Virgin Widow
Eps12

This aroma soothes the soul and makes me unable to resist the extreme drowsiness. Caused by exhaustion after a long journey, I fell asleep on Zaid's arm, and the miracle I had hoped for had not yet come for me.

Azan dawn sounded from the loudspeaker surau kampung, beautiful and sedayu. The voice of calling upon men to worship the Creator awakens me to sleep beside Zaid.

But ... Where's zaid? Kuraba to the side I can't find. Didn't I sleep in his arms last night? I immediately rose to seek the whereabouts of Zaid, afraid he was okay. I rushed to my feet and almost stepped on Zaid who was apparently sleeping on the floor.

“Yes Allah, Uda. You sleep on the floor?” Zaid slept on the prayer mat, probably after the qiyamul lail he had just fallen asleep.

“It's dawn, Sah?” Zaid tried to behave normally, stood up and passed after saying goodbye to the surau. The first night I ran aground again, Zaid didn't touch me.

We couldn't stay longer at Mom's house, there was a problem with the delivery to Mentawai, so we had to go back to Padang immediately. If I survive can add to Mom's burden, because yesterday we came well.

“Sorry yes, Mom, we have to go home to Padang.” immediately Zaid told the office question to Mother who was sitting at the dinner table enjoying a cup of tea and fried breadfruit.

“Kok can?” Mom looks worried.

“That happens a lot, Mom, so I don't have to worry. It's just Hafsah briefly with Mother.”

Mother looked at me who was sitting beside Zaid.

“Ya, already. Your brother's been told?”

We both shook our heads, for Abak had not returned from the musala since dawn.

Zaid asked me to pack up soon, hopefully Abak will come home soon so we can immediately ask permission to return to Padang.

According to the initial plan before returning to Padang, we stopped by the halfway house, there the children were waiting expectantly wrapped in longing. There was happiness on Zaid's face when he gave them gifts. I couldn't hold back tears when Salma, my protege, hugged and cried as we got out of the car.

“Salma miss Umi Hafsah.” He's still as bothered. I slowly let go of the longing embrace to her tiny body.

“Umi also misses Salma, how is the Quran memorization, how much is juz?” my many.

“Less, Umi.”

“Kok can?” I held her face and squatted down to line our bodies.

“Salma can't learn tahfidz without Umi.” Her tears are melting again.

“Salma should be able to memorize until Umi comes home next month yes, can learn the same other brother.” Salma nodded, her small body I buried into her chest.

We spent nearly two hours with them at the halfway house, listening to the longing they had recited from their tiny mouths. The newness of the soul, it was not only me who felt lost.

“Well, where do you want to go?” Zaid broke my grief that began to clot.

“Solar Uda only.”

“How about going through Solok? Later we can rest in Tugu Ayam Jago.”

Once in Padang, I couldn't take it anymore. I'm tired, my patience is over. Which wife would want to be treated like this.

“Uda, why don't you want to sleep with me? Is it because you are not in love? Or Uda has another candidate perhaps?” My eyes are red withstanding the crying.

“Well, I love you because of Allah,” he said slowly and trembled.

“Why has Uda never supported me?” My chest rumbled in anger. I'm tired, I can't take it anymore.

“It's torture, Uda, not love. All this time I wish Uda was just testing me, but this has gone too far,”.

“Sah ... I'm sorry,” said Zaid stammered, there was a clear in the corner of his eye. Zaid crying. Is it because of my screams, or is it true to admit his mistake.

“It's all not like you think, Sah.” His breathing sounded heavy. “I love you because of God, and it started from the halfway house you built.”

“If love shouldn't be like this, Uda.” I began to melt and lower the volume of my voice.

“I'm sorry, Sah.” Zaid clasped my finger, there was a feeling of warmth, just for a moment.

“But, Uda ..”

“I'm tired, want to rest,” is just that, Zaid left me in the wound again. I wanted to slam everything in front of me, like it was Zaid.

Tonight was worse than the previous nights, disappointed, angry, even hatred mingled into a time bomb ready to explode at any moment.

This morning felt so gripping, because the time bomb was just waiting for the blasting seconds. Exactly when Zaid had breakfast, I would ask him to divorce me. Although religion is strictly prohibited, it is allowed if it has a reason that is in accordance with religious rules.

“I'll win,” lirihku.

That time is getting closer. When the guest room opened, Zaid appeared and walked towards the guest sofa, not to the dining table. His face pias, his steps slow and slightly staggering. Suddenly Zaid fell down before reaching the sofa.

How'this? I ran to catch her body, but I was late. Zaid fell to the floor, and an envelope fell.