Enough One Wife
Mother Has Left
Azan Fajr was reverberating. I'm tidy, get ready for the mosque. While Jihan is still accompanying the twins. The plan, after the new prayer will return to Jogja. Fortunately, there was no meeting today, so permission was late. I went straight out of the room, in the middle room of my childhood home, my mother was asleep on the prayer mat, still wearing a mukena. It seems that last night the mother was performing the tahajjud prayer, so sleep awaits dawn.
"Bus ... Mom, wake up Mom. Already azan, we go to the mosque together, ma'am." I said, shaking my hand slowly. There's no answer. That's why I decided to shake it even harder. Still no answer. My feelings became unpleasant, with my own initiative, I held my mother's pulse, then her nose.
Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji. Mother no longer exists. I who was originally squatting immediately fell to the floor. My body is so limp. Cry broke. The woman who gave birth to me is gone forever.
"Bang, Brother why?" Jihan came out of the room. It seems like he listened to me cry. "Mom why, bang?" Jihan panicked, she shook her hands, calling out to her mother but there was no word. He took the initiative to get out, somewhere. But soon Jihan returned with Pakde, bude, Uwak and several other brothers. There are also those who call village midwives to check on the condition of the mother.
"Bu Yayuk doesn't exist." Said the village midwife. It made me scream straight away. Calling mother, like a child. But my mother's body can't move. Not answering my questions.
***
So fast it feels. Everything seems like a dream. Just last night I felt how much I missed being with my mom. Even I was determined to improve my relationship with my mother so that we could be better because she was the only big family I had besides Jihan and the children.
But God said something else. Only last night the time God gave me could fix everything. Fortunately, there was Jihan, who was always a match between me and my mother. Otherwise, maybe mom will close the story by fighting with me. "Thank you baby, thank you for being a match between me and my mom." I said, grabbing Jihan's head, hugging her tightly. I need him to strengthen me now. Losing my mother was a wound in my heart.
"What a patient thing." Said Jihan.
"Yes. But never leave brother. Now it's just you and the kids you have. Brother lost the spirit of life, brother." Reveal me.
"Bang, don't be. Brother must continue to be excited because that's what you want. To make his son a successful man and make the family proud." Said Jihan.
My refusal was the talk of our extended family. The average person cornered me. Thought I was unfilial. Though mother also still has a house and rice fields that I just bought. If you do not have money now can sell rice fields some plots. But again I refused until there was a quarrel. Only I really understand you.
For the guests who came, Jihan and I have prepared a catering that we deliberately ordered as many as five hundred boxes. Again, this made the family angry. They thought I didn't appreciate having to give up shopping and cooking to the elders in our family.
"I'm sorry Hasan, but this is all Hasan did for the good of everyone. If the cook is worried even longer and the funds are also quite large. If our catering does not need to be busy and clear funds according to the budget." I said. Trying to calm the mood. If I want to follow my ego, I don't want to be blamed either. But in honor of my mother, I tried to be quiet. Abai from their insinuations.
Three days in the village. After that, back to Jogja. Again, the decision I made invited protest. U ak hopes that Jihan will stay here, at least for a month to keep the house maybe there are still people who want to come to the pilgrimage.
With the condition of having twins, of course I can't let Jihan stay in my village. Moreover, I know, their purpose is to hold us to hold even bigger parties for the sagging. Maybe they feel there's a possibility of getting what he wants when he talks to Jihan.
"We're going home now!" I said. Bude and Uwak immediately glared. They still don't accept it. Shame he said, there was no luxury, the funeral home was empty on the third day. But what can be made, I also have to continue life, work in the office is waiting. While leaving Jihan here was definitely impossible. He is not too familiar with the situation in this village. Everywhere he followed me. Plus he's not too close to my extended family. So how could I possibly be calm leaving him and his twin here.
"San, you're not really filial to your mother. He wanted to go home three days after he left. How you feeling?" ask Uwak. "Then if someone comes to pilgrimage how?"
"Sir, I'm sorry Hasan. But Hasan has other responsibilities. Hasan has to get back to work. There are children and wives that Hasan has to live with as well. Plus there is no need how long will it also wait for the funeral home? Hasan will always pray for you. Inshallah. But don't wait here. Praying anywhere is no problem. If anyone wants a pilgrimage, Hasan has been entrusted to the pakde, the key to the house is also left. So may Uwak understand." I said.
Whatever explanation I made, it could not soften the hearts of Uwak and Bude, the two most frontal families holding me back. At least Jihan's some of my representatives. Unfortunately, these two elders in our extended family are quite influential to other family members as well. They can change the way my aunts, oms, uncles and cousins look. All were immediately cynical staring, as if I was the most disobedient child because I went straight home after three days of mother's funeral.
"Si Udin alone from Malaysia, when his father died could stay here for a month. Make sagging for up to a hundred days. You're San, just last night. With what food. If you don't succeed like your mother said yesterday, I can understand. But it was your own mother who said you made it. Already rich. Huhuhuhu, in fact, the same. It seems your mentality is poor, San. As rich as anything can't be changed. Although you have a house and a car, but you deserve only a hut and a wheelbarrow like your father!" babble Uwak cynically.
