Husband Shovels Tops
242. Convincingly
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"What did he ask of you?"ask Icha carefully.
"Child,"sohut Disha briefly still lowered her face.
"On that again" said Yessie, taking a deep breath, "If you may know, what exactly makes it so hard for you to grant your husband's wish?"asked Yessie who also seemed cautious in asking, afraid to offend Disha.
"I was afraid when the time for delivery arrived," replied Disha who looked increasingly grim.
"Why are you afraid when labor time comes?"tanya Icha while holding Disha's hand on the table as well as Yessie who was holding the other Disha's hand.
"I was traumatized when I gave birth to Kaivan first. I almost lost my life at that time. I fear that if I give birth again, my life will not be saved. Kaivan is still a child, still in need of a mother's affection. I can't imagine how Kaivan would live without me. Especially if Alva gets married again after I'm gone. I doubt, if her stepmother will love my child like she loves her own child," Disha said at length issued what stuck in her heart all this time.
Yessie sighed then looked at Disha's clingy face, "You don't think too far like that, Dis. You know, my late grandmother used to tell me, there used to be a man who was predicted to die of a crocodile. Because the fortune-teller is famous and what was predicted rarely misses, then he took the initiative to find a place that will never be visited by crocodiles,"
"The man decided to move to a mountainous area where there would be no culture. For many years he lived in the mountainous area, he never once saw crocodiles, because the mountains are not crocodile habitat,"
"But in reality, we can't avoid much less run from fate. In the end, the man still died from crocodiles, even though he lived in the mountains" Yessie told a long story.
"Couldn't you? Did anyone bring a crocodile to the mountain? Or did the man go down the mountain and meet a crocodile?"tanya Icha was curious, as was Disha.
"No. The man did not go down the mountain, nor did anyone bring a crocodile to the mountain. But he died overwritten bedug made from raw crocodile skin. The point is, the man still died from the crocodile. And the moral of the story is, we can never avoid let alone run from what is destined for us" Yessie explained.
"But not the raw material of the bedug is from the skin of goats, cows, buffalo, or bulls, huh? How come there's a bedug of crocodile skin?"tanya Disha seemed to think.
"I don't know, my grandmother's story is like that" said Yessie.
"Icha's right, Dis. You must not disappoint your husband. Mr. Rendra loves you very much. You know, when you were pronounced dead giving birth to Kaivan, Mr. Rendra was like a man who lost his way and purpose. He cried like a child whose mother had died. Even the sound of her crying made everyone who heard her come sad, feeling so heartbreaking. I've never seen a husband who was left for dead by his wife as desperate as Mr. Rendra was then,"
"At that time, Mr. Rendra really seemed very bad and so desperate.From there, everyone can judge and feel, how much Mr. Rendra sagat loves you, Dis,"yessie said at length reassuring Disha.
"Yes, Dis. Even Mr. Rendra gave you so many assets, just to prove his love for you. You're even rich suddenly because of her. I'm not sure if there's still a man like your husband in this world. He loved you from before he knew you were the son of a rich man" Icha added.
"You're right. She loves me so much. I should be grateful to have him and not disappoint him. All right, I'm gonna try to throw all my worries away. I will grant her wish," Disha said to be optimistic.
"Yes, you can do it, Dis. Don't let Mr. Rendra ask for the child of another woman, Dis, and so berabe his business. From now on do not let there be a gap from our relationship with our husband, do not let us be combined," Yessie said shuddering in horror.
"Rubber. I'm horrified to hear the term combined. Those words are good only in men, they love having more than one wife. But for women, being combined is a big disaster. It should have been replaced by the term poisoned. You see, the mated wife is like being poisoned, dying to suffer slowly from eating the liver," said Icha seriously.
"Eh, back to the office, yuk! Work hours are about to start, Nick!"yessie said as she looked at the circular watch on her wrist. Eventually the three friends returned to their jobs.
NB: Bedug is a drum-like instrument. Bedug is a traditional musical instrument that has been used for thousands of years ago, which has a function as a traditional communication tool, both in religious and political ritual activities.( Source from Wikipedia.)
🌟"Face all problems as well as we can afford with full confidence that all will be well.
...Because we cannot avoid let alone run from His predestined destiny."🌟...
..."Nana October 17th"...
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To be continued
