Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Disillusioned

I was stunned to see Brother Zian looking at Salma who was carried in the car. Jealousy calls to see the husband I love so much still .. worry about Salma.

Is Brother Zian forced to fulfill Mas Raka's last request? Some time ago, when buying serabi .. and the mother of the serabi seller said that Kak Zian often bought serabi for Salma, I was also jealous.

Jealousy faded when Brother Zian convinced me that he loved me, so he married me.

The jealousy is now back on, worse than ever.

"Zian, don't report Salma to the police. We'll talk about it, yeah. I'm begging you." Ustadz Hanafi still had time to beg Kak Zian before getting into the car that would take Salma to the hospital.

Brother Zian did not answer anything, it was Lek Hashim who responded to the request of Ustadz Hanafi.

"Salma told Ratih to get Zian's wife away, I don't want only my son to get caught up in this case, but Salma was the one who planned the murder!"

Lek Hasyim's tone was still high. No matter Ustadz Hanafi starts to tear up, a father would not want his son thrown in jail.

"Zian .. We're talking about it, yeah." Ustadz Hanafi cupped his hands together.

Brother did not respond.

"Zian, Kasian Salma. He's done an unspeakable deed because of you." The voice of one of the neighbors Salam.

"I'm sorry." Others chimed in.

"Salma may be in a depressed state, imagine .. her loved one marrying someone else. Stress must be Salma, duh .. kasian."

Brother Zian who was excited to report Salma to the police, he was just speechless looking at the car, still with a worried look.

Ustadz Hanafi rushed in because he had been called the driver.

The crowd pleaded with Brother Zian.

"Dissolve! Disband! Don't you guys set Zian up. Salma is evil!" Lek Hasyim is still emotional.

"The coach is also evil!" reply one of them.

"Betuuuul!" choir voice neighbor Salma. Like a choir, Ratih covered his ears and pulled his father's hand home.

Brother Zian, pulling on my arm is also taking me home. On top of the bike, Brother Zian was just silent, not as usual.

I didn't show that I was jealous, thinking how to keep my husband from focusing on Salma.

I can't guess how Kak Zian feels about Salma, which is obviously Kak Zian now mine! Only mine!

My hands are coiled around Brother Zian's stomach. I have my chin on my right shoulder, Brother Zian. Anyway, I don't want Brother Zian to drag on thinking about Salma.

"It's cold tonight, brother."

"Yes." Yeah." Brother Zian's short answer, his left hand held my hand in a circular one on his stomach.

Brother Zian turned out to be attentive, but he did not say anything more until at Grandma's house. Also, Brother Zian only answered short when asked by Grandma.

Entering the room, Brother Zian broke down. Sleeping supine. His arms crossed in front of his face. Typical again upset.

"Son't okay, is he?" I asked carefully. Sitting on the bed, there was a bad taste as my husband changed, not as usual.

"It's okay. I'mtired. Take a break." So said Brother Zian.

Brother Zian sleeps, while I cannot sleep. Overnight. Think about Zian and Salma. The more I thought, my head throbbed in pain.

I see Brother Zian has snored softly. I embrace his athletic body. Brother Zian was so sound, did not react when I peed his forehead while saying softly, "May Brother not love Salma. Love me completely, yeah ...."

I tried to close my eyes, but I stayed awake until dawn.

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We had breakfast this morning. Brother Zian didn't discuss anything. He ate a little, just as he was heartbroken.

Again, the change in attitude of Brother Zian made me unwell.

Grandma understood, she did not ask about Salma. Grandma whispered to me as we washed the dishes and Brother Zian came out after breakfast.

"Zian, if there is a severe problem, he rarely reveals. Thought alone. Grandma didn't even know that Zian and Salma had a relationship before you got married, son. Don't be disappointed in Zian's attitude, son. Later Zian will also melt again his attitude." Grandma looked at me softly.

"Yes, Grandma. I don't quite understand the character of Zian."

"Yes, you're still newlyweds. It takes a long time to know the character of the couple, you respect each other and respect yes, son."

"God willing, Grandma."

I am determined to be more patient with this test.

After washing the dishes, I saw Brother Zian go in and get the container out the kitchen door again.

"Sister Zian wants to milk a cow?" my many. Come outside.

"Yes." Yeah." Brother Zian is so irritable to talk.

"I want to learn too." I followed Brother Zian's steps into his cow pen. "Can ya?"

"Don't." Again, Zian answered only short.

"Why not, brother? I want to learn."

"Let's your hands dirty."

"It's okay." I smiled as sweetly as I could, standing next to the cowshed.

"All right." Brother Zian only glimpsed at me. He then sat down near the black mixed-white cow. The cows have four.

I also sat down near the cow. "How'd it go?"

"Before milking, first clean the udder and *****cow milk with warm water to stimulate milk discharge." Brother Zian started cleaning.

"Oh so," I said as I watched Brother Zian.

"Imbing drying and ******* with clean cloth. Apply coconut oil or other safe lubricants to facilitate milking and avoid injury on***** when milked."

I keep listening. Brother Zian did what he explained.

"Fourth****** milk by hand until milk is exhausted. When you are done blushing, wash the udder again and ***** milk with warm water. Strain the milk with a filter cloth to separate the fur, dirt, or food residue that goes into the milk. After the milk has been measured with a pen tool, move the milk into a container or clean plastic bag. "The milk is ready for sale."

"alright. Try the example first."

"Look," said Brother Zian, holding *****dairy milk, after taking steps before milking the cow. Brother Zian then squeezed it. Exit the milk to the container provided.

Seems easy.

"Oh. I tried ya."

"Please."

Brother Zian immediately wiped my face with his right hand. She smiled a little. I laughed and watched him start smiling.

"Look, Honey." Brother Zian brought my hand. Then point my finger to squeeze it.

"Oh like this. I repeat again, Brother."

"okay."

I also repeated. And this time it worked. "Yeyyy!"

"Well, that's dong."

"Where will the milk be sold to, brother?" I continued milking the cow with a happy heart.

"There is a KUD that holds cow's milk from residents. On sale there, later managed, well packaged. Sold the original milk, some are made into yogurt, milk candy, cheese, and more. Near KUD there are tourist attractions. As a result, the product from the milk is sold by visitors."

"Well, I want to go there, all of you want to buy dairy products." I'm getting excited.

"Yes, at once for souvenirs because tomorrow we will go home, Mama said she wanted to talk about something. We'll stay at your house too. To be fair, your family must also miss out on getting together with us."

I just found out that Brother Zian and I are going home, I don't even know when my mother-in-law called Brother Zian.

"Would we go home?" I stopped milking cows. "Then Grandma was alone here."

"It's okay. We give time to the people we love."

"All right." I nodded in agreement.

We squeeze cow's milk while joking. It feels good that Brother Zian's attitude has melted.

"Zians. There guests. Ustadz Hanafi said he wanted to talk to you" said Grandma from the kitchen door.

Brother Zian turned, "Yes, just a minute, Grandma."

What's up, anyway? I frowned because there was Salma's father.

Brother Zian stood up. "I want to see Salma's father first, yes."

I just shrugged my shoulders, my feelings went back to being bad. Take a stand and follow Brother Zian into the living room.

"Son Zian. Don't report Salma to the police." The man said with a trembling mouth and walked over. "Sir, forgive Salma's behavior. You are sure that Salma has regretted his actions and received punishment from the Almighty. Salma ...now critical, she's not yet awake."

Ustadz Hanafi cupped his two hands together while nodding at me. Kulirik Brother Zian who took a heavy breath. Closing your eyes for a moment.

"Ustadz believes Salma regretted his actions?" Brother Zian asked, his jaw hardened like a growl.

There was no face of worry for Salma like last night, though this morning Ustadz Hanafi reported sad news. It makes me hope that Brother Zian does not love Salma. He just loves me.

"Sure, let me educate Salma better in the future so that she is not careless ...."

"Not just reckless, he's planning a murder!" cut Kak Zian in a loud tone. "And it has to be reported to the police."

"Don't, Son!" Ustadz Hanafi was like desperate, he dropped himself, touching Kak Zian's feet while crying. "Please forgive Salma, forgive him ...."

Brother Zian lowered his head, seeing the aged man touch his feet.

"Wake, Ustadz. We're talking in the chair." Brother Zian touched two shoulders Ustadz Hanafi asked him to stand up, however, it is not good to also let the parents touch the feet of Kak Zian.

Despite her emotional state, Brother Zian still respects older people. We sit in chairs.

"Sir, my son has a big mistake with you, but .. don't take this to the authorities. Let my son improve himself ...." For the umpteenth time Salma's father pleaded.

Ustadz Hanafi looked at me, his facial expression indescribable. I don't know what to answer. Choose silence, let Brother Zian handle everything. I agree Salma was reported to the police.

"Ustad ...." Brother Zian took a deep breath. “I am indebted to Njenengan ..”

What is Zian's debt to Ustadz Hanafi?

Ustadz Hanafi nodded slowly. While I was curious.

“Darling, it used to be class 4 SD, while bathing in the river I was dragged by the current. From morning till evening I was not found. Citizens thought I died.” Brother Zian paused for a moment. Staring at me softly, then turning to look at Grandma.

“Grandma thought Zian was dead, son. Grandma cries constantly, desperate,” continued Grandma who is also in the living room.

I listened, more curious about the story of Kak Zian.

“Ustadz Hanafi returned to his mother's house near the river, when almost Magrib found my body stuck in the roots of a tree on the riverbank. He also thought I was dead. He helped me, did CPR**, and assisted breathing until I regained consciousness. So, I can't imagine if Ustadz Hanafi.” isn't found Both of Kak Zian's eyes looked back to the past.

"Alhamdulillah, Son. God still gives you life." Uatadz Hanafi rubbed gently on the back of Kak Zian who was sitting next to him.

"So, Honey. I was confused, and considered the matter. I'm not taking Salma to the police. I chose the path of peace, so that all of our lives may be at peace in the future."

Brother Zian rubbed my head which was immediately disappointed by Brother Zian's decision. It shouldn't be this easy to let go of Salma. Brother Zian's decision turned 180 degrees only because his father Salma helped him.

"Thank you, son. Thank you, Nduk. God, may you always live happily." Ustadz Hanafi embraced Brother Zian.

Brother Zian, is it that easy to forgive Salma?

"Name-sama, Ustadz. Ustadz had to promise to watch over and educate Salma, lest she make the same mistake and never again disturb my household."

"God willing, Son." Ustadz Hanafi sobbed.

I sewot, stand up and walk to my room. I'm disappointed in Brother Zian! Just say that Brother Zian still loves Salma so he does not want the person that Brother Zian loves in prison.

I should have protested! Why am I just silent? Until Ustadz Hanafi came home, I could do nothing but take my clothes in the closet and put them in a suitcase with tears in my eyes.

"Darling ... Why are you crying?" Brother Zian walked in, he immediately sat down near me, wiping my tears.

"I want to go home" I said.

"Yes tomorrow."

"Now!" I screamed with a loud voice. Tears made my eyes blur. The hand still stuffed the origin of the clothes into the suitcase with trembling hands.

"Why? What's up, honey?" brother Zian's hand stopped my hand from putting clothes in. That hand I'm tepis.

"I'm disappointed in Brother. The one who planned to kill your wife was forgiven! Brother Zian plin plan! Just because Brother Zian still loves Salma, right?! It's worth it that Zian is upset, dizzy, doesn't want Salma to go to jail! Why did Brother Zian fulfill Mas Raka's wish to marry me if Brother Zian loves Salma! Marry Salma! Salma is critical, go to the hospital, sister! I'm going home!"

I can't control my emotions, the clothes in my suitcase scatter. Then ran to the door. I almost hit Grandma who looks confused in front of the door.

"Darling, Honey ...."

Brother Zian chased after me, before reaching the front door, Brother Zian ran over and blocked my steps.

Unfortunately my resolve is unanimous, I want to go home and I want to ....

"Connect me, brother!" yells frustration.

Seriate