Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 1's. Always Insulted

"Basic fool! If the Riswan is affectionate, caring, and able to meet all the needs of the family, it just deserves to be defended. Well, this ... men can only be sick, can not be enough. Work is just gardening, still loved. You were in a parent's school, not getting smarter, but your brain's getting duller!" joked the Father, with full of emotion.

"Bang Riswan dear, sir, with Risma," I replied." Bang Riswan also never hurt Risma." Keep cutting the leaves.

"By living hard with her, it's painful, Risma!" snapped Father again.

"You see, the lives of your two brothers and sisters. They look happy, not living hard like you. You are not sick, life is hard continue," said the father. I just kept quiet, no longer arguing. These hurtful words I have heard many times, and not just from my father.

brother number two, Amran, my two younger sisters, Ela and Samsiah, also often said hurtfully like that, only my mother and brother number one, Kang Darman, said, he now lives in a city that has never insulted the hard life that has happened in my household.

"Here you go, sir, do not nag Risma continue, she certainly does not want to live hard, maybe it's her way of life, sir," explained Emak, while asking for kale leaves that I just finished cutting.

"Either, than he lives hard to continue, he better just divorce the Riswan!" sentak. Once again I just fell silent, it hurt my heart to hear the words of the Father.

"Can't talk like that, sir," Mom said. "Father does want the grandchildren of the father to live apart from his father?"

"I would rather Risma's child be orphaned, or have no Father, than have a father who does not use like the Riswan!" jerk again. I got up, left the living room to go to the kitchen.

"Look at that Risma, true counsel even went to avoid, only he had a difficult mentality, so he felt at home living blangsak continue."

"Already, sir, already ...."

I cried in silence, tears flowing slowly on my cheeks, the tightness of my chest, every time I heard my father's nagging.

"Your father's words should not be taken away, Ris," said Mother softly, rubbing my shoulders.

"Y-yes, Mom," I replied, wiping away the tears. Mom took a deep breath.

"Oh, yes, Ris, is that fish already cleaned?" ask Mom.

"Already, Mom, Risma washed too," I replied. While continuing to chop chili and onion.

"Done this, you take two chickens in the cage, cut all together. God willing, before your brother and his family came, it was all done.

"Yes, Mom, later Risma who cut chicken, soon also neatly cut it," I replied, more speed.

Today indeed, my eldest brother, will come with his family from the city. Kang Darman is a successful businessman in Jakarta. His two daughters and daughters-in-law had a good life there and a good career.

We who are in the village will definitely be busy, if we get news Kang Darman wants to go home. Especially me, who my mother always relied on to help her in the kitchen, compared to my two sisters.

If only my mother had not told me to help her, I was actually disinclined, because it was always the insults that I would often hear.

"Mom, cut the chicken later, well, Risma wants coconut milk first to make coconut milk?" I asked Mom, and she just nodded.

"If Kang Darman wants to come here, this opportunity is for the Risma Tea boy. Yuli and Neti, make a good meal," said Ela's sister, who was just below me, as she plucked the freshly fried tempeh, and ate it right away.

Yuli and Neti, two children aged five and four years, after six years I married Bang Riswan was always treated differently, especially by his father, his own grandfather. He was always treated unfairly compared to his other grandchildren.

"Later when it's finished, do not all-mua all wrapped to be brought home Risma Tea, like starving people," he wrote again.

'Yes, Allah' I whispered softly in my heart, always silent and always trying to be patient.

In addition to being quiet and patient, especially those that are difficult to have.

My husband who when married me was an overseas person in this village, who claimed to be an orphan and did not have a brother, always emphasized about patience and silence in sincerity, even though insulted people.

"To be praised does not make our higher degrees humiliated nor does it make our degrees lower before God." It was always Bang Riswan.

If I complain about my family's attitude, Bang Riswan always strengthens me with his warm embrace.

"Prophey, Neng." That's all he ever whispered.

Well, we did live in a simple house with a patch of land that Bang Riswan bought when he first wandered into our village. The little soil he used for gardening. Planting vegetables for daily needs.

Our family is not like other families, there is no television, refrigerator, even mobile phones we do not have. But to eat daily with a potluck side dish, God willing never lack.

I don't know, even though my husband's father and brothers were always stupid, but if me and his children asked him about anything, he always knew the answer. Six years of marriage, my husband is still a mystery to me.

Leaving the children who are still asleep, and Bang Riswan who is still reading the scriptures, until now still struggling in the kitchen with his mother. While three other brothers and their partners are still busy talking in the living room with Father.

I broke away more often, looking for other activities if I was gathering like this. Not that I don't want to get along with my brother, it's just that I feel tired if my difficult life is always used as a conversation material. Though as I recall, no matter how difficult my domestic life, I never asked for help to my other brothers, with the Father never. The point is, I don't want to trouble them at all.

Not long after, Father and three brothers entered the kitchen, which was quite large when I was still grating and Mother was giving chili. My feeling is no longer good. Because usually if they gather like this, then I must be the target of their bully.

"People mah Teh Risma, when the brothers again gather like this, Teteh's husband should come along, do not want to get along with the family, help the cake, do not come with children, later, just in time to eat doang," said Samsiah, my youngest brother. I can only take a deep breath. The tightness of the stuffing.

"Si Riswan is like not knowing yourself, life is difficult to act, with brothers do not want to gather together," said the father. " Look at Risma, your other brothers, husbands and wives all gather."

"The children of Risma are not yet awake, sir, the time will be left," I argued slowly.

"Yes, I'll wake up when the cooking is done!" sindir Ela ketus's.

"Directly, comot food here and there," continued Samsiah.

'Astaqfirullah' whispered my heart, sad. Why are my children being carried around. Children as young as toddlers like that never understand, even though their children are the same as that.

"Indeed, why is it Risma, the Riswan like do not want to get along with the family? Mah Risma people, tell it the same as Riswan, if life is difficult do not doubt, so you do not hesitate to help." Kang Amran is speaking. I was the one who had just spoken earlier just because I answered the question, felt I couldn't bear to not talk either.

"Risma wants to ask all the same, indeed even though Risma's life is difficult, Risma once asked for help with Kang Amran, Ella, and you Samsiah," I said to defend myself.

For a moment they all fell silent.

"Well, that is, because your husband Riswan does not want to get along with the family, making us become lazy for help," said Kang Amran.

"Yes, so follow lazy, giving snacks for his children, because his father songong, it is difficult to doubt again," continued Samsiah. It was so sharp that my two sisters' mouths.

Though it is actually inappropriate, upset with my brother, my son who is also their nephew was carried away, even though if thought there is still a blood relation with them. I, though sometimes annoyed with my brother for being humiliated and humiliated, remained kind to my nieces and nephews, never bothering to have parents with their children.

They say my husband doesn't want to get along with them either.

Their words were not true at all, and I often witnessed to myself how much my husband was always a subject of reproach and humiliation if we were gathered together. I have never seen Bang Riswan do anything to harm or shame my brothers.

My husband did choose to be quiet and not talk much, not song or arrogant. Because every time you talk was never considered or heard, even impressed ignored and ostracized. Just like me, sometimes Bang Riswan chose to sit away, because he felt that he did not exist.

Sometimes, I feel sorry whenever I see and hear my husband being treated that way, but he never complains or fights about my family's treatment of him. It is precisely I who often complain every time my brothers or fathers reduce our poverty.

My husband was too patient, so he was often humiliated. Sometimes I like to growl too with outrageous patience.

I would like him to defend himself while being insulted by my brothers.

"Bang Riswan was actually wrong what? Why do you all hate Risma's husband so much?" ask me with a vibrating voice. I can no longer afford to be patient.

"Is it because my husband is poor that you hate Bang Riswan so much! We never bother even though our lives are difficult, why the hell you do not take care of the household life alone, without having to disturb the poverty of our family."

My eyes began to fall into clear water.

"Already Risma, do not follow emotions, it is not good to quarrel with your own brother," whispered Mother, advising, while rubbing my back.

"Indeed the Risma has been poisoned with the Riswan, so he himself now does not want to get along with brothers," said the Father, his eyes bulging, his face reddened.

"Mother Risma thought, the husband has a trace, if there is a brother where there is a former," said Kang Amran.

Just now I want to reply to the words of Mr and Kang Amran, Mother signaled to me not to serve and just silence, do not need to be extended, what else is the subject of debate with her own brother. I held myself back, and went back into silence.

'Am I wrong, defending my husband's self-esteem' my inner moan. While crying silently, I continued grating the coconut

While they continued to talk about my husband's ugliness, continued to connect.

Said not to get along, do not want help-work, but from morning I was busy with both Mother, not my brother nor his partner just busy chatting, just, and spent the market snacks I bought at the market with my mom.

"Assalamualaikum." I heard greetings from the kitchen, from the front of the house, and it was the voice of my husband, Bang Riswan.