Afraid to Widow

Chapter XIV (Jihan Orianthie)

I gulped at the cooking Mama had just finished cooking. 

"Huh? What's this cooking, Ma?" 

"Cleather Spinach Broccoli."

"But Mama knows I don't like vegetables. Especially Spinach."

"Well, from now on you can eat vegetables. For the sake of your baby. Spinach and Broccoli contain folic acid, good for the intelligence of the little one. Minimizes the risk of autism in infants by 40 per cent."

Ish, I thought staying at Mama's house would bring calm. It seems even more depressed. I eat vegetables I don't like.

Duh, so want to go home. However, the prestige asked to pick up Mas Ammar. Instantly I glanced at the smart phone that was lying on the dining table.

"Why see HP mulu? Kangen the same guy? Want to go home to eat vegetables?"

I was washing my lips. Damnit. My mind was read by my mother. "No dong. I'm gonna call my friend. Want to eat out."

I just grabbed the phone, it was shaking. Pucuk dikinta ulam arrive. Mas Ammar called first.

"Darling, you go home dong. Kangen. There's no lonely house."

This could be an acting guy. I'll follow along. "I also miss. When are you gonna pick me up?"

"I picked up that afternoon."

"OKAY. Awaiting."

Clik. Phone turned off.

"Well, Ma, I'm coming home in the afternoon. Thank you for being approved."

I rushed to my room to pack my clothes.

***

As a new Housewife, at eight o'clock in the morning must perform the ritual of hanging out in the vegetable stall. In addition to cheap prices, fresh, also strengthen proximity to neighbors. I happen to not know too many mothers in the Green Hills complex.

Since today I want to cook chicken soup, so I choose the fresh and best leaves of the soup.

"Eh, Mother, you know Mbak Gisel or what his name is westernized, has become a widow of flowers. Just a week of marriage has been divorced." Fat mom and make up menor. I don't know his name myself.

"Ah, the hell time? Jeng knows where?" timpal's mom with chocolate. His body was rather thin and dark brown. I was about the age of my mother.

"There's. Just a trusted informant."

"Well, what a shame. She has been a widow for a week. There must be something wrong with him so his legs fall off talak."

"Witnesses. She is a career woman, definitely dominant. That's why no one feels like him."

The two mothers in front of me were preoccupied with revitalizing Sister Gisel. 

"Mom, Mommy, you can't do that. Who knows if they divorced because of her husband's fault" I asked. As her friend Madam Gisel, I can't accept her being flayed by mothers.

"Jeng Jihan is Jeng Gisel, right? I saw you talking yesterday on the same terrace with Gisel." Fat mother came back to my words.

"His victory, Jeng Gisel's belain pantes," the thin mother's lips.

I put back the sop leaf I was holding. Mood buyaku ambyar because of their gibahan.

"I am not shopping. Sorry."

"Well, Jeng Jihan, how come you're not shopping?" ask the fat Mom.

"I forgot, I want to be sent to the supermarket. More cool without hearing the neighbors," I said as I left.

***

"Well, he said shopping, how come home a manyun? Where's shopping?" ammar asked astonished when he saw me coming home without any groceries.

"It's not the mood for shopping. The mothers were there at the gig of the widow of Gisel's mother for a week. I don't know why I'm afraid of it. Because I'm a widow, too" my story goes. My hero turned to Ammar who was busy sipping coffee. 

"Mas, you seriously want to divorce me after the lava? Can you double a wife for the widow of a friend? I don't want this divorce because deep down I miss the first love I never got from my dad. I wish you were the first love and the last love." My eyes glazed. Hope to attract the attention of Mas Ammar.

Ammar got up from his seat. And hugged me tightly. "Pasrahin to Allah. If only HE had still betrothed us, yes we would have stayed together forever. Who knows in the next 9 months, I could love you."

Strange murmurs crept into the recesses of the heart. I heard Mas Ammar's words just now. There appeared a glimmer of hope to establish a household sakinah mawaddah warahmah as I dreamed.

"No what. We had breakfast outside. I'm back at the supermarket for shopping."

"Seriously? Thanks, Mas. I'll change my clothes first."

***

Gisel's mom came home. Must be willing to coagulate me to take part in his revenge mission. I want to get rid of him, not good. Just be me listen.

"So what's the gibah?"

"Jihan, I've found revenge missions with more calm."

"Oh, huh? How's it?" I pretended to be enthusiastic.

"Through looking for the weaknesses of our ex-husbands, we must look for men who are far more dilapidated than our ex-husbands. He said the guy's humiliation was that his ex could be a more dilapidated substitute or through hurting his family."

Duh, Mbak Gisel's idea is getting weird.

"Duh, sorry a thousand sorry. I can no longer take part in his revenge mission, Gisel said. I can't bear to do that. Besides, I'm not as happy as Gisel. I don't have an ex. So boro-boro nyari Mas Ammar's replacement. Oh yes, just calm Ma'am, ma'am Gisel in *** will continue until the ending. Consider it a wedding gift Ma'am Gisel."

“Loh, how did you change your mind anyway? Yesterday you were still very sick with Ammar.”

“Gini, Ma'am. Yesterday I shopped, continue to complex mothers again young widow julidin. The effect of being a young widow is very negative in the eyes of the community. What if I become a widow too? Will it be bullied too?” My words stopped for a moment to catch my breath first.

“If about the real widow anyway. Our society, especially the mothers of julid nauzubillah, are equal widows. She was afraid that her husband would be taken by a widow. What makes us widows. Yesterday I also lulidin children in the gegara office too soon to be a widow.”

“So I also heard a lecture about the divorce law that God hates. Honestly, deep down do not want a divorce. I miss the figure of first love; Dad. I don't want my son to be like me. After all Mas Ammar promised to learn to love me and cancel the divorce,”.

“Lu believe it is the same promise of a classmate Ammar?”

“Crust does not believe. Is there no harm in trying to trust your husband? Shouldn't marriage be based on mutual trust?”

"Well." yeah." There was a look of disappointment on his face. But what else?

"No exclamation, ah. Your time in the middle of the road? Don't you want to take your heartache to Ammar?" He's still trying to pump me up. Sori, this time it's not good.

"Yesterday I read a post on IG @istikamahhijrah, that constantly holding a grudge is not good. Revenge can destroy all our good deeds."

Duh, what did I just say? Talkies. What is the effect of bini ustaz?

"Yes, who is now a bini ustaz. If you want to change your mind, you can still. Just call me."

I have to admit, Gisel's mother is persistent in getting what she wants. Unfortunately, Sahrial wasted a woman like Gisel.

"Okay, Ma'am I'm considering. Maybe if Mas Ammar is more determined I just changed my mind and continued the plan Mbak Gisel."

Suddenly Ammar came home.

"Well, call your husband back. I'll go home first. It's not good to bother you guys. Assalamualaikum."

After the departure of Gisel. Ammar looked at me suspiciously. "Ngapain Gisel is here? Ngorin you again to open the disgrace of the husband?" guess Mas Ammar in a satirical and poetic tone.

The question is not entirely wrong. "Yeah, suuzon. But not entirely wrong. He asked me to carry out his revenge mission in a more subtle way."

"Where's the idea?"

 I explained the details of what Gisel said to Ammar.

"Dih, she's so cunning. Thankfully, I did not marry her. You want to share that idea?"

"Yes not. How dare I admit that. I love you the same Father. If we get divorced, I'll divorce without."

"Well, great. This is my wife. After thinking about it, I knew the original Gisel long ago I ilfeel with him. Fortunately, my soul mate is you. God is not wrong to send the right soul mate for his people. I promise from today, I'll try to love you."

My reflexes are hugging Mas Ammar. The clear details came back out of my eye. These are happy tears. After a long time, Mas Ammar finally said that sentence. "Thank you, I've been trying to love me."

"Originally you promise to be a patient, kind wife and always take care of the disgrace of our household."

I take off the hug. "OKAY. Promise."

"Oh yes, have you met Sahrial? I'm the same old man as Gisel. Who knows if Sahrial doesn't divorce Gisel, he could be better."

Mas Ammar shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know where Sahrial is. He's lost in the earth. Did he go back to the field? We wish them the best."

"Aamiin's."