Between You and My Parents

Chapter 10 Between you and my parents

"Sir.this is for you". I took my husband's gift, and turned back the package I had in my hand.

"What is this, brother!". Curiosity made me ask without opening it.

"just open. Ets, before it opens, I hope you wear it". I smiled and opened the package my husband bought through the Shopee app.

"Cadar ???". My husband asked me to wear this". In my mind I kept asking. Will my family accept me using the niqab?"

"Everything that we intend is good for us, there will certainly be many problems to face".

"So right, you ask me to use the niqab?- What because I look old to you?".

"Hmmm...Learn not to think positively. My intention is just to look at God's path, and you should know, from before marriage I've intended whoever my wife is she should use the niqab."

"But if I don't want to?".

"It's okay, when your husband wants to see his wife better, can the wife refuse?."

"I know, but this is gonna be the start of the problem for us".

"I've thought about everything, you live do you want to be educated by the husband, whose education is lower than yours?".

"alright. I'll try it".

I stood my glass closet and tried to dress up, I wore a niqab bought by my husband and a plain black Muslim robe.

When I turned to look at my husband, because the husband was focused on looking at the screen of his handphone.

"Sister, how?".

"Subhanallah, I am grateful to have you

, You're more graceful than usual."

"But brother, now we're going to make it a reality." I was very worried, because in my family who liked to make fun of the people who berniqab is my father and Om Heri (brother of my father to 4).

Now how about me !!!! What would happen if they knew I was berniqab".

My husband and I walked to my mother's house, before I came I couldn't control my heart, I felt claustrophobic.

"Assynoga".

When my husband and I were in the house, I saw my mother sitting in the chair outside the house, my father in the cow in front of the house and Om Heri standing talking to my father in the cow cage.

"Vaalaikumussalam". They saw me very differently, I kissed Om's hand, father, and before they nagged me, I went out of his presence and moved away to my mother's place. While my husband's brother was quietly in the cage helping my father.

"Mom, are you healthy?".

"Alhamdulillah, sit here !!! You're wearing a veil, son."

"Yes ma'am, my husband would love to see me use it, it was his intention before marriage. So I can't possibly oppose my husband right ma'am !!!!?".

"Yes son, only now is this a disaster for you, because your father will be against your husband's wishes".

"What right is father mom? He has no right to me anymore."

"Mom knows son. I know. but you know your father".

Father brought Brother Putra to the field, showed brother Putra which to work with brother Putra. So now inevitably me and my husband must be every day silvery because brother Son also has to learn grass mecabit.

I who was told by Brother Putra was sad to hear it. I would feel tired if I had to go back and forth to my house, because my house and the house-in-law only travel 35 minutes.

The second day I went home to accompany my husband to the field given by my father, because we were working on planting rice, I was home, my son. I already feel like today will not be okay and right.

"You're pretentious and wear a shoulder. Open !!!".

Dad's voice was like a snarl.

"Dad, but my husband asked".

"Whoever asks, be ashamed of your father."

"Dad, father has no right to forbid me, if my husband asks. Why don't you ever be grateful, I just want to be filial with my husband."

"Sok you teach daddy. Father has the right to treat you and your husband.....I've convinced you let you have it. Your shit school,". Dad stood up to slap me,

"Dad, it's not father's business to forbid your son." My mother started to break up my debate with my father.

My tears were dripping down my cheeks, the pain of my father's words made me no longer hold back my tears.

I went into my room and sent a message to my husband to get us home, and a few minutes later my brother came home.

"Mom... Where's dinda ??".

"Kidikan". I heard Brother Son, I quickly wiped my tears and tidied my clothes.

"Where's dad??". Ask the son who looks into the house.

"Dad out".

"Oh, yeah, we said ma'am, assalamualaikum".

Son put his bike forward after I boarded. In the middle of the road I told my husband everything, hoping that he would abandon his intention to want me to use a veil.

But my hope was in vain, for my husband remained stingy. Until I got to my room I started to continue my conversation to my husband."

"This is why I ask you, because always veiled people are considered as ******, always blocked, always considered the veiled person wahabi... I wish you could just try to prove that not everyone's making out the way they think, and you're talking good to me."

"It's all the bigger the harm, brother, if the problem is this big I can't talk to dad, he still forbid. And we seem to be obliged to obey."

"No, I'm still going to educate you because you're my wife, and you're my responsibility."

"Then why don't you ask your sisters, you can't teach me, either?".

"Yes, slowly, with your man they will change. As long as you know the deck, not only the father who opposes, the Father and mother here also oppose, I explain to them, but they do not understand.

Indeed, both families have not been able to receive criticism and neighboring substances. And between the two families only use the hijab when out of the house. That's why Brother Putra wants me to help his intentions.

From the time of my debate at that time, I never wanted to come home, only the brother of the Son who left.until one day my family celebrated the birthday of His Majesty Muhammad SAW. And I'm not here to help mom.

Maybe because my mother was too hurt because I was too obedient to my husband or indeed because my ego father was too high, until my mother felt disappointed in me.

"If you'd rather have your husband than your mother and father, and you wouldn't want to see your mother again.....you come when you're gone and you'll only find your mother's body. That's when you're gonna squeal at mom's feet".

Mother's message was sent through my brother Ani who indeed he came home because of the holiday.

"Sister Dinda, the rich husband is so restrained, instead choosing to listen more to the husband than the parents who gave birth and raised you.

Brother dinda divorced, there are still many men who want the same brother, and freed the brother from your husband's request." Ani feels grown up and is able to interfere with my family's problems. He had dared to talk like that to his own brother.

I don't know why my mother and sister could change so quickly. The ones who stood up for me, even now those who hurt my feelings more. It's not that my heart hurts anymore as if it wants to stop.

Those words made my heart break even more.The prayer my mother made, I was getting worse in this dilemma.

That afternoon I came home, just to beg for forgiveness from my mother. When my brother saw me speechlessly staring at the room with tears that did not stop flowing. Make him take the handphone in my hand and see the message. That's why my brother asked me to come home and apologize to my mother and father.

"Mother..... I apologize to you ma'am !!!! If I hurt your feelings but I can't resist my husband's wishes mom? Please understand." I hugged my mother and hugged her feet asking her to understand my position as a wife.

"Mom... Dinda is my wife, my responsibility. I don't want to because my wife is going to be dragged into hell. I don't want my responsibilities to my wife to be ignored. Please understand ma'am".

Aunty Raya who saw me just silent, my brother did not want to see me when I came they entered the room, only Roy who is not home, because he is more comfortable outside the city than to be at home. Roy knows how dad is, making him never want to go home.

"You guys forget it. Now help your aunt, your son peel the coconut." Tell the mother who won't extend that mass."

Me and the aunt in the kitchen helped aunty cut chicken. "Dinda.. I understand how you feel, aunty doesn't know what to say. You are patient, son, maybe someday you can be happy !!

"Amin aunty, auntie maybe mom already told me about this. But now I ask the same aunt who often participated in the study".

"From the story that aunt heard, it's not you who's wrong son, but the choice that makes you like this.The other side they are your father and mother, on the other hand he's the husband that you must obey. Your mother was consumed only by the words of Om Heri and your father."

"So right, mother won't change in a moment aunt."

"You're patient. Do not deny the words of your father, nor do you disobey your husband. Do you understand what aunt means?". Auntie saw my swollen eyes.

"Yes aunty."

I continued what needed to be done and rested after it was done. Because my room was taken Safia. I have to sleep in the living room with my husband. My brothers no one wants to talk to, they are indifferent, no matter to me let alone a father who only speaks a little to the brother of the Son. Just told me to eat and go to sleep.

"Sister.why should I be faced with a problem like this. I never dreamed I'd be this ruined because of the choice between you and my parents."

"You must learn istiqomah no matter what happens, this is for the sake of our parents and for your brothers and sisters who are seen as unkind by the likes of Heri and father."

"Hmmmm, I'm sleepy brother".

"One thing I remind you of. Istiqamah is heavy, so it depends on you. I won't force you but I want how you're consistent, how your Istiqomah uses that veil, now sleep."

My husband and I slept in a hospital, but my husband couldn't sleep because he thought about the problems I was facing.

"Sometimes they'll understand why I'm telling you to use a veil. And our parents will understand." Brother Putra kissed my forehead and sat down at the screen of his handphone."

I woke up early in the morning cleaning the house and doing what I needed to do. Until the show was over I felt so foreign at home. It's like I'm not considered home alone.

From that incident, I really do Istiqomah using a veil until now. I don't want to think about the problems that have happened. Although I still haven't received my niqab.

Dad only sneered at me when my husband wasn't with me. Just like Om heri who always says that my husband is wahabi.

Why do people consider me a wahabi, it is because most of me have many cousins, my husband's nephew a wahabi.