Enough One Wife
News From Jihan Village
The sound of crying babies who are mutually simple to make the noise of the condition of the house. I tried to cover my ears with a pillow but still the sound was heard, even higher. Out of annoyance I hurriedly got up to remind Jihan that she would silence the children, going where my wife was until the two children could cry together. But before I caught up with Jihan, I realized that the day was already bright, the sunlight was shining behind the window of the room. The clock is at nine in the morning.
"What, is it like this? Jihan is not building. I have to go to work at half-time. Totally outrageous of him. It got me in the trunk last night, now he's letting me go to work late. What the hell does that girl want?" I nagged, got out of bed with a tangled heart, then headed for the kitchen to look at Jihan. What I saw there, two of our babies were crying on his little swing, while Jihan was crying beside him holding onto Hp. "You hear the kids crying, right? That is, they were up crying so, instead of being pacified even cry. What kind of mother are you? This too, I'm late for work, why don't you wake me up. You know, the office was very disciplined about absenteeism, if I was late I could get a fine or even get off office." I said with a grumble. Jihan was still crying, she ignored my words
"Bang," he said, showing a message on his phone.
[Dek Jihan, come home immediately, the father and mother of the accident when they went to the dawn prayer to the An Nur mosque. Their motorbike was hit by a car.] Message from brother Jihan.
My body immediately limp read it. Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji. Both my in-laws died. Means Jihan's premonition about her bad mood about her parents is right. They will die, so Jihan is so eager to meet her father and mother. Remembering all that makes my body shiver. My feelings are not out of whack. Between sadness, fear, guilt. If yesterday I returned Jihan, surely she could meet her parents.
"Sir, don't cry. Calm down." I said, grabbing her in my arms. Jihan according to him. But I have to act fast, find a plane ticket this afternoon to Jihan's village so she can take her father and mother to the final resting place. "Sik, you can get some clothes, right? I'll take care of you guys looking for a plane ticket. I hope there's still a ticket so we can leave this afternoon." I said
After scrolling for a few minutes, finally can also ticket to Sumatra for two people with a price of two million rupiah plus Carter car to the village of Jihan five hundred thousand rupiah. I also had to prepare the handrail money, so I contacted Ica, asking for an early payment and asking for her project completion waivers to be postponed by two weeks on the grounds that Jihan's parents died.
"Yes, nothing. Go home first. Family first. Greetings to Jihan and please let me know that I am sorry." Ica said when I called on a phone call.
***
This trip was a little difficult. I had to hold her back in two because Jihan's condition was very weak. He was still shocked by the news of his parents' departure simultaneously. Fortunately Jihan has provided the asip so I don't have to bother her when the sheets are fussy. This nearly hour-long journey was simply filled with silence. Honestly, I feel so guilty about him for making him fail to meet his parents. It is painful to lose both parents at once. Especially Jihan is a favorite child. The only daughter with a close relationship with her father and mother.
"Would you like to eat?" I asked, when we landed at the airport. Jihan shook her head. But I pulled over for a moment, ordered two burgers, fries, chocolate milk and rice for him. In this condition will be very susceptible to disease, especially if he does not want to eat and drink.
In the chartered car, I forced Jihan to eat while reminding her of our son who still needs ASI from Jihan. He who initially refused finally wanted to eat a few pieces of potatoes and sipped milk until it ran out. When I asked him to eat again, he refused to be able.
***
Jihan's cries broke when we reached the mosque where her father and mother were placed to pray. In fact, at the door of the mosque, Jihan almost collapsed. Fortunately, there were the Jihan brothers who carried her close to my father-in-law's body.
"Mother ... Dad, Jihan's home. Mom, let's wake up. Jihan kangen." He said with a heart-wrenching voice
Astagfirullah. I just realized how bad I was to her. How cruel I am. The woman endured the longing, patiently waiting until I fulfilled my promise. But I even disavowed. I hugged him after the Jihan brothers took the cymbals.
"Darling, be patient. Let's get ready for the funeral prayer." I said, handing her a face for him. Jihan was led to ablution because she was too weak
***
My father-in-law's body has been buried, and mourners return to their homes. Now, it's just me and Jihan left in the tomb. I took her home soon because I was worried about the twins. Fear they thirsty, while Asip was drunk when on the trip earlier.
"Mom, daddy ... Jihan wants to be here with mom and dad. Jihan is not strong." Said.
Like getting a slap. I hugged Jihan, begging her for forgiveness. But he still didn't say a word. He was busy talking to his parents. Losing parents, let alone both simultaneously and in an impromptu state does cause deep wounds, I understand why Jihan was so devastated that she was all this.
"Bring Jihan anyway sir, ma'am," he said. "Jihan does not want to be left by father and mother. Jihan wants to come. We go together. Mum's picking up Jihan." He spoke with a clear tone.
"Astagfirullah darling. Don't talk like that, brother. Brother is wrong, deserves punishment, but please don't go. Brother, Nabila and Nadira still need you. Don't leave us. Please hold on for us." I shook his arm, begging him with hope so that he would not be discouraged like that. I'm really guilty, but not with a twin who still desperately needs his mother.
