Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 21

I went home feeling relieved and light as if the weight of my life had been lifted in half. Yes, only half because there is still a struggle after this. Light or heavy I don't know, because taking the heart of a woman who has ever scratched her heart is not an easy matter, let alone her to the trauma.

"Mom knows Arumi's status, right? I may not know. Why are you hiding this from me?" I asked when I saw my mom sitting quietly in front of the TV.

"Yes, let you know for yourself. There will be satisfaction when you know someone from your own efforts. So you know that Arumi's a widow?"

"Yes, I just found out this afternoon."

"Are you sorry you fell for him?"

"No. Precisely aju increasingly convinced that I must indeed try to get his heart. I'm not backing down, ma'am, I'm going to keep going. You still agree, right?"

"You think carefully about Bari. You will take care of someone else's child if you marry Arumi. You will pay for his life until he grows up and makes his own money. Are you sure you can love your child later?"

"Why not. I know his son. I love him. Why do you seem to disagree? Why change mom?"

"Don't agree Bar. Instead, mother is convincing you, opening your mind to be wider. I'm afraid that later you will only love his mother, not to mention if you have children later, you will only love her, I'm afraid that an innocent child will lack a father's affection when he has a father."

"No mother. I love Arumi for who she is, I accept whatever Arumi has, even her child," I said, holding my mother's hand to reassure her.

"You don't want to be a widow."

"When did I say that?"

"A few days ago, I would have said that there was a mother friend who played here with her widowed son. You don't want to."

"If Arumi's widow is yes I want ma'am," I replied with a chuckle.

"What is the Bar that made you fall in love with him? You don't see his face. It's hard to believe that men who used to see women physically fall in love with women who don't know their physical form."

"Not knowing I'm mom, either. What is clear is that I want to continue with him. The shadow is as beautiful as he is. Maybe it'll be a little hard for me to get Arumi's heart. You know she had trauma with men and marriage?"

"Know, even after giving birth Arumi did not want to touch her child at all. Don't want to hold it, don't want to suck. Always yelling when you see a man. Very bad for Arumi."

"Mom know dong Arumi's ex-husband?" I'm starting to explore Arumi's past.

"Know, even the mother also knows how battered her physical Arumi when she was returned by her ex-husband and also her family. Arumi, who is six months pregnant, is not at all like a pregnant person. He was very thin, his face also looked old and also injured where. The body is full of bruises."

"Mom sorry I cut, why would Arumi want to be betrothed to that man? Does Arumi's family previously not know the background of his future iron? Marriage is a big decision. How could they choose the wrong husband for their child?"

"Every parent would want the best for his or her child's bar. And they assume the man they choose is the right man. I don't know the details of why Arumi was arranged and willing to marry. At that time, Arumi was still in college. Tragically, after college, she enters a mental rehabilitation home, and after she leaves, she must learn to interact with the outside world again. Fortunately, Arumi has a family that is very supportive of him. A year after he was declared cured, he became a doctor at the hospital he now lives in."

"Sedetail I know?"

"Mother is close to her mother. Arumi's mother's friend is after college."

"You know why Arumi wears a veil?"

"Know, he was almost raped by some people because of his beautiful face. That's why he just covered his face with a veil to make him feel safe. Just wearing a veil is still a lot of tempting. You must be one of them."

I just chuckle at Mom's words. It's true that I've teased him several times, now I'm confused where to start to approach Arumi. Honestly, I've never approached a woman like this. And once again I say, I never tried anything to get close to the women, I only have a sweet mouth, flowers and rings can get a dozen women even if I wanted to. But there's no way I can apply this to Arumi.

Do I have to memorize 30 juz letters in the Qur'an? Or should I be ustadz, Kyai, gus? Ah I am so sorry why I did not obey my father for the Quran.

"Usaha itself. Men are cemen."

I guessed it. My mom would have said that. Well, if I really have to fight hard to get Arumi's heart, then I'll start now. I don't know in what way, I'll try my way. Bismillah I can do it.

*

Two days after I found out all about Arumi, I decided to go to the mosque. I accidentally didn't meet him at the time. Because I'm afraid she's still mad at me for my actions that followed her to Caca's school. So I refrained from seeing him.

Now I miss my Arumi so much. Whahuh? My arumi? No one has the right to forbid me to call Arumi by any name, except Arumi herself who forbids me.

This afternoon I prepared to go to my most comfortable place, which is in the mosque Baitut tarbiyah, where I could meet my future wife who I still struggle with. Really, since yesterday I've always imagined the beautiful. Is this in love? Even I just felt at my thirty years old.

I went there with a small study table. Sufficient and fitting for those I expect after four to six years. I purposely gave them a small table and each. So that they can tidy up their own table after they finish studying.

In addition, I did this to help Arumi so as not to trouble herself move the entire long table to the edge of the terrace. Although the table is not heavy, I do not want to see Arumi hassles especially to the point of being tired.

"Far, help me get this table in the trunk!" I shouted my own troubles.

"What the hell did you do, brother? I'm so tired of this, again" he complained as soon as he arrived at the terrace.

"A little bit of this. Help me out, I'll give you some money."

"Why buy so many study tables?" tanyanya began to help me. Money can change everything.

"No need to know, don't ask too many questions."

Farah pursed her lips in dissatisfaction with the answer I gave. After all the tables come in, I give him five pieces of money a hundred thousand.

"I took four pieces that a sister's sheet went into the charity box at the mosque. I'm going to the mosque where the widow is, right?"

Very presumptuous of my sister to her future sister-in-law. I pinched his hand violently because of impolite speech.

"Sick brother, yes yes sorry no more impolite talk. Sorry," whined Farah grimacing in pain.

"Who are you talking to?" ask me with a firm tone.

"Sorry, not rude. I don't know his name."

"Who did you hear from?"

"From sister's chat with mom last night. What I heard the widow doang, her name is not strange."

"Sister Arumi, don't say that again. My sister doesn't like the horror. Yes, my sister left first."

Just getting in the car, Farah called me.

"So, I've never taken this anywhere since I wasn't around. Dad nitip is to be taken care of sis," said Farah thrust an object that is indeed the father himself who makes it for his son and wife.

I received this thing with trembling hands. I was so fascinated by the world, I forgot this precious little thing.

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