Enough One Wife
Thank you, my wife

Five o'clock, when working hours are over, I'm out of the office. I can't wait to get to our tiny contract in the South of town. Wanting to inform Jihan, my wife, of the sudden rise to office is a great blessing for those of us who are fighting for this future.

Passing through the campus area, my stomach was immediately rumpled because my olfactory senses sent delicious aromas from various types of food sold by street vendors. Plus, at lunch hour did not have time to enter any food because it was already excited after the announcement of rising office, also fellow colleagues who changed to congratulate.

My old motorbike stopped right in front of one of the carts of the egg martabak seller. This is Jihan's favorite, because the sauce is different from most martabak sellers, said Jihan like martabak sellers in her hometown on the island of Sumatra Untung alone is still quiet, I'm the only buyer, he said, so it doesn't take long to line up. I took out a hundred thousand bills after ordering one plate of egg dignity and a plate of bright black glutinous moon. Later the plan will be to eat with Jihan while telling stories, as well as making a life plan next after there is an increase in office which means the salary also goes up.

After getting the martabak, I immediately climbed on the bike, it felt like I wanted to push it as fast as possible, but was blocked because the road was quite crowded. Jogja lately is often jammed, motorcyclists are getting crowded, plus tomorrow weekend, be almost an hour to get home.

Finally arrived in front of the house coinciding with the Maghrib. The porch and living room lights are still not on, even though the left and right neighboring houses are empty so that one row consisting of only three houses looks dark. Coincidentally our contract was in the last alley, there were only three houses and besides our contract was empty since the beginning we contracted.

"Assalamualaikum," I said my greetings while opening the door. In just a matter of seconds the sound of crying twins, it seems they are shocked by the sound of a front door scream that always sounds if it is opened closed because the hinges are rusty. From the information we get from the owner of this house, these three rented houses all belong to one person, it has been empty for quite a long time, maybe about three or four years. That's why it's not managed. That's also why the contract price is cheap. Only three hundred thousand one was not for a thirty-six type house. "Eh, you cry?" I said, peeking out of the half-open door. Jihan was holding one baby, the other was crying in bed. "Here is the same papa." I was preparing to pick up my other twin, but Jihan was immediately banned.

"Don't carry Dira, bang. Brother just came home, just from the outside, his clothes and hands are still dirty. Take a shower there, pray, then help me" said Jihan, while changing the position of Bila so that her twin sister can be carried once in two.

I can't say anything but according to what Jihan said was true. It is very dangerous to hold a baby who is only two months old with new conditions from the outside like me. For this business, Jihan is the most detailed, she never wanted to be helped for the health of her children, especially before we had lost our first baby due to the virus.

"Yes, my brother took a bath first yes deck, tipped Nabila and Nadira for a while." I said, then quickly took a change of clothes before going to the bathroom because if it was busy with his twin babies, he said, Jihan will usually be difficult to help take a change of clothes for me even though she actually remains light-handed to take care of all my needs.

After showering and praying, I went back to my room. There sikembar was fast asleep. When I wanted to kiss the cheeks of those who had started chuby, Jihan immediately forbade because she was worried about her son waking up because I was anxious usually can not limit myself.

"Well, if you can't find her son, her mother, you know" I said, gradually hugging Jihan, but she dodged.

"Don't bang, I haven't had a shower since morning. Still stinks of baby." he said. He showed me a few spots in the negligee our kids had already compiled. But I didn't care, holding her tight from behind until suddenly my arms came off.

"Astagfirullah, sorry bang. Excuse me. I didn't even know his clothes were this dirty." Jihan was immediately drunk, she was about to remove the dirt on my shirt, but I avoided it. "Bang, sorry ya." Her face turned anxious.

"It's okay, it's a sign we have to take another shower. Both!" I squinted my eyes. Jihan blushed in shame, but we had not yet realized our plan, she was already crying again. I had to take turns with Jihan, she took a shower while I changed clothes because the baby's poop was only attached a little, and it did not smell because the sikembar was still full with her mother.

***

I stared at Jihan without a blink as she finished all the martabak and light of the month I bought. Completely without rest. After all these ludes, he noticed me sitting in front of him.

"Hungry?" my many.

"Yes bang, I'm sorry I spent martabaknya, because since morning has not eaten, only had time to drink milk that was made this morning. Nabila and Nadira were fussy all day, I couldn't bear to take her out for vegetable shopping, so just resigned." said Jihan.

In this housing does not enter the vegetable seller because only a few houses are filled, even if the distance is far apart. If you want to shop must go out of the house, the distance is good if you walk. Usually we shop on weekends, but last week I did not have time to deliver it because there is additional work to be done. Be if you want to get the ingredients Jihan must leave the housing on foot because we have no other vehicles besides my old motorbike. Usually one baby is carried, the other is placed in the stroller.

"Dec, I'm sorry, brother." I said.

"Why bang? My brother is not wrong. Why apologize?" tanyakanya.

"Because you've made your life difficult. You should be able to live a better life, but since you are married to Brother, you should live a life like this "I hold Jihan's head, rubbing her slowly.

This woman, despite only being married for two years to me, but her service is amazing. He was willing to live hard to support me. Never once have I heard the words complain. Jihan's life was perfect before. She was born into a family, the only daughter with two brothers. He is highly educated and previously had a career that can be said to be brilliant. But all left behind Jihan for the sake of filiality to me. He gave up his bright future in order to live with the man who was still groping for his future.