Enough One Wife
Home Village 2
"Mother ... enough!" I stopped mom because now Jihan is crying over mom's accusations. Body shaking. I immediately led her to her room so that she would not have to hear all the unsubstantiated accusations from her mother. "Sik, you wait in the room first huh. Let Brother finish everything. You just turn on the murattal in HP so you don't have to hear anything your mom says." I said.
"Bang," Jihan was still crying. "I'm sorry bang."
"Oh my God, it's not your fault, brother. Really am. We are the ones who have wronged you, brother. Should have taken you home sooner so you could meet your parents, brother. Forgive Brother. Brother has many sins. A lot of lack of dik. You are the priceless blessing that God gave to the Brother that you should always be grateful for." I rubbed his head slowly, kissed his forehead so that he was calm, even though Jihan was still trembling.
"Hazan. Come quickly over here. Explain everything or you don't have to come back here!" mom screamed loudly, leaving me and Jihan in shock. Immediately I approached my mother before she exploded again, letting out her emotions, making Jihan an outlet. Before leaving the room, I didn't forget to tell Jihan to turn on the murattal, and then close the door. "What is this all about, San?" mom threw me the envelope I gave you. "Now explain everything to mom."
"And Hasan said, Mom. Hasan only had that kind of money. Hasan no longer had any savings. All of Hasan's money has been bought a car, home installments, home improvements and also bought the rice fields that I told him to. Even if to go home to Jihan village, our first round trip fee from the money given by his parents Jihan before they died. Transferred so that Hasan can take Jihan home because her father and mother already miss Jihan and her two grandchildren. That's really Hasan's money, it was to pick up Jihan yesterday, Mom. And that's not how much because we also got home from his extended family. Especially for the sake of Jihan's parents, Hasan who has the status of a daughter-in-law who should join the dues at all does not contribute one rupiah, even, Mom. So don't just accuse me like that. Mom hurt Jihan's feelings. Remember what Hasan said. Hasan loves Jihan very much, ma'am. If you want to get angry, blame Hasan for having been responsible for everything, not Jihan!" I'm affirming.
"Oh so now the woman can't be touched anymore? She's so much more important than I am my mother who gave birth and raised you? Is that right, San? You I raised desperately with great difficulty, bet lives, San. Long ago our lives were hard, everyone looked down on you, but your father and I fought for you to be people. Not to mention that when you wanted to propose to her across the island, your father was willing to sell her house, which he painstakingly bought for you. But now, I'm doing this you don't want to support. I have a goal to get our family's degrees up, San. So that our family is no longer looked at one eye but you instead of helping your mother just hands off. All you think about is yourself. Really outrageous you San. Now you better go home, don't show up here again. Let the mother bear the shame of all. Don't think of me as your mother if you don't want to obey me!"
"Astagfirullah Ma'am. What is it all for. Let life as it is be is important comfortable. Hasan had done what I said, but only a few months Hasan felt tormented Mom. Already have. Mother's time is the same Hasan." I almost cried hearing mother's last threat.
But mom's decision was unanimous. If there are no ten million then it is better not to go home again. It hurts so bad.
"Where will Hasan look, Mom? Hasan's debt is overstretched." I said.
"Mother there's one suggestion. Whether you want to come or not. Jihan, her parents just died. You said they were quite. There's gotta be an inheritance, right?"
"Astagfirullah, mother!" i'm inflamed. "My wife just lost her parents, she's still grieving and mom wants me to ask her about her legacy? Mom, are you still healthy? You know how she feels now? It's ruined! Then I told him to ask him for the inheritance. That's not my right, ma'am. But Jihan's rights are complete. It's Mom's sin that I should interfere. Like someone who doesn't know and doesn't have a heart! I didn't want to ask her, Mom. There have been enough mistakes Hasan made on Jihan, don't let Hasna add any more" I said in a soft voice, worried Jihan heard.
"Mom, Hasan would rather not be appreciated by our extended family than have to hurt Jihan!" I insisted until mom was overwhelmed.
While we were fighting, the man who had borrowed my car came to return the key. I think it's a chance to go back to Jogja. Than here, following the will of the mother who will actually be a boomerang for me and Jihan. For our household.
"Mom, as I said. Hasan just went back to Jogja. If there's anything about mom, call Hasan. Forgive Hasan, please Ridha with Hasan." I said.
"Lho, why are you coming home, San? The show will start tomorrow. Everyone has collected it, want to talk to you" said pakde.
"Sorry sir, Hasan has to go back to Jogja now. Let me explain later." I immediately went into the room, no matter pakde wonder or disappointed mother. Better so, than to force yourself for a prestige that will actually destroy yourself. I've done it and I'm sorry. It would be stupid to repeat everything again.
"Bang, how?" jihan asked who was apparently sitting on the floor while closing his ears.
"We go home, brother. Don't ask anything first. Later when it is at home will tell me everything. Dear brother to you, brother. My brother will try not to hurt you. Do you believe in Dik?" I hugged Jihan tightly. "Now tidy up our things, brother, let's go home."
I carried Nabila in a sling, sacking her suitcase, while Jihan carried Nadira with her a small bag of baby gear.
"Mom, we're saying goodbye. Assalamualaikum." I said. followed by Jihan who was still confused. While mom's not flinching..Stay in the chair without saying a word.
