Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Salma Go

"Astagfirullah ...." Brother Zian rubbed his chest. "Don't say that, honey."

"Why? Do I want a divorce?!" I'm getting fiery. No matter what some neighbors start coming to Grandma's yard, including Ratih. Maybe what's wrong, 'cause I'm screaming.

"If I have it wrong, I'm sorry ...." Brother Zian sounds slow, his face looks agitated.

"Yes! Brother Zian is wrong! Salma is planning a murder and Zian easily doesn't take the case to the police just because he was helped by his father Salma! Or because Brother Zian loves Salma?! Yes, I'm going home!" My disappointment has reached the crown. Maybe this is the best, even though my heart is broken.

"Patience, Son. Patience ...." Grandma touched my shoulder.

"I cannot continue this marriage, Grandma ...."

"Astagfirullah .. don't go that far, son." Grandma hugged me as she pleased.

"I'm going home, Grandma." Kulerai hug. "I want a divorce from Brother Zian. I want Salma and Brother Zian to be happy. I'm willing ...."

"Oh my God, why do you think so? I love you, I don't love Salma anymore." Brother Zian will touch the hand, but the cut is rough.

"Oo .. So Brother Zian used to love Salma very much. Why did Mas Raka not know that her brother already had a patch of heart? To the extent that Mas Raka asked us to get married ...." The chest felt so tight, calling the name Mas Raka, my heart was breaking even more.

I stepped up, but Brother Zian kept getting in the way. "If I'm considered wrong, I'll follow Ustadz Hanafi to the hospital. I'll report Salma to the police, I'll err on all my words to Ustadz Hanafi just now. Don't say divorce, I don't want us to part ...."

Brother Zian wanted to touch me, but I retreated despite seeing earnestness in both of his eyes. Brother Zian ruffled his hair a sign he was confused.

"I want to go home! I'm getting a divorce!"

My loud words made Brother Zian gulp heavily. Grandma said it again istigfar.

"If you want to go home today to calm down, I'll take you. Before I go home, wait a minute, I'm going to the hospital."

Brother Zian is no longer holding me back from coming home? Just be right!

Brother Zian walked quickly to his room, exiting while holding the key of the motor, he increasingly stepped hastily into the courtyard and climbed onto his motorbike. The neighbors whispered. Ratih was stunned to see Brother Zian, then turned to look at me who was crying sobbing.

Grandma hugged me back and calmed me down. "Don't make decisions when you're angry, son. Not good."

"Sister Zian plin plan, Grandma. I should how?"

"Everyone has flaws and advantages, maybe Zian is confused not because he still loves Salma."

The sound of Kak Zian's motor was turned on and the motor was speeding towards the road.

Brother Zian is going to the hospital, he is going to report Salma to the police. At the hospital, Brother Zian sees Salma who is critical, then he feels pity, Kak Zian's love will grow again in Salma. He did not report Salma.

While I ask for a divorce, after the divorce, Brother Zian will live happily with Salma and I will be a nelangsa. Losing Mas Raka forever, then losing Brother Zian.

No, No!

The thought of concluding so made me let go of Grandma's embrace. "I want to take Brother Zian to the hospital, Grandma."

Grandma did not answer, I came out. "Train, take me to the hospital," I asked Ratih who was still standing in the courtyard.

I was confused, in my mouth saying the word divorce, in my heart did not want Brother Zian to meet Salma. Especially marrying him. I am disappointed in Brother Zian. That disappointment now dominates.

"Come, Ratih. Scribbles!"

"D-yes." Trainer ran to her house. Take motor. I climbed into Ratih's shackle.

The neighbors of Kak Zian whispered, they looked at me with curious gazes.

The train is going, I can't wait. Looking ahead. Kak Zian's motorbike is no longer visible from so fast.

"Ratiiih .. let's spit!" my insistence, Ratih does not accelerate the speed of the motor because the road is winding.

"Mbak, what's up, anyway? Why would you want to divorce Bang Zian?"

"Sister Zian forgave Salma, he didn't process the case ...."

"Yes, it's better to be peaceful. I promise I won't repeat again, Ma'am," cut Ratih.

"Just kid! Scribbles!"

"If you want to report Salma and me to the police, you just go down! I don't want to chase after Zian." Ratih sewot, he stopped the bike.

"What the hell are you, Ratih? It's wrong still to be understood!" My voice's up.

Ratih breathed a heavy sigh. "Better excuse me, Ma'am. Let's just live quietly after this."

"It's not that easy!"

"Oh, yeah!" Train then drive a fast motorbike. Left me.

"Geez! So mean!" Train me, there's no way he'll take me. He considers me an enemy.

"Sir, wait! I want to go!" I stopped the father of the passing biker.

"Where are you going, Neng? I'm not an ojek."

“You're going to the hospital, sir. I'm asking for help, sir. Deliver me.”

“Alright, Neng.”

I climbed into the boncery of the father's motorcycle that I do not know and have been kind, unfortunately Kak Zian's motorbike was not overtaken.

After arriving at the hospital, I walked quickly down the corridor, looking around for Salma's room where I was hospitalized.

I didn't ask where Salma's room was with the hospital attendants, so it took me a while to look around until I saw Brother Zian standing facing the door of a room. He was scapegoating, from the side, his face looked gloomy.

"Sister!" call me. Brother Zian did not turn his head, getting closer.

"Why did you hurt yourself, son? Why leave us so soon?" The voice of Salma's mother, and the sound of crying from some people filled the room space.

"Oh Allah, Salma ... Why go this way?" The Ustadz Hanafi.

Salma's dead?

Innalilahi wainna ilaihi roojiuun ....

Brother Zian turned to me, grabbed my arm to get closer to him. "Salma is ...."Brother Zian did not continue his words.

"Sister Zian is sad?" I stared nanar into the room, where Salma's body was surrounded by her family

"Come ...." Brother Zian rubbed his face. He then pulled my hand, walked away. Maybe Brother Zian does not want to linger to see the body of Salma, the beautiful woman he once loved so much.

"We went to Salma's house, takziah. Help out there." Brother Zian is stepping faster. Salma's body is still in the hospital. Why go to his house?

On the way, I was reluctant to talk to Brother Zian. Not holding as usual. Until Brother Zian's hand reached for my hand to hold his stomach. I didn't obey, pulled my hand back.

Grandma was shocked to hear Salma was gone. We were with the neighbors to Salma's house. Waiting for his body to come from the hospital, preparing everything for the funeral. Ratih also helps, he keeps his distance from me. I'm sure he's caught fire, afraid of being reported to the police.

Lek Hasyim also looked lethargic. It must also be afraid of Ratih alone who will be reported to the police.

Salma's body came, a boisterous cry saw Salma already stretched stiff. Many villagers love Salma. Salma's mother arrived like a madman, crying around Salma's body.

Ustadz Hanafi calms his wife. Praying for Salma instead of lamenting. The mood is rather calm. I glanced at Brother Zian who had prepared the bath for the deceased. Brother Zian's face could not hide the sadness.

We went to Salma's funeral at the village tomb. Despite having to hold the ear from the neighbor's nyinyiran, relatives of Salma blame Kak Zian. Some also chuckle at me, blatantly whimpering.

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After Salma's house, I'm ready to go home.

"I'm home, Grandma."

"Yes, careful. Zian take care of Nak Faizara."

"Yes, Grandma." Brother Zian took turns with me hugging Grandma. After that, Brother Zian brought my things outside. Also the cardboard contains souvenirs.

Grandma waved her hand, honestly pity leaving Grandma alone. I actually feel at home living here, whether in the future can I visit here again? I asked for a divorce.

Is Brother Zian going to fulfill my request and we're really getting divorced?

I just hold onto Brother Zian's jacket. Not hugging as usual when chatting with him.

"Handle, Honey ...." Brother Zian wrapped my hands around his stomach, just like when he came home from the hospital.

Very lazy to stick to the back of Brother Zian. Brother Zian held my hand, then he took off because he had to focus on driving.

Standard drove motor. The afternoon, the weather is cloudy. Thick cloudy sign of heavy rain. Strong winds colored our journey. Suddenly I became worried because on the side of the road there were many tall trees. The lightning followed the sound of thunderous lightning startling.

Brother Zian is focused on driving. It is impossible to also return to Grandma's house because the journey is far enough.

In the midst of worry, arrived at the road that began there are villas with high fences. Motor Kak Zian entered one of the gates of an open villa.

"Why come here?" I opened the glass helmet.

"You need rain, we take shelter first."

"Shut?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Many villas are rented for tourists who vacation in this area. But this one's like private because no one's staying over. No parked vehicles. Unlike the previous villas.

Kak Zian's motorbike went into the parking lot and stopped. "Wait here, I'll close the gate."

The drizzle began to descend, the extremely cold wind piercing the bones. Brother Zian ran towards the gate and closed it.

The jacket was a bit wet when Kak Zian returned to the terrace of this villa. He then took something from his bag, headed for a sturdy door with classic carvings, inserted a key, and opened the door.

"Come in ...." Brother Zian grabbed my hand. "We'll stay here a few days.

"What's? No. gabe. Why are we in this villa?"

What about Zian, anyway? He said he wanted to take shelter in this villa? Shady but asked me to come in, and will stay here for three days? Whose villa is this?

"This is the villa of the late Papa. Since Papa died, Mama has never been here again, when Raka was still there, she has never been here again. Now this villa is in my name." Brother Zian answered the question in my heart.

"This villa was rented, but it's not anymore. I want this villa back just for our family. Please, Darling ...." Brother Zian locked the door and grabbed my right hand. I hesitated to enter. It rained hard, making me cold. I finally came in and was shocked.

I just didn't look inside, from the entrance, and the long red carpet went all the way inside. On top of her carpet were sprinkled with colorful flower petals. Fragrant.

"Come ...." Brother Zian took me a step.

"W-What does this mean, brother? Why are there all these flowers?" The smell of the flowers at night also smelled the nose. The flowers are in antique pots in the corner of the room.

"To please this angel." Brother Zian took my arm. Walk slowly, like kings and queens in movies. I don't know what that means.

"What, anyway?"

Brother Zian smiled, I don't know who decorated this villa. Until it climbed onto the floor, there was still a red carpet and flower petals. On the handle of the stairs, jasmine flowers in a string circling the handle of the stairs.

Up in the upper room, the bed decorated exactly the bridal room left me dumbfounded. At the table there are many fancy meals. I don't understand what Zian meant.

"I prepared this for tomorrow actually, already from far away I planned to stay here, but because my wife was angry and suddenly wanted to go home, I asked for an impromptu and new decoration. The people who decorated just got home. Sorry if it's less than perfect yes, dear ...."

Brother Zian grabbed my shoulder, then kissed my cheek. "At a new age of marriage as long as corn, we are faced with a severe ordeal. To the point of divorce from you." Brother Zian let out a long breath.

"Sister Zian said he wanted to go home because Mama asked to come home, why come here?" I don't want to talk about the divorce I said.

My heart started to gnaw because Brother Zian kissed me on the cheek again. Shame, it feels like you just got married.

"Yes, Mama does want us to go home because we want to talk about important things, but before we go home, I want us to refresh to the villa first, honeymoon." Brother Zian invited me to sit on a soft mattress that was decorated so well.

He then opened his shirt, his athletic upper body. I'm down, high-level groggy. The shadow of a romantic scene filled my heart and mind, shifting the disappointment in my husband.

I easily say the word 'divorce' when the age of marriage is still as long as corn as Kak Zian said, while Kak Zian treated me romantically, planning this in advance. I feel guilty.

Brother Zian seemed impatient, he stood up and opened his pants in front of me.

"Ih ... Brother, what a parno!" Spontaneous eyes I close with my palms. "Don't hurry, dong!"

Brother Zian laughed off. "Yeee .. ge-er is very. I'm going to BAB, you're ready, baby. After this, we eat first. Then make out.”

“Sih!” I blushed in shame.

Brother Zian deliberately teased me. I noticed from the finger gap, my husband ran to the bathroom just by using ****** *****. Golly, dah!

I laughed and opened my hands that covered my face. The burden on the heart instantly disappears, even complicated thoughts about Salma. Salma is gone, I don't need to bring up any more about the woman that was once in Brother Zian's heart.

I'm standing. Walking up to the closet, I opened the closet. Lips don't stop smiling. There are some clothes Zian's hanging. There were towels, and thick blankets on the bottom tap.

There was a little paper poking out under the pile of blankets. I'm tarik. There is a neat writing in black ink, I read ....

'Thank you, Bang Zian, for taking me to this beautiful villa. I love you with all my heart. I can't wait to be around you. .. not just tonight.'

Salma, your heart's lover.

My hands are shaking, this paper I throw away! My heart that had just been happy turned disappointed again.

My heart raced, Salma and Brother Zian spent the night here. Astagfirullah! Have they ever done ...?

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