CHANGE MATS (REPLACEMENT WIFE)

Slander

So far, the rose never complains even if it is treated unfairly. Though the mother of Roses was the first wife of Mr. Hari. But Bu Tiara was more powerful because she felt she was the hostess. Rose never blamed this problem because all this time he was not in this city Mawar got a scholarship to continue his studies in Jogja. Now Mawar has finished college and works as a contract teacher in one of the public schools as a math teacher. With a salary that is not how much Rose finances his own life without relying on his father. Here are some of the Rose life stories that are more similar to the Upik Abu story in the fairy tale. All the neighbors know the Rose's life story which is not as pretty as her face. But what power the neighbors can not help because it is the affairs of the household of others.

Rizky had returned with a radiant face directly across to the Rose house whose door had been opened. Roses are still faithful waiting for the presence of Rizki although not necessarily the child returned.

"Where's darling? Got permission?" asked the soft rose as soon as Rizky crossed over to her house.

The child nodded, the child's eyes probing the contents of the house from the outside had not dared to step inside.

The rose reads what's on the child's mind. The little boy was filled with curiosity and fear so it was natural that he was on guard from all possibilities.

Roses into the house turn on the lights so that the house looks brighter. Rizky set foot inside monitoring the surroundings see if anything special.

Small living room with a set of chairs from rattan and a low table of the same material. There's no decoration there. Somewhat inward there is only a pair of plastic chairs and a TV sideboard. Beside the tv there are some small jars of ceramics. At first glance, it is not a new item but a relic of the era that began to be rare in the market. The rest of the Rose room and kitchen and bathroom. Only that household is far from the impression of luxury. Can be categorized as a lower house. Very different from the same house next door that is quite luxurious for the size of the village.

Rose let Rizky check her house until satisfied. Let the child be satisfied with curiosity see the house without expensive items.

"This is Mak Bit's house!" Rose introduced the house while giving a sweet smile to Rizky. Rizky loved the smile of a rose adorned with two small decks on the cheeks.

"Why doesn't Mak Bit stay with grandpa?"

"The house next door is rame so let Mak Bit here. Rizky wants to eat with Mak Bit?"

"Smart cooking beet?" ask Rizky innocent.

"Not smart but you can. As long as Mak Bit wants to learn everything will be possible. Rizky should be, too, if we can't learn."

Rizky said the rose. The sound of the Rose has been able to intersect a sense of peace in the heart of this child. His voice was softly lurking like that of the Princess in a fairy tale. Beautiful manners beautiful.

Roses walked into the kitchen fetching drinking water for Rizky. Even if just a glass of water means a lot to the child. The rose gave him a drink without being asked.

"Thank You Bit."

Smiling roses spread charm to make Rizky captivated to his mother's sister. Rizky likes Roses not much of a pretentious style.

"Mak Bit provides lunch! We eat both. Mak Bit likes to eat with a handsome boy like Rizky. Sit down first! Mak Beet warm the side dish!"

Rizky was unable to refuse the Rose's request. It was unexpected that his mother's sister was as beautiful as an angel. It turns out that beautiful women are not just in the city. In this village there are also hidden women as beautiful as the Rose.

Roses and Rizky eat both side dishes. Roses eat alone, so cooking is not much. Enough to fill her stomach. Rose the child of Mr. Hari but the family considers the Rose to be just an ordinary neighbor. There is no trite talk between the families. Mr. Hari could not do anything to defend his youngest son was exiled by his wife.

After eating Rizky back to his grandfather's house. The rose certainly doesn't mind. I'll see you live across the fence next to the house. No need to use a vehicle, just swing a few steps.

Roses escorted Rizky to the front of the fence connecting the two houses. From behind the window of the house there are a pair of eyes staring angrily at the Rose which he considers to grab the attention of Rizky. The eyes let out a vengeful radiance as if the Rose was a mortal enemy that had to be exterminated.

People who are hostile to relax do not consider it to be a problem. Indeed the Roses knew nothing of the presence of Riyan in their city. Roses host Rizky because it's her sister's son. Others do not have thoughts like the thought of the owner of the pair of eyes.

Rizky entered the house immediately greeted by Dahlia with eyes enlarged like a stepmother ready to beat the child of her husband. Dahlia ruffled her waist out in the style of a hungry tiger.

"Where are you from?" snapped Dahlia hard.

"From the house of Mak Bit. Why Auntie?" ask Rizky innocent. What is wrong with visiting your own home.

"Listen to the little boy! He's our half-brother. Her mother is dead. It means there's no relationship with us anymore. You can't go there anymore."

"Oh that's it! Then we also have no sibling relationship with Auntie because our mama is dead." reply Rizky no less clever.

"You little boy know what? I will be your mother. Soon your father will marry me. You'll see how I finish you later!" threatening Dahlia scares Rizky. This single face is constantly turning pale due to the threat of Dahlia. Rizky's guts shrieked at the horrible introduction of his tant. If the term in Dahlia village is usually called Mak Tangah which means middle aunt. But Dahlia doesn't like being called a village because she feels like she's going to be a city person soon.

Rizky grimaced fearfully running in search of Riyan. Dahlia has made one big mistake threatening a little boy who has yet to understand anything. Dahlia thought this way she would more smoothly leave the title of widow.

Rizky gets Riyan and her sister are lying on the bed to straighten the body that was exhausted at the far road.

"Pa..we go home yok!" take Rizky up to the bed nosy Riyan who is crashing.

Riyan opened his eyes hearing the voice of his eldest son. Without lifting her body from the bed, Riyan turned her head towards Rizky. This man wondered why suddenly his son asked to go home when the beginning came he was very enthusiastic.

"Iky why? This is Iky's mom's house. Why ask to go home?"

"Iky doesn't like it here." said Rizky still remembered Dahlia's threat. Not yet has Dahlia shown power over the son of Riyan. How the fate of Riyan's child if Dahlia is made mother continued the children of Riyan.

Riyan woke up hugging his son giving a warm hug so that his son was calm. Ryan had no idea what had happened. Rizky was fine. Not an hour has turned weird.

"Iky wants to go home! But we're still on school holidays. He said he'd go see the beach."

"Iky why?"

Rizky did not answer instead went up on the mattress and buried her face into the pillow. This boy was terrified of Dahlia who had threatened him.

Ryan let his son settle down in bed. This man chose to go out and find out what had happened to his son.

Out there is only Dahlia sitting alone in the family room watching TV. Riyan felt Dahlia was the most worthy to be asked what had happened to her son.

"Knees..."

A sweet smile immediately adorned on Dahlia's face that had been polished with a bright red lipstick. His attitude instantly turned into a docile tiger that was obedient to the employer.

"Bang Riyan..have satisfied rest?" dahlia asked sweet-sweet voice to be said to be a gentle woman.

"So Iky why? Why did he ask to go home?"

"Oh that.he just came home from next door. The gatel's Rose House. Maybe Roses have something to say to Iky!" Dahlia. turned back the fact of cornering the ignorant Rose.

"Roses? Didn't he go to college in Chicago?"

"Had finished college. Now a math teacher in a state school. Contract teacher whose salary is not much. When is that kid right? Brother want to know? He was once caught wet with a man in bed. Here's a picture of him!" Dahlia pulled out a fairly expensive new edition of the phone. This woman was looking for something in the cell phone gallery to show Riyan a photo.

Riyan looked at the black and white photo of a woman sleeping on the chest of a man whose face was not clear due to being covered with a flower sticker. Riyan held his breath in disbelief that any village woman would dare to be indecent with a man without marriage. That's not the style of people here who are very strict in association.

"It's Rose? Your youngest brother? I met him when he was in High School. That's so great, isn't it?" Riyan shook his head there was a shameless woman fornicating without ties.

Dahlia kept the phone as if it were normal for the Roses. What a wicked woman culas binti. How he corals the story of the soft-hearted Rose.

"He is a pious ass! Never stay in prayer, dress modestly to cover her rottenness! Now you know who the rose is, right?"

Riyan is indeed less familiar with Roses that rarely get along with his family. The whole family did not like the Rose for sure because the child was ill-fitting. Where there is a brother who hates his own brother if there is nothing inappropriate for the boy.

"Abang did not expect here could happen something like this. Isn't there a WH (Wilayatul Hisbah)?"

"I don't know where he's doing this either. I covered up the rotten rose of my family so that it wouldn't get worse. Brother saw him asking to stay alone on the side so that he would be free not to be restrained."

Riyan is fascinated by Dahlia's story. In Aceh is very strict supervision of association between women and men not muhrim. Even all women are required to cover the aurat and hijab. Here there is an institution that is often called WH supervision of the implementation of Islamic sharia. It is great that the Roses are committed to adultery between strict supervision.

"Are your parents not watching your sister? You guys let him take the wrong step?" accuse Riyan of blaming Pak Hari's family for not guiding the Rose to the right path.

"The child was taught? Not raging on daddy is grateful! Every day his work is angry and unclear. Ask for money foya-foya with a group of young people. Not wrong anyway! He's still young." Dahlia began to add spices and flavoring so that the story more delicious to hear Riyan.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful child is mischievous." sighed Riyan remembered the figure whose eyes were so beautiful like bule eyes. That was all Riyan remembered from the Rose.

It used to be that shy child rarely joined even though there were brothers coming from far away. After graduation, Mawar High School continued to study in Jogja at the cost of the local government because he was an outstanding child in school. Since then, Riyan has never seen a rose again. Even when Yenni died the Roses were not present because they were busy finishing college.

From the door of Rizky's room, Rizky's chatter was all over Riyan and Dahlia. What Dahlia said was contrary to what Rizky saw. Roses are very simple and soft. Just talk like a person a year has not been exposed to rice. Weak soft without any pressing tone. Precisely Dahlia who looks like the magic grandmother of Rose. Roses have never once rubbed those in this house.

"Any hungry? Let me make lunch! Dad's gone to the rice factory. Return soon."

"Later on! Is my father's only activity at the factory?"

"Not really. Sometimes to the oil palm or to the rice fields. Our rice paddies are on someone else. I can't work alone anymore."

"Daddy? What's that supposed?"

"We entrust our rice fields to others. He's working our fields. The result will be according to our agreement. For two, for three."

"There is also a way that works! Why not just get paid?"

"That's me lacking. We girls just wait at home. Dad helped Rose about this is just all the father's results manage."

"Then you and Ayumi couldn't help?"

"It's a rough job. We don't want to go to the rice fields. Ntar leather gosong. That's the Rose wants to go down the rice field follow the rice plant. Suitable for him who is broken."

"Isn't he a teacher?"

"Yes.ngajar is morning. In the afternoon he went to the rice field to work on a patch of land owned by his mother. That's his treasure! Others have a father and a mother. That child has no rights anymore. If you die, it belongs to me and Ayumi. The rose had rations of rice fields and the house next door. House looks like a chicken coop." Dahlia laughed crisply glad the Roses were insulted. Dropping the Roses was like an infinite pleasure for Dahlia.