Enough One Wife
Started At odds

That night, Jihan had a high fever. He was unconscious. His brothers asked that I take Jihan to the hospital. The twins were told to stay at home, there happened to be a brother Jihan who came to visit and that night was staying, she was also breastfeeding, so Nabila and Nadira could come breastfed all together. Hearing that my heart was rather calm. That very night, in Jihan's family car, my brother and I took Jihan to the hospital.

"His temperature is too high, until delirious like that. It is better to take care of it, worried that something unwanted will happen to his brain. It's so vulnerable." The doctor said, reminding us of Jihan's condition which can be said to be in a critical period.

I just follow all the instructions given. That night I stayed at the hospital with Jihan. While his brother came home because they had to prepare for my in-laws' school.

"Bus .... Mother. Mom don't go. Dad, dad ... Jihan don't be left alone. Jihan wants to come." Jihan is back to delirious. He tries to reach. Seeing her condition like that, my heart felt even more guilty. Jihan misses her family so much, she really misses her father and mother. I should've been selfless, taken the car and the house first. I should have brought him home. Regret comes later. Now I can only hold on tightly to Jihan's hand, trying to channel the energy to get her back up.

"Dear, wakeup. You must be strong, dear. Remember, there are Nabila and Nadira who still need you very much. Don't hurt baby, you gotta be strong." I said. Last night I couldn't sleep, keeping Jihan company. If he starts to delude I'll wake him up, try to regain consciousness. So it continued all night until the morning.

***

"Where are the kids?" The newly awakened Jihan is like trying to get up to look for children. But after I told the kids at his parents' house, he calmed down. "Mother will take good care of Nabila and Nadira." she rambled, what she said was confusing me.

"Honey, your mom and dad are gone." I said.

Jihan was silent, she was staring at the ceiling.

***

Today I have to make a decision, brother Jihan who happened to breastfeed Nabila and Nadira had to go back to the next town. That means no one else can breastfeed the kids. Jihan is still unconscious. That's why I decided to give formula milk. I left some money to the Jihan family to buy milk and necessary supplies because the children should not be brought here because they are worried about their health condition which can be said to be quite vulnerable.

For three days Jihan was in the care, today she asked to go home. It just so happens that his condition is better than before. The heat had gone down, only he was still too weak. To walk, he must be swept. I also have to deliver news that might make him sad that we have to go back to Jogja soon because my permission will run out. I have to get back to work immediately because of the many unfinished tasks.

"How about you, we go home tomorrow?" I said. Jihan did not answer. "I'm sorry Brother, later if your job is done we come here again. Brother's gonna take a longer leave." I'm still on

"I was here first." Said.

"meaning?"

"Abang home alone first. I want to be here with mom and dad."

"They?"

Jihan's decision to remain here was supported by all of her siblings. They instead requested that I go home alone, later to pick up Jihan if Sudan's health improved so that in addition to being able to rest, Jihan could also take off her longing after several years of not returning home. In part, the trip we will take is quite decent, although using an air vehicle but still have to transit once in Jakarta and also still pass the road trip a few hours.

***

It's been a week of Jihan in her village. Last time, when I called, he looked fresher, but not yet cheerful. Just talk a little bit and then point the camera HP on the sikembar. I can only masem-masem, even though his mother missed, but his mother even ngumpet, which was revealed instead her son. It's just that you want to protest badly to Jihan's brother who is still crowded in his parents' house.

[When do you want to go home? Brother pick you up, huh?] I said.

[Later bang.] Jihan replied, then she gave many reasons for the phone call to be dropped.

Ahhh my wife, don't you know how much I suffered here withholding longing?

The effects of this breakup were amazing, of course, it made me restless, longing for my wife and children, but it seemed that Jihan did not feel what I felt. The deal I made at the beginning was ignored.

***

Today my mother came home suddenly. The goal is in addition to wanting to express condolences to Jihan, also want to meet her children, daughter-in-law and grandchildren. Unfortunately, the mother had to swallow the disappointment because what was sought did not exist.

"But my mother has come a long way. Kanu San, use ninggalin grandchildren mother of all." mother sulked.

"Jihan asked, Mom. His brother supports everyone. Hasan couldn't refuse either." I said.

"When do they come back?"

"Either, Hasan called yesterday, Jihan still doesn't want to go home."

"Lho, why? You're her husband, San. How now Jihan is weird, no longer dutiful to her husband. Unlike the previous who always follow what you say, so mom loves him." mom complained about the change in attitude Jihan.

The sudden arrival of my mother became a new problem for me. I wanted to meet Nabila and Nadira because he felt his arrival was in vain if he did not meet. While Jihan did not give certainty when she would return. To be picked up or delivered by his brother. It was like hanging me.

"Just I don't want to know, you picked up Nabila and Nadira. If your wife doesn't want to come back, then. What matters is that my grandchildren go home!" Said the impatient mother.

"Yes Hasan has to, Mom. The jihannya has not yet returned "I said

"Where there is such a thing, it must be the same husband. Married time just want in his village." mom started to show her ego, whereas before he and Jihan always get along, maybe true what mom said, but, get along with them because mom likes the attitude of Jihan who is obedient to her. Now, when Jihan starts making decisions that go against her wishes, she shows her anger. "Remember San, pick up Nabila and Nadira tomorrow. Otherwise, you go home and no longer want to see you and your family!" mom's starting to threaten and I know it's not an empty threat.