Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

Introductions

My name is beautiful, 28 years old at the moment. I was born into a poor and deprived family. My education only graduated from SD because the economy is very minimal.

In the second grade of junior high school (SMP), I resigned because I could not afford the cost.

Though the ability of my brain is smart enough, to accept all the subjects. But what can be done, all of them must be extinct because of tripping over the cost problem.

My dad works as a motorcycle rickshawman, who earns his mediocre income. Because more and more of his fellow rickshawman rivals.

From childhood, around the age of two or three, my parents separated. The problem is only because of one, the father can not stand because it is always in omelin during his stay with his in-laws.

No one wants to give up between them. My mother doesn't want to stay at her in-laws' house, neither does my father.

And in the end, it was their son who was the victim of their selfishness that was me.

After my parents decided to separate, I was entrusted to my grandmother, the parents of my father.

My grandmother loved me more than anything. In fact, his other grandchildren are still many besides me. However, it all did not affect my grandmother's affection for me.

He kept numbering me, from his other grandchildren. Because, I am the only grandchild that he cared for from childhood to adulthood.

Ever since my parents split up, my mother's been lost in the earth. Don't know where the jungle is, and there's never any news of it.

In fact, I also don't know what his face looks like at the moment.

Honestly, I actually envy my old peers. They all have complete parents, unlike me, who only have a grandmother.

My father was in charge of financing my needs. It was only as good as he could, because he also had his own family.

As time went on, I grew up and married a three-child widower, named Edi. At the beginning of the wedding, everything looks fine.

Edi's humorous attitude always makes me laugh. Sincere affection, I always felt from my husband.

But, all of that didn't go on for long. In the second year of marriage, she began to change. He was emotional, rough, and light-handed.

If there is a slight mistake that I made, whether it was on purpose or not, Edi directly beat me with his hands.

Pain and pain, it's all normal I feel all over my body. I never complained to anyone about my household, including my grandmother and father.

I always keep quiet, all of which I am alone for one reason only love.

Yeah, because I still love her. So I still survive, even though I am tormented by birth and inner.

I admit that love is indeed blind, even though it has hurt my soul and body still survive. Because I'm sure one day he will change.

However, my sacrifice and patience have not been fruitful. All of that is meaningless, just pointless.

He remained on his rude and light-handed attitude. Disappointed, of course I thought at that time.

In the end, my patience began to run out. I decided to separate and divorce from Edi. I'm no longer strong enough to withstand everything.

A life that is lacking, I can still endure it. But it was his attitude and behavior that made me give up.

That's enough for me to last 5 years, withhold all his torment. And finally, I also ventured to talk to my husband's mas Edi.

"Mas, I want us to get divorced! I can no longer stand your attitude that always torments me." I said.

Those are the only words that can come from my lips. Actually, I can't bear to say all that. But what can be done, this body is no longer able to accept his torment.

"You serious, deck? Want us to get divorced?"

Mas Edi asked with a shrunken forehead. His eyes immediately perfectly rounded staring at my face.

"Yes, I'm serious. Divorce me, please, and find a woman you think is suitable for you to marry!" answer me shimmily.

My eyes began to dewy as those words came out of my lips. Soon, my tears escaped and fell on my dull cheeks.

Mas Edi who was originally sitting on my right side, now he changed his position facing me. Mas Edi immediately hugged the body of the horse very tightly.

"Sorry, deck! Sorry for the mistakes you've made so far that you can't be happy." whispered mas Edi.

"Mas, always hurt you. If indeed parting from the mas can make you happy, then the mas will release you. I will divorce you." continued Edi.

Edi still hugged my body. Suddenly, I felt a shock on his shoulder. Yes, it turns out Edi was crying until a hiccup.

I stretched out her arms, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks with my fingers.

"Udah, my mother! No need to regret it anymore, everything has happened. Maybe, it just got here our soul mate. I've forgiven all your mistakes, too." Give me back.

"As for me, please forgive me all my mistakes and mistakes during this time! I can't be a good wife to you yet." I continued.

I said with tears.

After the atmosphere ended, I immediately rushed to pick up the suitcase that was on top of the wardrobe.

Edi is still in the same position as before. Sitting on the edge of the bed with both legs dangling down.

Mas Edi looked at me with a glare and eyes swollen from crying earlier. He just kept quiet without making any more noise.

Maybe he's been starting to realize his mistakes all along. Bang H said. Rome Rhythm, Rome,

"if nothing new is felt."

Maybe that's how Edi feels right now.

"By the way, deck! Going to grandma's house or to dad's?"

Mas Edi asked me, while wiping his tears back.

"It turns out, she's crying again." My inner

I, who was busy packing clothes, stopped and turned to him.

"No, mas. I got on the ojek! I don't want to trouble you anymore, mas." I refused.

After subtly refusing her help, I resumed my activities. Pack my things and clothes.

I inhaled in her body scent, and I also kissed her both cheeks. After that, I whispered in her ear.

"Mas, I'm saying yes. Take good care of yourself! Take care of your health and don't eat too late!" I said lirih.

Mas Edi returned my hugs and kisses. She also hugged me tightly, then kissed my cheeks.

"Yes, deck. I will remember all your messages. Adek also take care of health, take care of yourself." mas Edi also told the same as me.

"Yes, my mother." answered me.

I started to step on my feet to get out of the room. Mas Edi followed my steps from behind while pulling my suitcase.

Arriving at the door, I immediately kissed the back of his reverent hand.

"Assalamualaikum, mas." My last greetings to her.

"Wa'laikum salam." replied mas Edi.

Edi handed the suitcase into my hands. After that, I immediately passed leaving Edi mas who was still loyal standing at the door, while staring at my departure.

I walked while pulling a heavy suitcase. After arriving at the ojek base, I immediately gave a small paper that was addressed to my grandmother's house.

I asked one of the taxi drivers at the base.

"How much does it cost to this address, bang?" ask me.

"Fifty thousand, ma'am." replied the carpenter.

"OK, bang. Please take me there, bang!" pinta.

I handed the suitcase to the motorcycle taxi driver, and then I climbed on the white motor matic.

"Udah is ready, mbak." asked ojek's brother.

"Udah, bang." I replied.

I was holding a leather jacket that my brother Ojek was wearing in front of me.

After I sat in the rear boncer, djia started to turn on the engine of the motor. Then, he drove his two-wheeled vehicle to the address of the grandmother's house.

About half an hour from Edi's house. Arriving in front of grandma's house, I immediately rushed down from the motorbike.

I gave the fare to the ojek brother who had delivered me. He immediately accepted it and handed the suitcase to me.

"Thank you, bang." I said.

"Yes, I'm the same" she replied.

The motorcycle driver returned his vehicle, and passed away from before me.

After the taxi driver left, I immediately stepped foot into my grandmother's house. I began to climb one by one the steps of the grandmother's house.

Simple grandmother house with stage model, and still roofed rumbia leaves. The floor is off the board and so is the wall.

This is my childhood home, it's hard to be happy we went through it together with grandma. He works as a basket maker made of bamboo.

I took a deep breath while knocking on the door.

"Hah, bismilbornrahmanirrahim." I muttered.

Tok tok...

"Assalamualaikum, grandma."

I said my greetings while calling out to Grandma in a rather high voice, so that grandma could hear my call.

Until the third greeting, only then did I hear the answer to Grandma's voice from inside her house.

"Wa'laikum hail, yes for a moment!" granny squealing

"Beautiful,"

After the door opened wide, Grandma looked very surprised to see my sudden arrival. He looked at the suitcase beside me.

Without speaking anything more, I immediately hugged Grandma. I cried in the arms of the person I loved the most. My tears fell on his shoulder.

Grandma who was still confused by my circumstances, immediately brought my thin body, to sit on her plastic chair.

I began to release my arms from my grandmother's body, and sat down beside her.

"What's up, Ndah? Where's your husband Edi? Why didn't he come here?How do you bring all the suitcases?" grandma asked confused.

Grandma gave me consecutive questions. He was still confused by my arrival at that time.

"We're separated, Grandma." I replied slowly.

I lowered my head, enduring the pain that was so stifling my chest.

"Well, how can you? Is there a problem with you two?" ask grandma curious.

No one knows about my home. Because I've never complained about anything to grandma or dad.

I don't want my household problems to be a burden on both of them.

"Mas Edi light hand, grandma. I can't live with her anymore!" answer me.

That's all that comes out of my lips.

Grandma who heard my answer immediately beristighfar.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim."

While stroking the chest, the grandmother continued to beristighfar until repeated times.