My Mother's Tears
Part 31 Maryati Meeting with Tomi
“Yes, I'm tired of discussing things with you. Stop in front there Sir!” yelled Yoga while stopping the speed of the bus they were riding.
Apparently not only that time, Tomi visited the station area, he even repeatedly visited Maryati stalls. When many customers arrive, Tomi tries to help Maryati to hold Bima who is still a baby so as not to fuss.
“Still, Bang. It seems like you come to my shop often?”
“Iya, after finishing duty, Brother has no activities, so Brother took the time to come to your shop, as well as to see your tiny baby.”
“Only Brother has no wife?”
“Udah split.”
“Why split?”
“Because you don't have children.”
“Indeed how long have you been married?”
“More than twenty years.”
“O yes, very long time once.”
“Iya,” Tomi replied in a voice almost inaudible to Maryati.
Since their talk at that time, Tomi's heart felt a little relieved, he no longer thought of Maryati, because Maryati had started to get closer to him, should only be limited to ordinary talk.
Because they often meet, over time the two of them also look increasingly familiar. That morning, Tomi ventured to ask Maryati about her husband she had never seen in the shop.
“Why ask that? Curious brother huh?”
“Iya, because every brother to this shop, Brother never see your husband here.”
“Actually we've been divorced for a long time. Already six months ago.”
“Means your son's age?”
“Iya, when I was pregnant with Bima, she had already left us.”
“Tega once he. Is it because of another woman?”
“Yes, he cheated with a beautiful woman in my village.”
“Currently, is Father Bima already married to that woman?”
“I don't know, but since I left the village, I haven't been back there.”
“Ooo, so.”
“Is Brother an Army?”
“Iya, I happen to be on duty in Jakarta.”
“Udah how long?”
“Udah very long.”
At their second talk, Tomi saw there was a chance to get close to Maryati, for Tomi continued to approach Maryati through her son Bima.
If Tomi had the chance, she would always come to see Maryati, even if Tomi was out of pay, she would come with so many toys for Bima.
Maryati has repeatedly rejected her, but Tomi does not understand Maryati's words. Sometimes if Tomi is not on duty, Tomi also invites Maryati to go on an excursion for a moment, relieving the fatigue that is writhing on her shoulders.
“You look too tired Yati.”
“Iya Bang, if not me, then who else will make a living for my son.”
“If Yati does not mind, you want to find living expenses for both of you.”
“No need, I still can, anyways I do not want to depend on others.”
“Where if we just get married, you no longer bother to make a living like this right.”
“Hm..!” taking a deep breath, Maryati was silent for a moment.
“Why the hell, should I Bang?”
“Because Yati has had a son, if in our marriage, God has not given us a child, Brother is already happy, because there is Bima that we will grow together.”
Every day Tomi came and encouraged Maryati's life, so long Maryati had no reason to refuse. Must be at that time he was not ready to get married, but for the sake of Bima who needed a father, Maryati finally accepted Tomi's invitation to marry.
In front of the judge, Tomi officially married Maryati. This man who was a soldier, turned out to be noble-hearted, after completing his duties as a State apparatus, Tomi always returned home to help Maryati.
With Tomi, Maryati lives a very happy life, what else there is a very funny Bima growing up with them both. Must not be his own son, but Tomi really loves Bima.
Sometimes Bima, even did not want to be carried by her mother, if she was fussy, she chose to be carried by Tomi who loved her very much.
Their days were filled with joy, up to two years of their marriage Maryati was in the gift of a child. But unfortunately at the age of two weeks, the baby also returned Rahmatullah.
The little baby was named Maryana. Having lost her first daughter, Tomi is not upset with Maryati. All of this is a valuable lesson in the home.
While Maryati who lost her daughter, day and night she cried, Tomi must have tried to persuade her but Maryati still felt lost.
“You who are patient dear, because the misfortune that we can not stand, even though we have the strength though, we are still a weak servant helpless.”
“I understand Bang.”
“Good, next time we have to be careful again in caring for him.”
“Iya, Bang.”
When the mourning period still enveloped the hearts of both of them, it turned out that God gave a surprise that they did not think at all, if in the womb of Maryati had lived a baby.
Waiting for nine months and ten days, Maryati gave birth to her third child. The birth of the baby awaited by Tomi was crying when the midwife bathed him.
“Congratulations Sir, baby boy.”
“Alhamdulillah,” with pleasure Tomi held the baby boy.
“You will give our baby a name Bang?” ask Maryati slowly.
“I will give him the name Ridwan, hopefully he will become a sholeh child and meet his parents in syorga.”
“Aamiin..!”
Like her first daughter, Maryana, Maryati's second son followed her sister at the age of just one month. Deep sorrow enveloped Tomi and Maryati's family, they both felt so lost.
One month after Maryati lost her second son, they planned to visit Maryati's adoptive parents' house in Cempaka Village.
After a tiring journey, Maryati and her husband arrived in the village, but very dear, when they met the house, it turns out Marni, the mother who was very meritorious to her has died, he said, a month ago.
“Why didn't Dad tell me Dad?" maryati asked with tears.
“How do I tell you son, you know for yourself, If I don't know where you live, didn't you go with Mom that day?”
“True Yah.”
“Then, only you and your mother know where you live.”
“Daddy is right, I forgot to tell Dad where I live.”
“Nothing, the most important is healthy Dad always, so you don't have to worry about Dad.”
“O yes, this is who Yati?” is ask Mr. Darman on Yati.”
“Sorry Dad, I forgot to introduce you to Dad. Actually, he's my husband, Dad.”
“Is this your husband?”
“True Dad, there's no way I'm lying to Dad.
Because Maryati introduced her husband to Darman, Darman immediately welcomed Tomi's hand.
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