HUSBAND'S HEART

part 58 RED THREAD KNOT (2)

Yuana fingered the brown envelope knotted with red thread, feeling thick irregular in its contents. Then put it next to a wooden box. Looking at the album caught his attention.

Two photo albums, one album with a flower picture and the brand of one photo studio and one album with a dark brown skin.

Yuana took the album wrapped in a picture of flowers first. His heart was slightly fluttering when it was about to open it. He was afraid that his heart would not be strong enough to open up the memories of Amar.

But immediately a smile fell on Yuana's lips, looking at the photos of Amar's toddlerhood and childhood. It can be said if Nabila is very similar to the little Amar.

His round eyes, the curled ends of his hair, his puffed cheeks, his slightly grimacing smile, were exactly the same between father and son.

Opening sheet by page of the album, changing with photos of the togetherness of Amar and his sister. If noticed they are like triplets but in order of height. The clothes worn are mostly the same pattern.

Yuana smiled, imagining the treatment of her two in-laws when her three grandchildren were small. They must have tried hard to share the affection with the same magnitude.

And the next few sheets are photos of the togetherness of Amar and his parents. The photo when Amar bonceng in the back by the father and the little Nazriel in the back followed by Yusron the teenager who rode a bicycle next to the father's motorcycle. It seemed they were about to go to the mosque, as they were dressed in cocoa and slung on the shoulders of the father and Yusron each a prayer mat.

There is also a photo of Amar wearing toga clothes flanked by his parents. First at the graduation of santri and the second undergraduate graduation. An aura of happiness and pride radiated from their faces.

Right on the last page, a greeting card with typical Amar inscriptions, a quote that expresses Amar's feelings about his parents.

"The good of a father is higher than a mountain, and the good of a mother is deeper than the sea"

"Thank you, Father"

"Thank you Mother"

Yuana closed the album with a heart filled with novelty. He then breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that nothing had happened that he was worried about when he opened the album earlier.

Put the album in a wooden box again and take the second album. The album is thicker and covers the original brown sheepskin.

Yes, he knew that the brown cover was made of sheepskin, not cowhide let alone synthetic leather after a long time he accompanied Ilham struggling in the leather business.

He is considering an album that feels heavier than the previous album. Brightly enough, it is thicker and leathery.

Turned the album back without opening it. It seems like he has seen the exact same album as the one he currently holds. Not just one, but more than five.

In the workspace of Ilham. On the wall shelf under the picture frame that seemed intimidating, close-up photos that look stiff showed the face of Ilham who was firm and wearing a gray suit with a fine line motif.

'Ah, if you look at the photo, it feels like replacing it with one that looks more friendly or cheerful.'

'What else did you think? He's been eating yet, hasn't the medicine forgotten? Why the hell, Mas Ilham was always ignoring his own health. Nothing still to be reminded.'

Yuana sighed deeply as the figure of Inspiration appeared in her mind. There was a rumbling filled his heart when he remembered about Inspiration.

The shadow of Inspiration now seems to dance in the eye. Gesture when sitting checking documents, when standing next to a window while paying attention to the design of a new motif or even when pacing anxiously waiting for the phone or the arrival of Arief to submit a report.

Or Ilham who pretends not to hear when he reminds to rest and lunch. Also how the ignorance and piety of Inspiration to him.

Without Yuana realizing her eyes glazed because she missed Inspiration, but not a day she left. Weird right?

"Astaghfirullah."

After weighing the album in her hands, Yuana finally decided to save the album back into a wooden box with a brown envelope that she put next to it. Tomorrow he will look at the contents of the wooden box again.

Yuana, who was not feeling dizzy anymore, decided to get out of the room to eliminate her confusion over the shadow of Inspiration.

Passing Bu Aminah who will come out with an empty bushel.

"Where are you going, Mom?"

"Arep mudun tuku bakso," replied Bu Aminah who wanted to buy Yuana fruit food.

"Where is it?"

"Ora, Nduk. Mengko lak wong-wong podo ngerti your crew teapot even kembruduk mrene kabeh, ora iso ngasuh ngko your crew."

Yuana who understood Bu Aminah's good intentions could only smile to see her mother-in-law go out. It is true, every time they come to the village, the neighbors will surely come to their homes with many hands.

Actually Yuana was just having fun, the hospitality and excitement of the villagers made him feel like he had many brothers.

It's just that there are some people who like not knowing the time, who visited too long and there were even new farewells when the time was near midnight. Although Amar who met still Bu Aminah was disturbed because he could not rest.

Yuana who did not know what to do, finally decided to just sit around watching television.

"Thank you, Nduuuk, your crew maeng ora melu. Rame iku wants a meatball stall. Mesakno Shofi, Nduk, hit by karo bojone Pak Mantri. Lawong ncen Mr. Mantrine kuwi sing enterprising wonge. Shofi ki arep ngandok mesisan ngaso, mari mubeng nibih installment, moro-moro compared to karo Pak Mantri. Your crew knows dewe seh, Mr. Mantri ki koyo opo wonge. Cubo lak your crew want to melu, trus compared to the karo Pak Mantri, opo yo ora you sing hit karo Bu Mantri. Wes, Nduk, your crew ning omah ae, ora need metu-metu," came Bu Aminah immediately nyerocos, recounting the incident that had just happened in the meatball stall, the, where their neighbor Shofi who was resting while eating meatballs was hit by a woman whose husband tried to get close to Shofi.

"Pity Ma'am Shofi yes, Ma'am," that's all Yuana can comment on.

"Yo mesakno, wong wadon left mourning sing lanang, mbuh nandi. Kerjo banting bone nguripi son karo mom e sing loro-loroen. Ancen wong urip ngrondo kuwi yo ngunuiku, Nduk. Kudu strong, hardiness. Ora mung recoso connect urip, godane kuwi yo akeh, tesse abot."

"Where is your husband going, Mom? As Yuana remembers their household is fine."

"Cantol rondo, Nduk. Lha iyo, wong lak reason e nulung rondo, kok yo tego bojone dewe didadekne rondo. Kuwi ngunu ancen wong gemblung jenenge wong edyan. Shofi kuwi wonge sek enom, sek ayu, mugo-mugo ae ndang by bojo anyar sing gemati nang Shofi, son e karo mother e."

Yuana was slightly stunned by Bu Aminah's attitude this time. Not usually he was like this, until it seemed a little stingy in his breath.

"Mother why?"

"Obah Nduk. Ibuk iki wes ngrasakno cubo lan abot e dadi rondo, saiki ibuk kudu nyekseni anak mantue ibuk ngalami cubo plus kedadeane Shofi iki mau. Ibuk iki ra trimo rasane, Nduk."

Yuana embraces and rests her head on Bu Aminah's shoulders, feeling grateful to still have a surrogate mother of her parents, who empathizes deeply with her.

"Thank you very much, Mom. Yuana is lucky to have a mother at times like these."

"Awakmu ojo rumongso dewean yo Nduk. Isih ono ibuk, ono Bu Fatma, lak ono need opo-opo yo ojo hankering."

""Yes, Mom."

Ms. Aminah who was very protective of Yuana made her unable to go anywhere during these three days. Even just sweeping the front yard of the house. The silver lining is that the two are now much more familiar than when Amar was. They are both much more open to telling a lot of things without having to feel awkward.

While Nabila, do not ask again, will always follow wherever Nazriel goes. Sometimes come to the house of Bu Aminah, two or three with Yusron's son who the difference is a year bigger than Nabila. During Yuana's stay at Bu Aminah's house, Nazriel prefers to sleep at Yusron's house.

"Mother, if you want to join Bude again. If the same powder mbak Nadin yes, Mother."

Nabila, who is struggling spoiled in Yuana's lap, tries to seduce Yuana to be allowed to stay at her slave house once again.

"Are you sure you don't want to nemenin mom?"

"Mak Nadin, if you eat a cow in the morning. If you nemenin Mommy, later when the satiety, the cow is full."

"Wes jarno, Na, when maneh," said Halimah when inviting Nabila to return home. Since his dairy breeding business developed, Yusron bought a house closer to the cage. Still one village with the house of Bu Aminah is only different hamlet only. But both Halimah or Yusron almost every day always visit Bu Aminah.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother's drug. If you come, call to bude, if you come home. Don't be pierced!"

Yuana could only shake her head, because Nabila said it when Halimah's motorbike was about to come out of the gate.

Yuana went into the house and tidied up the room that was a little messy because of the arrival of Nadin and Nabila.

Moments later when Yuana was about to enter the room, someone closed the car door. A white SUV parked in front of the fence.

Ms. Aminah who was in the side garden, was moved to the front of the house while carrying a basket filled with manisa or freshly picked chayote.

He was confused because he did not know the new guest. But he tried to be vigilant so that the arrival of the guest did not cause new problems for Yuana. Given the curiosity level of the neighbors are very high.

A young man in pure white, with neat hair and clothes, walked into the courtyard while nodding politely towards Bu Aminah. The man opened the sunglasses he was wearing before greeting him.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said the man's greeting to Ms. Aminah.

"Wa 'alaikum salam wa rohmatullahi wa barokaatuh," Aminah who was amazed to see the appearance and handsome face answered the greeting with half muttering. But then aghast deathly pale when he heard the voice of Yuana that appeared from inside the house.

"Sister Joseph."

Joseph's name sounded like lightning in Bu Aminah's ear, but the one with the name was smiling sweetly and Yuana mentioned it in a soft voice.

The basket filled with chayote squash fell to the ground and nervously trembled Bu Aminah grabbed the basket and picked up the spilled fruit.

"Mothers... Mother why?"

Yuana and Joseph's doctor spontaneously approached Bu Aminah to help her.

Yuana rushed to the kitchen to make hot tea for Bu Aminah and Joseph's doctor, after helping Bu Aminah sit down and allowing Joseph's doctor to sit down.

Joseph's doctor tried to invite Bu Aminah to mince words, but Bu Aminah shook her head to see Joseph's doctor with an indecipherable look.

Doctor Joseph was confused as to why Bu Aminah was acting this way to him, but he tried to be ordinary.

"Kak Jo, how do you know Yuana's here?" yuana asked after putting two glasses of hot tea for doctors Yusuf and Bu Aminah.

"I lost you once, Yuana. Now I do not want to lose you again, even though I have to go up the mountain down the valley" Joseph's doctor tried to joke though in a clear tone.

"Drink the tea, brother!"

Yuana grabbed the hand of Bu Aminah who was sitting next to her and placed it on her lap.

As Yuana and Joseph's doctor chatted, Aminah was drawn into the vortex of the past. Where Amar was standing in front of him.

"Amar kedah yaknopo, Buk? Kulo mboten saged menawi, Non Yuana nopo Ilham. Non Yuana niku larene lugu, sendiko dawuh ten tiyang sepah e. Ilham ngggih njengan sumerap piyambak kados pundi."

"Cobak ceritakno nang Ilham ae, Le, sopo ngerti dekne understand the situation njur gelem mulih, nglamar Yuana."

"But Mr. Bram was wanti-wanti kulo, also sampe crito ten sinten kemawon. Also welcome wonten sing ngertos statusipun Non Yuana kale Joseph. Tiyang lintu sing sumerap namung kulo kaleh. Kulo namung saged nguyahi Ilham kersane purun henggal-adapat nglampahi Non Yuana. But Ilham nggih ngeyel, mboten purun nglampahi sakderenge piyambak e success. Ilham Mawon mboten pede, Buk. Nopo maleh kulo sing but dublojoyo niki, Buk, purse pantes nyanding Non Yuana."

"Yoiku sing jenenge menungso duwe karep namung Pengeran sing Maha Duwe Kerso. Istikhoroh, Le. Yen pancen Ilham ora gelem mulih, Mr. Bram yo wes kadung choose your crew, pasrahno wae marang Gusti Allah. Kuwi takdire Pengeran, dudu kodoyoe menungso."

Given the status of Yuana and Joseph or Joseph's doctor, Miss Aminah seemed to be thrown back into the real world until she jerked into the back of the sofa.

"Mother sleepy?" Yuana thought that Bu Aminah was sleepy until her head jolted backwards.

Aminah, who had regained consciousness, stared in turn at Yuana and Joseph's doctor, is now the right time for him to open the knot of the common thread of the relationship between Yuana and Joseph that made Mr. Bram first insist on forbidding the two of them even to just meet?