Black Stain My Husband

Aneh

Aidin's eyes skimmed through every room of the house. Almost all furniture is not fit to use. He sat in the living room chair, all completely turned around. True what Zahra said, that wealth is only a deposit and at times will disappear only because of pride. 

Zahra's stepmother peeked in with the other two children. If it is seen very sliced that makes the heart of Aidin slashed. 

"When did Zahra get out of the house?" Pak Adinata's voice disperse Aidin's daydream. 

"Overnight," replied Aidin briefly. His chest was too tight because he had not found his wife yet. 

Now the endless regret not only experienced by Aidin, but also Adinata who thought about the fate of his first daughter. 

How did he go through his life outside of being filled with violence? 

While his low education does not guarantee getting a good job. 

Stay where? With who? 

Have you eaten or not? 

Is the bed comfortable? 

There are still many questions to ask. The woman who had never been considered her existence actually left behind a very sweet memory. 

Memories after memories flashed making Adinata's tears glow. 

Remember the little girl who never got the love of a mother and had to take care of her sisters. When children his age play and have fun, he should help clean the house. Until adulthood, there is no happy word. Thirsty of affection both parents are able to make the girl independent. 

Dad, why are only Rima and Ihsan bought toys, mine?

A five-year-old boy who whines for toys, but is always ignored. His clothes were the ugliest among the others. There is no freedom. However, it can be a sholehah and noble woman. 

Why do others eat at restaurants, while I eat at home.  I'm actually a father's son or not? 

Questions that often slide when getting injustice. Protest with the attitude of brothers who often sneer at him.

Now all that is sticking out of Adinata's head. 

You're my son, but you were born of a cheap woman, so don't expect to get as much affection from me as your sisters.

That loud voice that often made little Zahra cry in the corner of the room.  Lament the fate of life among those who hate it. Struggling to get love. 

Finally decided to go hijab. Wanted to prove to his father that he wasn't as bad as his mother.

"Have you been looking for him at his friend's house, maybe he stayed there?"

"I've been looking everywhere, but Zahra hasn't met. Do you have distant relatives?" 

"Wait a minute." 

Adinata went into the room, and soon came out with a cell phone and contacted someone. 

Of the relatives contacted, none of them visited his daughter. Even from those who missed the girl, her gentle and polite demeanor fascinated some people. 

Adinata could see a tinge of sadness on the daughter-in-law's face. All this time she did not know how the fate of Zahra when she became the wife of the man in front of her, but she was sure that Aidin loved her very much. Proven from a very deep unease. 

"Where do you work now?" Aidin diverted the conversation. 

"In the company of my friend." 

"From tomorrow father returns to the company, I've bought it from Mr. Condro."

At that moment, Adinata's wife and her two children who were still at home came out. 

"really?" ask her enthusiastically. 

Aidin looked at her cynically. He knew how they were treating Zahra, and this time it was intolerable. If Zahra had met, he would not have wanted them to go near his wife. 

"But the company is not in the name of the father. Except the name Zahra. I'll just manage it, and then if Zahra comes back, she'll decide."

Aidin moved from his seat. It was enough and will go home. Continuing his unachievable mission. 

"If you have any news about Zahra, call me. Richard will take care of my father's house, and it's a ride because I gave the house to Zahra."

"Thank you." Staring at Aidin's back passed. 

Despite his annoyance, Zahra's stepmother was able to breathe a sigh of relief to be free from the shackles of poverty. 

"Remember, Mom. Now I will not obey your wishes. The world has turned. We're just hitchhiking in Zahra's house." Adinata. He rushed to the room and locked it. 

Trying to contact his youngest daughter. 

"Where are you, Za. Forgive me, father." Tears just soaked her cheeks.

"Where else are we going, sir?" Richard opened the car door for Aidin. 

"To the hospital." Sitting in the back seat. Holding back his drool that almost dripped when he saw the mango behind the gate of Adinata house. 

"Wait, Chard!" Stopped Richard who almost started the machine. 

"Can you climb a tree?" tanya Aidin was timid. His eyes were not diverted from the hanging mango, indeed it was very torturous with Aidin's tongue.

''Anging?" richard asked to make sure, in his life this is the first time he got the question. The man of American and Javanese descent was confused.

"Yes, climbing a tree?"

Crazy, I never climbed, why did Mr. Aidin tell me to. 

"Can't, sir," he replied a little hesitantly, for he knew for a fact that Aidin would be a little pushy. 

"Come on, for my sake, time can't climb, shame on a monkey." 

Why is it equated with apes. 

Richard had to go down. Walk slowly towards the mango tree which stands firmly beside the house of Adinata. 

Aidin came down and stood beside the car. Watching Richard who looked doubtful and kept looking at him. 

"Snap, Chard?" The voice continued to push and obliterate his fear. 

Richard took off his suit and threw it in any direction. After that fold his shirt to the elbow. Pants were raised to the knee to show a level of white feet filled with fine fur.

Both of his hands started touching the tree which felt rough. The many insects rising and falling made him shudder in horror.

"This is if the skin can be injured."  

Just about to raise one leg, Mr. Adinata shouted from the front door. 

"Why what?" tanya Adinata approached Richard.

"Mr Aidin asked for mangoes." 

Adinata looked at Aidin from afar. "It's young, it feels sour." Approaching the daughter-in-law. I want to hear it from the guy. 

"Why not buy it, it's still very young and it must be sour" Adinata said seriously. Do not want something to happen to the stomach of Aidin who certainly has not been accustomed to eating food carelessly. 

"No Dad, I want that one." 

Adinata scratched her non-itchy eyebrows. "You're so weird, like cravings. Wait here, let me get you." 

Aidin fixated, not because Adinata who wants to take it, but the word cravings that make his heart beat fast.

I had never thought of having a child with a Zahra, and felt it was taboo.