Enough One Wife
The Greatest Punishment
I was really like a statue that could do nothing but cry in the corner of the ER room where Nadira was treated, while holding Nabila. A really useless husband. This is like a painful punishment from God because I have betrayed them. I was made unable to carry out my responsibilities in my daughter's last time.
Meanwhile, Jihan who I'm sure is more heartbroken over the departure of our daughter is busy taking care of everything. Starting from completing the payment to take care of Nadira's return without an ambulance because he was still a baby. Jihan decided to bring home by car only because our finances were very mediocre considering I had stopped working while the debt was getting more and more when returning to the mother's village yesterday. Plus later there must be other bills such as home and car installments.
Finished everything, he carried his own Nadira who had been wrapped in an array, while Nabila was placed on a carseat so I could drive. Along the way he did not say a word, only crying without making a sound. A very sad sight.
At home, Jihan took care of everything, she bathed our daughter, then wrapped her in a shroud that Jihan had prepared for a long time. This is his habit. All the members of the family bought her a shroud. Then Jihan put our daughter's body on a small bed in the living room. After that, he informed the neighbors of our daughter's departure. Jihan was silent, she didn't talk much. Occasionally crying. Maybe remember Nadira's memories again.
One by one the guests came. They offered condolences. Alternating until morning. At nine o'clock in the morning, Nadira was praying. Again I can't do anything. I'm just being a mum. Likewise by carrying him to the tomb, I still can not afford.
***
"Sik, I'm sorry, losing our daughter is the biggest punishment for me." I said, starting the conversation because I could no longer see Jihan who kept quiet.
"Sir, speak. Even if it's your anger, I'd rather be scolded, reviled or blamed because I'm wrong. But don't shut me up, brother. I really can't. Speak to me." I asked again, kneeling on Jihan's lap, but she did not respond to anything.
***
This morning we had a guest who really surprised me. Ica come. He brought a lot of hands. Condolences for the passing of our daughter. But Jihan was silent. While I told him to go home because we still want to be alone. Don't want to take guests first.
"Mas, I can't wait too long" Ica said. "Mumping everything in question is here, we should just talk about it. I'm sorry if I had to declare that Jihan and Mas Hasan were in a state of grief. But I've been waiting a week after our daughter's departure and I need clarity" Ica said.
"Ca please, go. I'll call you back later. My wife and I are now in mourning. Our daughter just died." I said, trying to get her back out.
"Yes, I know. But Jihan should know too. Sooner or later this has to be discussed. So I found out what's wrong in bullshit. My father is waiting for an answer from the. Everything is prepared. We just need to come for a while after that mas can go back home and continue the agenda of his grief. I promise not to interfere, how long you need to be alone" said Ica.
Oh my God, seeing that woman like this makes me feel even more guilty. I don't want him getting hurt, so I forcefully bring Ica out of the house so that Jihan doesn't need to hear Ica's babble again but Ica is really stubborn, I don't know what his heart is made of until he can hurt Jihan and I'm the one who is most responsible for everything.
"Mbak .. mas Hasan promised to marry me. If your child does not die maybe today we are legal as husband and wife" said Ica. "Mother should know, mother wants me as her daughter-in-law, not her mother. So don't block our marriage. I appreciate the first mbak as his wife Mas Hasan so I will not sue mbak." he said lightly. But Jihan doesn't care, she stays quiet until a
Ica is running out of patience. He pulled Jihan's arm until Jihan was flabbergasted. "Bak by the way, don't just shut up like a fool. You're really weird, madam. Your husband wants to marry me and you just shut up. You see mbak, I could have lost to you in college, but now no, mbak. I beat you! Mas Hasan finally wants to marry me too."
"Gee!" I pulled Ica away from Jihan. One direct pull made him bounce. "Who will marry you? Don't be crazy!" I said.
"What do you mean? Want to break a promise?" he looked at me sharply. "Don't deny it, ma'am. The man who declared to marry me even kissed me. Aye right? I have proof that I can't deny it anymore!" he showed me his HP. There's a recording of our conversation time at the karaoke place. It turns out that in addition to recording, Ica also took photos of us while kissing.
Seeing that, I hurriedly pulled Jihan in an embrace, closing her eyes with my body.
"Go ye Ca. Go!" I said in a loud voice.
"But, I promised to marry you. This time I don't want to lose to Jihan. I should be able to get you, mas!" Ica scoffed. "you've kissed me too. So what does that mean, huh? You think I'm just your cheap runaway girl when you're bored with your wife? Yes, mas? Didn't he? Naw. I don't accept. I'm much more honorable than Jihan!" Ica says.
He never gave up, kept repeating what I had done so that my patience ran out. Upset, I pushed him, kicked him out of our house.
"Don't ever come here again. Knows you!" I said firmly
"You don't mess with me, ma'am. I'll make you regret it. You won't be able to live and make a living here because I'm going to hinder you until you and your arrogant wife come to apologize while prostrating with me" Ica said.
The woman passed with anger in her heart. While I regret having served it. I'm the one who's making my own problems. It's called fire, even though the smallest can burn us. Especially with a human heart.
