an elementary school where Haziya came from to study. However, her plans don't go as planned when her ex-husband forbids her to work. Moving to the in-laws' village, making the distance back and forth took almost an hour. Shabir is worried that he cannot divide the time. Pursuing her husband's pleasure, Haziya complied.Now, after the two of them separated. There was no income from Shabir since his return to his mother's house, so Haziya had to rack her brains to find a job. Even though both parents said they were still able to pay for their needs, Haziya didn't want to burden them at the age of almost twenty-five. He wanted to help ease their lives."Oh, it's almost late!" Haziya immediately got up from the chair, enjoying reading a story about herself wri
Haziya doesn't like being at the same table with Zaweel, after all she's been married before so her status is still hanging because the court hasn't decided yet. Shabir was not present at the first divorce hearing, delaying the trial again."Where do you want to go already?""It's none of your business, you don't have to ask to come. Remember, you're here to work, not to find prey."Zaweel laughed like a possessed person. "Who do I work for? Yes, for my wife and children later. Just give your blessing to Ziya, how about it?""Bang, do you want me to plug your eyes with a fork?""Oh my goodness!" Zaweel stood up, leaving them with an echo of laughter."See, right, tiktok kid is stray." Miska finished the rice on her plate, since last night she was made dizzy by Zaweel's behavior."Please come in passengers, I will take you anywhere except to your ex's house," Zaweel greeted when the car door opened from behind. Both Miska and Haziya lo
"Bang Shabir, I..."Haziya backed away spontaneously as Shabir stepped forward. Her body was locked by Shabir's strong arms, their faces so close."Bang, don't be like this, it's not good for people to see. This is a women's toilet," Haziya scolded hoping Shabir would distance himself, but the man brought his face closer."Don't act holy, I've enjoyed it too. Why can he be with you, while I can't be your husband, huh?!" Shabir's emotions punched the wall to the left of Haziya's face."Bang, control your anger, brother," asked Haziya half hoarsely holding back tears, the events of that hot night re-imagined. She was afraid that Shabir would get out of control and slapped him a second time."We're also not husband and wife anymore, Bang. I've already proposed--""No, I will never divorce you. You can be happy to be free with that man, never."Haziya recited a silent prayer, hoping that someone would save her from Shabir's disturbance.
"Once loved, but was hurt. Please, don't get carried away easily. Just because of pearls of wisdom."Tit!!"Astagfirullah! Why, Bang?" asked Haziya panicked when the sound of the horn blared, almost dropped the phone in her hand."There was a kuyang pulling out gray hair earlier," replied Zaweel with a straight face pointing ahead."Kuyang? What is that kuyang? Persian cat?"Zaweel laughed at Haziya's innocence. His annoyance was gone, since he was called several times there was no answer from the woman sitting beside him because he was too busy with his cellphone."Your cell phone is new, have you seen it?" Zaweel quipped as Haziya kept the silver phone in her bag.When a notification arrives in Diana's name, her consciousness seems to be trapped in Oren's house. Reading Diana's writings which tells about the breakdown of her household with Shabir. It was as if he had been dissolved in a past that was draining tears."Wh
"Good women for good men, and vice versa. Improve yourself to be better, so that your soul mate is the best that comes to complete your life.""Don't accept it, Mom, he's just kidding," said Haziya quickly as she closed the bedroom door."Why don't you accept it, people come to apply nicely," said her mother, surprised by Haziya's ban."Anyway, no, he's not serious," Haziya chuckled, keeping her stance. He could even imagine Zaweel's witty face every time he threw a joke at him. The man likes to gossip, is good at seducing every woman, as evidenced by the fact that the female officer at the oil filling station yesterday afternoon was teased.Haziya had enough of once to swallow the bitterness of a love story, and a failed household. Painful wounds don't look more painful, even time can't really heal. The sky is always drizzling, the longed blue color is reluctant to come. Every day it was cloudy, and the darkness of the night pressed against his che
"The house that I believed to be the most comfortable place to shelter changed when the storm hit. There is no more warmth in leaning on your shoulder because of the arrival of a new queen."Exactly one o'clock in the afternoon Haziya came out of the tutoring house. Actually, from half past twelve he had finished his duties as a teacher, but because he had to prepare reports and pray Zuhur first, he was only able to go home."Thank you, Haziya, for helping me earlier." Anis gave a sincere smile. "Tomorrow I'll bring your flash, okay?""You're welcome, don't hesitate. I'm glad I could help. Don't you have a teaching schedule tomorrow?"Anis nodded, she explained to deliver Haziya's FD, because she didn't feel good keeping it at home for too long."It's okay, it's okay to save it first. The day after tomorrow, God willing, we will meet here again. I have a spare flash drive.""Okay, thank you. Oh yeah, you want to g
🍁Spread kindness so that we can win. Don't sow the seeds of hatred so as not to reap enmity.🍁Haziya asked Zaweel for permission to go home. According to him, it is better that they are not alone now to avoid slander if anyone sees. Moreover, the existence of Vina, the new wife of her ex-husband who had accused him at the first meeting. It was inevitable that they would meet again later, especially until Vina found out that Haziya and Zaweel would be prolonged.Haziya messaged Zaweel when he got home. Like the man's message telling him to tell when it arrived."Assalamualaikum, Mother, Ziya is home," Haziya greeted entering the kitchen where her mother was struggling with the stove."Wassalamu'alaikum, Alhamdulillah. Have you eaten? This is Mother cooking rendang.""Not yet, ma'am. Masha Allah, it smells good. Indeed, my mother's cooking is super the best," said Haziya while kissing her warm palm."Father said t
"Sorry, Ziya. I don't believe what he says. I just don't want my bad thoughts to judge you." Anis apologized, feeling bad about the question just now. Haziya flashed a smile for him, before saying something she drank a few sips of mineral water. "There's no need to apologize, Anis. It's not a mistake that you want to pay attention, in fact this is the right way. Instead of you having bad thoughts. Bang Shabir and I have had our own lives. Yes, as I told you on the phone, he has remarried with Vina is even though she doesn't want to divorce me. I don't know what she really wants. If she is really happy with her new life, let my status be clear. The man who came earlier has helped me to leave immediately so I don't get into a fight with Vina. He's Zaweel, my best friend's brother Miska. Zaweel offers his services to become a lawyer at the trial later. He is not my mistress." The tightness filled the chest cavity again, Haziya tried to cove