Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 10's. Killing Slowly

PoV Riswan's

"Titip kids, Bang. I must help immediately, Mother," said my wife, Risma, whom I used to call Eneng. While wiping his tears and then turned to leave me who was still standing still.

Sadness was evident from the sight of her, just for standing up for me, her poor husband.

Is it wrong to choose silence? Is it also wrong if I keep giving up? Does that mean if I no longer have self-esteem.

"If everything runs out they stomp, let alone who should be proud of their own husband, Bang."

Accompanying my two daughters Yuli and Neti picking chili and tomato in front of the yard, my wife's words were always ringing.

My wife never complained about our poverty, almost for six years we built a household.

"It's okay, you say poor. But do not let your brother be considered to have no self-respect."

Accompanying my two children who returned to sleep on the living room carpet, in a room that is only 3X4 meters wide, empty room leaping. Without any electronics, not even a fan.

Yuli and Neti were probably tired, after playing and running around in the front garden, and the alarm-like sweet talk, always reminded me. The shadow of his face that saves and harbors pain, because it is always insinuated and humiliated by his family. Survive with me who lives with all the flaws.

"Are you sincere, if we get divorced and the children are far away from you, brother?"

My tears rose, looking at my two daughters who were sound asleep. I was like a father who could see the hardships they were going through. However, my small family must feel the hard and difficult life first, so that empathy for others is embedded in the bottom of their hearts.

So all this time, my wife's family, especially my father and three other brothers, kept forcing her to divorce me.

My naivety, I didn't think it would go that far. Taking a stand of silence, giving in and always obeying their will feels like it is enough for them to accept my existence, and it turns out I was wrong.

It seems like my wife's patience limit is over. She desperately defended my pride in front of her family, and I kept up with the principle of patience and succumbing, it was not enough to make them change for the better.

Separating me from Eneng and my two children was tantamount to killing myself slowly but surely. They are now my world, and besides God, nothing can separate me from my little family.

Closing the front door, I immediately headed to the back door near the kitchen. While carrying a pacul, then began to dig the soil on the outside of the kitchen, and I have been tagged with a piece of guava wood since six years ago. When I first bought this simple house with a little land in front and back of the house.

Take the storage box I wrapped in plastic that was covered in moist soil. Open the box and take the contents inside, then start to crumble the land back.

Both of my children had all woken up from their naps, when Ical son Kang Amran asked me to come to Mother's house.

"What's up, Cal?"

"Called Uwak, Mang?"

"Your father, Cal?"

"No, Mang, it's Uwa Darman coming. Mamang was asked to go there immediately as soon as possible," he explained again.

"Yes, Cal, it's the same mamang the kids will go straight away." Ical turned around, slightly running as if wanting to return to the mansion. Locking the door of the house, and with my two children headed to the mother house of my wife's extended family.

Sure enough, my arrival there was only to be made ashamed and humiliated. My wife's extended family insinuated and demeaned my existence, only my mother and Kang Darman's family were the oldest children who were kind to my family.

Again I saw the scar on my wife's face, the loyal country woman who had been with me for six years. Who never complained about my poverty at all, and did not reduce his love for me in the least.

'I will end your suffering soon, Neng' promises my heart.

I know my wife's heart must be very sick, and it's because it stands up to me, her husband. My heart was troubled at the attitude of his family.

"Prepare yourself, to be brave later." I whispered softly in his ear. He did not fully understand the meaning of my words, but he seemed to be able to see the indignation in the look on my face.

The pain of Papah I just heard, when Linda and Yeni, Kang Darman's two children told me from the online news they read, and it was very surprising. The man I called Papah had once scratched a deep wound in my heart, but he was still my parents. I hate whatever I want for him.

Immediately I asked my wife for permission to return "home" by leaving my two children first to her. Go home, not to our humble home, but to my past.

Ask permission from his mother, Kang Darman, and family. But I ignore the others. Because they've already triggered a showdown, and I'll only continue until later who's going to wave.

I still heard the meaning of my Father-in-law when I left the big house. I don't mind the meaning. Now is the time to fix my past first and visit Papah.

Riding the motorbike, I headed straight to the tea processing plant. Stop right in front of the factory gate, without having time to go home first to change clothes. A faded orange short shirt, material pants, and flip-flops, headed straight for the security guard post behind the gate.

"Excuse me sir, good afternoon. I want to see Mr Julius?" I asked, to the two uniformed security officers on guard. A person whose age was old enough, and a young man who seemed to have just graduated from school two or three years earlier. The old man seemed to be busy making reports, and the younger security responded to my question like indifference, having previously noticed my appearance from my face to the flip-flops I was wearing.

"Make what?" Not answering my question, instead asked back without looking at me at all, being engrossed with his cellphone.

"Want to meet, sir. Important," I replied, beginning to be irritated by his indifferent and disdainful behavior.

"He can't be bothered, he's busy!" he answered tightly, a little snapping, but his eyes continued to stare at the cellphone screen. He seems to be playing an online game.

"At least, tell Mr. Julius first, if there are guests who want to meet," I said, answering his explanation.

"Anjrittt! Die again," he lamented with a slight annoyance, it seemed like he had lost the game. Then put the phone a little rough on the table.

The young officer fell silent, then glared at me from his iron seat.

"But at least say it first, sir, let Mr. Julius know first," I refute his words. The young security guard stood up quickly, his body approaching looking angry. Very loose in his style.

"You got no ears anyway? Understand or not if you say the person is busy and can not be met." His jaw was fluttering, his eyes were looking at me with anger.

This factory is wrong to hire people. This officer's man is directly faced with people who want to visit the factory. Bringing a good image of the company. If his attitude is already unpleasant like this, the good impression of the company will fall.

"Sorry, Sir. You haven't told me about my arrival, you can tell me if he doesn't want to see me" I replied, still kekeh want to meet.

"Braa!" The young man then pounded the table in front of him very loudly, to the look of the old man who was making the report was surprised.

"If this is the case, you're just as willing to look for things!" his jolt, while pushing my chest tight, until my steps slightly backward.

"Here you go, what the hell, this is!" said the old officer wanted to break up.

"Yes, this guy has no brains! Already said Mr. Julius busy can not be bothered still insistent!" obviously the young man, still full of emotion, still kept his hands pointing at my face.

"I'm just asking, tell Mr. Julius first if I want to meet. And yet, to tell me not yet. You must have listened too?" the old man was silent, it seemed like his true nature was the same as that young man.

"Yes, I called his secretary to tell him, "he replied, immediately headed to the phone. While the young officer was still looking at me sharply, his hands were already clenched.

"What's your name?" ask the old man.

"Chairiswan Kusumateja" I replied. The man was still calling, not long putting the phone down.

"How, sir?" my many.

"Just wait, sir," he replied.

"Just wait until dawn" the young officer replied to me. Then sit back and play his phone.

Not long, from the office which is about 30 meters from the security guard post. A well-dressed man tie, slightly running towards me. The young officer who also saw Julius' presence, then quickly hid his clothes into the drawer, and immediately stood firm, followed by the elderly officer.

"Good day Mr. Khairiswan. Can I help you, sir? tanya Julius, who incidentally is the head of the factory in the tea processing company and is still under the auspices of the Niskala group.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the shock of the two security guards. Seeing the supreme leader in this factory talk down to me, who is just dressed in a shabby flops.

"I need a car and a driver to take me to Jakarta right now" I said firmly. Only this Julius knows where I am in this village, and I asked him to keep his mouth shut for years, and it turns out that he can hold a secret.

"Okay, sir, I'll get ready soon" he replied, calling to contact someone via his phone.

"Already, Sir. Ready to go now," he said. "So, you better wait in the office" he asked me.

"July."

"I, sir?"

"I don't want to see that man in this factory" I said firmly, pointing to the young officer's face, "and the Father next to him retired, pity is too old. Charge a proper severance according to his working days."

"Okay sir, get it done."

"If I see he's still here, you're the one I got rid of."

"Ready sir, ready."

The young officer looked deathly pale, not saying anything. While the aged officer looked bright in the face, it should be at that old age that he had to retire.

I walked into the office with Julius behind me. Looks like he's on the phone with the personnel related to my orders.

"Let's go in, sir" said Julius, letting me into his study.

"Call the HRD chief here" I said again. Julius nodded and soon passed, not long before he came again with the person I ordered to call.

I sat on the bench Julius usually occupied. The atmosphere of this workspace again raises the crazy passion of my work first. The aura of busy work routines began to seep into the joints of my veins.

"What's your name?" I asked the HRD leader in this factory, sitting in front of me side by side with Julius, after I submitted it first.

"I'm Oscar, sir," he replied.

Immediately I filed my complaint regarding the behavior of the safety officer in this factory. Inquire in detail how the system' of hiring new employees, psychological tests, also concerns the working period. It seems strange to see old men who are still working as a security team. And from the explanation I found there is a system' that has been written that is not implemented.

Pallid HRD leader named Oscar was I was told. Ask him to immediately follow the SOP that has been made. Accompanied by threats will remove it from the plant if there is no repair.

I was born into a business family. Can not be silent if you see there is a discrepancy that occurs. I'm firm, there's no compromise in business. Mainstay of the late grandfather in expanding his business field. Until one painful event, I decided to disappear.

"Pak ... car and driver are waiting in front of the office," said Julius, after seeing me finish eating the Nasi Padang dish he prepared.

"Well, I'm ready to "go home."