Actually I Why?

MY WIFE IS NOT BABU

Echoes of takbir reverberate from all corners of the world. Including my current village, various types of dishes are already available on the table. Muhana, my wife from this morning did not stop cooking various dishes. From rendang, opor ayam, kupat tofu also satay.

Muhana ran here and there for a moment Miza, our daughter. Crying for asi , the forty-day baby was always hungry which forced muhana to run alternately.

I swung the slow swing I put on using my shabby gloves. Hope this beautiful baby can sleep without having to wait for his mother.

" Cape deck?." I saw muhana opening our door, my wife smiled and nodded gently. Although sweat poured from his forehead is also a long negligee that has faded color is now studded with color.

Spice color.

" Sister pijitin yah?. rest first, anyways are done right?" My neighbor asked him to sit next to me, his mat grabbed a pillow to lie down for a while. I held her slightly protruding belly, the mother octopus substitute cloth gave birth to a little bit of foreboding.

“ Hot well bang..” softened, I nodded then confirmed the bond again. Our first daughter Miza after five years of waiting for her arrival instead of a short time after various attempts is often heard.

“ tomorrow pray i'd bang?.”

" Yes, why the deck?..." Muhana slowly rose up justifying the almost broken hair ties.

“ Muhana nga follow yah bang.. at home aja keep it dedek!.”lirihnya while glancing towards Miza who is asleep.

" Yes what, already,. It's not clean, is it? Still breathing too!'." Muhana turned her gaze to another direction while our gazes had a meeting.

“muhana there is no such thing as bang!.”. I rubbed my face slowly, so this is my wife's excuse?. I think because of the feud with my mother it is true we are still one roof with her especially my parents are already old.

" Will there be a deck? How come there is no love.. The old is still right? Most importantly dirty too, dear

.." says. Muhana looked at me then smiled, grabbed this fingers. In her hands gently though it felt so cold, I stared at my wife's bead where a little puddle of water was there.

“ muhana nga shy despite bolong bang,.. Only muhana looking for this heart security if tomorrow prayers without a new lovebirds.” quietly. Although a little different from his previous words, it is not the first time muhana discusses the truth for prayer even I am embarrassed if he asks for the fifth time. But how else , my finances are only as a construction worker held by my mother.

It's more shameful if I don't help but stay one roof.

" Sister promise, later if there is a wage ration of cigarettes Abang tube to buy a well deck? Now use the existing one..." I returned the grip and drew closer to this face. Muhana smiled thinly despite looking disappointed there.

The morning spray slowly rose up leaving a trail in the cracks of the walls of the house board. Sayup heard the sound of a strange woman shrill in my ear, I opened my eyes slowly and then slowly felt the side of the mat where Muhana would lie sleeping there. But empty, I gasped up because the shrill was heard again with the sound of broken glass.

I walked slowly towards the kitchen where the atmosphere this morning was a little different, the echoes of each takbir were heard.

"Astaghfiullah! Ma'am what's wrong?." I said right in the doorway after seeing a bowl of chicken opor had been scattered on the ground floor. Muhana crouched her back to me while the waist-random mother stood staring at the wind, I swallowed Saliva.

The woman who was still fully equipped wearing the pure white face looked up at me, a flash of anger visible there.

" Deck?..." Overshipped.

“ Teach your wife Ridwan! Don't eat anything that isn't his right!.”

Deghs.

Astarghfirullah's.

" What do you mean? What did muhana eat?." I said. The woman who gave birth to me breathed, mentoyor muhana head after successfully passing through. I rubbed the chest of beristighfar on the attitude of the mother who always looked at muhana despicable. I walked slowly to the body of my wife who was still crouching holding broken glass also staring at the opor soup that had fused with the ground.

Throat was choked looking at my wife who was already shaking, in this triumphant morning muhana had to cry without a sound.

" Deck? No,--"

“A-I just asked for one of the chicken parts it bang... Just one, one only.. My stomach wrapped around asking to be filled what am I wrong bang?.” lirihnya even sound choking sedak accompanied Isak crying increasingly become. I shook my head to grab her shoulder to get up, rubbing those two cheeks that had been soaked by tears.

" There's nothing wrong on the deck, maybe mom wants us to eat together and doesn't like to see you steal like this.."

Muhana let go of my hand, walked back slowly. I looked at her, muhana wiped the corner of her eyes that were getting red.

Am I wrong?.

“ So you think I stole? Right so bang?.” I shook my head awkwardly, muhana clenched her teeth.

"Don't baby, ah, brother misspoke.sorry!"

“ I am your wife bang! Not babu your mother!.”

“ Will you defend me when your mother zholim? Can you tell which one is right or wrong?.” lirihnya sat down . I close my eyes can't stand to see her cry like this 'muhana the quiet woman is also submissive but I don't know what makes her never get along with my mother. While the wife of Abang Faisal my eldest brother is so familiar with mother inversely proportional to muhana.

“ I know, there can't be two queens in one roof. but at least appreciate me bang! I'm tired!..”

" Ridwan! Let's take mom to the mosque!. Why yell your screams Muhana? You think this is a forest? Don't be like mo nyet!.." the shrill voice of my mother managed to stop muhana, my wife rubbed her face and then passed towards the well. I chose to leave him, maybe muhana too tired to stretch like this.

" Old WAN!. Cepetan come on, hunt home that is praying!.." I nodded after arriving at the outside terrace , do not forget to ask mom to wait a while because I want to take a shower first. Muhana had been lying down for a moment when I entered our room, my wife was seen closing her eyes even though she looked swollen. I walked out the door and approached my mother.

mother has been beautiful with her face is also as beautiful as it was just yesterday afternoon I gave it to her after mother asked for a new face to me .

I smiled then asked him to hold on to this waist, The already wrinkled skin was holding tightly. My bike or fast to immediately deliver the woman to heaven for me.

The mosque is already full of people preparing to pray . My mother has passed first, I parked the bike left by the late father to the side of the mosque where other bike rows are also here.

I chose to take the front-most shaf close to Imam , sure enough because I had worn the new Koko.

Eid prayers this time a little different after the second year of the passing of the late father, the responsibility that now moved to my shoulders. Bang Fais lived in the city and only occasionally came home to visit mother, and of course to meet the needs of my mother who had to put up the body.

After the completion of the prayer I delivered the mother first to his brother's house intending to bersilahturahmi. All the way home, Mom told me at length.

“ Tuh wan, Malik his son Mang Sobri round and round buying his mother gold! When did you buyin mom? Time yes .. already this age nga ever in love gift!.” mom mingled behind my back , my bike paddled slowly. Even though my mother kept talking, it made me happy.

I am happy because my mother is healthy and strong like this.

" Mom, you know, Ridwan is just a doang worker. anyways, Ridwan's salary is a mother who holds right? Why not buy it?." I said.

“ is it possible? Not for the event akikah the Miza?.” shriek my mother. There's a throbbing here hearing him as if he doesn't believe, it's true that the savings I save are also given to the mother intend to akikah Miza later. Wouldn't it be better to please my paradise first?.

" May Ma! Later Ridwan nabung again ... Then I also did not Wajid the age of a baby one month, more little why!.." I smiled.

The bike is now parked in page , I see the door is still closed.

“ Nih muhana! It must have been snoring!.." I chuckled, there's no way my wife would still be sleeping at this hour. Didn't he intend to wear the new clothes he ordered last month?

I pushed the door. Accompanied by the mother who followed from behind, looking at the whole house that was in a mess.

" Is there a thief?." I ran to find Muhana as well as Miza, but nil. In our room, it was no different than a broken ship. Until sobs were heard in my ears, I ran.

Until it reaches the kitchen lips.

My body stiffened for a moment looking at what was in front of my eyes, Mother slumped into a limp . The eyes seem heavy and not strong enough to hold any more water that is ready to flow.

Muhana chuckles with Masai's stray hair. The forty-day-old baby was silent with a blue body, Muhana.

My wife is always accused of being barren.

My wife is always humiliated.

My wife is always wrong.

My wife, who was always looked at differently, now sat down in front of the blue baby, the fire of the furnace still burning with Miza's body in the boiler that was making trouble.

Chicken opor is now fused with a tissue-thin skin. Babies who always cry because they are hungry even though they are always given ASI, Miza. My daughter is no longer hungry.

Muhana slowly pulled the chicken thigh in our daughter's mouth, then slowly inserted the lump of meat into her mouth.

There was no crying.

No more baby voices.

There is only Baby Opor that has been fused with the broth.

" My wife is not your daughter.."